dad?
When Zhao Weidong was suddenly mentioned, Song Yingying was obviously stunned for a moment, her eyes flickered, and then...
She nodded slowly.
Song Yingying and Zhao Weidong have been sleeping together for some time. Although they are only "sharing the same bed" in a superficial sense, there are still some things that are different in the subtle details.
For example...that eyesore mat has never been taken out since it was put into the cabinet.
So even if Zhao Xiaobei slept with them tonight, he wouldn't notice anything unusual.
Song Yingying thought so.
At the side, also lost in thought was Zhao Xiaobei.
After hearing Song Yingying's affirmative answer, Zhao Xiaobei lowered his head slightly, grabbed the lower half of his pants with his small hands, tightening them little by little, and a rare nervousness flashed across his handsome little face.
Yes, he was nervous.
He glanced at Song Yingying cautiously, his heart pounding violently.
Sleeping together at night...
It’s with Dad, and…Mom.
Such a situation had never happened to Zhao Xiaobei before. He only had his biological mother, but later he had no one else. He didn't even have a place to sleep. Later, he had his own little room.
The small room is very nice and tidy, the bed is always clean and the quilt is always soft and fluffy.
Because Song Yingying made skin cream at home, even his quilt was stained with a faint fragrance, and it felt like he was sleeping among flowers every night.
But Wang Dazhuang from Huang Guixiang's family said, "My mother always coaxes me to sleep every night. She also sings folk songs for me, which can only be heard in our hometown."
Other students at school laughed at Wang Dazhuang, "Wang Dazhuang, you are already so grown up, but you still sleep with your mother. Shame on you! Shame on you!"
Wang Dazhuang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He felt embarrassed, so after returning home that day, he made a scene with Huang Guixiang and said that he didn't want to sleep with her. He also wanted a small room, a small bed, and to sleep alone.
Wang Dazhuang said confidently, "Zhao Xiaobei is younger than me, and he can sleep alone, so I can do it too! I want to be as good as Zhao Xiaobei."
Wang Dazhuang envied Zhao Xiaobei's independence.
Little did he know that Zhao Xiaobei was envious of him. Even though he was already a big boy, he could still sleep with his parents. How happy that was.
As for the outcome of this matter...
Wang Dazhuang kept yelling, but he really gave him a small bed. When the lights in the room were turned off, it was pitch black everywhere.
He listened to the sound of the wind outside the house and saw the shadows swaying, and he thought there was a ghost. He was so scared that he couldn't sleep at all, and then he started to cry for his mother...
It's the first day.
Wang Dazhuang, with dark circles under his eyes, spoke in a daze as he and Zhao Xiaobei went to school together.
"I'm only seven years old. I'm not a big kid, I'm still a kid. I can continue to sleep with my mom."
Being laughed at by bad kids was nothing, and Wang Dazhuang didn't care.
Of course, this is a story for later.
Zhao Xiaobei watched the entire incident and a small seed was planted in his heart.
So envious...
…
That night, Zhao Weidong returned late because of some matters in the army.
After Song Yingying watched Zhao Xiaobei finish his homework, the two of them tacitly kept quiet so as not to disturb Liang Yuxiu who was working hard in the small room.
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