Song Ling shook his head gently and looked at her profile. Her pretty face was still charming and compelling.
"No, my wife is very smart and careful, and I trust your intuition."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled sweetly again. The smile on her little face was beautiful and charming. Her little hand gently pulled his sleeve: "Hubby, how can you spoil me so much? I can't even tell the directions."
Song Ling raised his thin lips slowly and proudly: "It doesn't matter, I can tell the difference!"
Liu Zhiyuan thought this idea was too bold, but she didn't expect the man to support her and verify it.
She was immediately moved, and a little impulsive when she was moved. She made a little face and kissed the man twice on the side of his cheek.
Song Ling's clear eyes had become deep, condoning her "misbehavior".
But after the kiss, Liu Zhiyuan felt something was wrong, as if the atmosphere was not right.
She looked back and was startled.
The little rascal woke up at some point, and looked at her with disgust with his clear and innocent eyes.
Her little face turned red instantly, and a shy blush rippled on her cheeks: "Little rascal, you..."
Facing those innocent yet disgusted little eyes, she really didn't know what to say.
Song Lingchen turned his head and said with disgust, "So much saliva, so dirty."
Liu Zhiyuan twitched her lips awkwardly and looked at the man beside her with some grievance.
The look in her eyes was clearly a coquettish gesture, meaning that she wanted him to keep a close eye on his son.
Song Ling looked at her knowingly and patted the back of her hand gently: "It's okay, I like your saliva."
Song Lingchen's ears were very sensitive, and his eyebrows tightened.
"Please, can you adults consider the feelings of children? There are many bacteria in saliva."
Liu Zhiyuan turned around and stared at the little scoundrel, "Song Lingchen, shut up!"
Song Lingchen rolled his eyes: "You adults are always making trouble for no reason. There's really no point in talking to you!"
Liu Zhiyuan was a little crazy, clenching her fists.
"You better take care of yourself because you've buttoned your shirt all wrong. You're three years old and you're still making the same mistake you made a year or two ago."
Her move was just a bluff, at least it could distract the little villain.
But the little rascal was very clever. He didn't even need to look down. He said proudly, "Come on! I buttoned my clothes wrong. I won't make that mistake!"
Well, Liu Zhiyuan was completely defeated by this little scoundrel, "Song Lingchen, you, are you my biological child?"
Song Lingchen raised his eyebrows: "I have to ask you this."
"..."
The bickering between the big and small in the car is quite interesting.
At least, that's what Song Ling thought. He wasn't very talkative, but his son inherited his mother's genes and was very eloquent. Ever since his son could talk, the family became lively.
They are noisy all day long, but enthusiastic but not irritable.
Because she reached a consensus with Song Ling, Liu Zhiyuan wanted to conduct a paternity test on the relationship between Yatong and Song Huihai.
Then the testing samples become the biggest problem.
Song Huihai and Yatong were smart people. The samples needed for identification were either blood or hair, both of which were easy to obtain but difficult to obtain secretly.
Because of uncertainty, we have to do it quietly.
After Song Ling went to work, Liu Zhiyuan practiced yoga in the home gym.
She kept thinking about it while she practiced.
The elf Song Lingchen is also in the gym.
Of course, he wasn't doing it for fitness. He had no idea about fitness at all. He was just fiddling with a bunch of tall fitness equipment.
He tilted his head back and fumbled with the screws on the treadmill, his eyes filled with the desire to find the answer. Like tiny stars, the light shone brightly.
How could Liu Zhiyuan know what the little rascal was doing? She deliberately said, "Husband, why did you come back so suddenly?"
When Song Lingchen heard this, he immediately ran away from the treadmill.
The little guy was as active as a little rabbit, making Liu Zhiyuan blink in disbelief.
She couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the little rascal sitting on the ground, pretending to tinker with his pile of cars and planes once again.
She doesn't do yoga well.
Song Lingchen looked at her and the door with shrewd eyes and found that his frightened father had not returned.
He silently turned his gaze to Liu Zhiyuan: "Those who tell lies are not good children!"
Liu Zhiyuan finally held back her laughter: "Please, I'm not a child, okay?"
Song Lingchen turned around proudly and turned his back to her, obviously unwilling to talk to her more.
A light flashed in Liu Zhiyuan's clear spring eyes, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. She whispered, "Little rascal, come here."
Song Lingchen snorted coldly and continued to ignore her.
Liu Zhiyuan bit her lower lip and smiled: "Song Lingchen, are you curious about the structure of this treadmill?"
Song Lingchen's interest was successfully aroused. He turned around and looked at her with his small eyes blinking.
Liu Zhiyuan ran directly to his side, sat opposite him, looked into his little eyes, and advised him kindly, "If you can help your mother, you can dismantle the treadmill."
Song Lingchen's eyes immediately flashed with a sparkling light: "Really?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded, "Really."
Song Lingchen stood up immediately, but after running two steps, he sat back down and shook his head, "I'm afraid of my dad."
That treadmill is Dad's favorite piece of fitness equipment. If he takes it apart, Dad will come back with a sullen face to settle the score with him.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled gently again, just like the sunlight outside gathered into a colorful light band, reflecting on her little face.
Her delicate cheeks suddenly burned, "Well, you are afraid of Dad, then who is your dad afraid of?"
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