Song Lingchen bit his lips warily, then leaned his head in closer.
Song Ling's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was very magnetic, revealing some invisible kindness.
"Let's make a deal, okay? If you can go shopping with your mother when she needs you, I'll go home half an hour early and play with you for half an hour. If not, just the opposite..."
Song Lingchen had initially waved his hand excitedly, but upon hearing the rest of the story, he frowned and lowered his hand cautiously.
Song Ling said slowly, "On the contrary, if you quarrel with your mother because she went shopping again, then the car show, football game and the like will be cancelled."
Song Lingchen frowned, then became unhappy, "Why do you adults like to threaten children?"
Liu Zhiyuan added: "Who made you so naughty? If I don't threaten you, it won't work!"
Song Lingchen snorted at her coldly, "Hmph!"
Song Ling's eyes became darker, and even his voice was a little heavy: "Okay or not?"
Although Song Lingchen's face was still embarrassed, he agreed, "Of course! You said, as long as we don't quarrel, you can come back half an hour early to play with me."
Song Ling nodded disdainfully. "That's what I said."
"Okay!" Song Lingchen was still a child after all, and was finally spineless after being threatened.
He was very excited at the thought of playing football with his father every day in the future, and there was a wonderful expression on his face.
After Song Ling settled his son, he raised his eyebrows at Liu Zhiyuan and touched the top of her head. "I'll take a shower first and come out to accompany you later."
As soon as he turned around, Song Lingchen said to Liu Zhiyuan, "I'm scared of you. You women are so annoying!"
Liu Zhiyuan frowned and raised her little mouth, "You little rascal, you're so annoying!"
Song Lingchen wanted to say something, but the tall figure in front of him suddenly turned around.
He shuddered, raised his little head, and froze in place.
Song Ling, "..."
Song Lingchen, "..."
After a few seconds, Song Ling emphasized: "No quarrel, understand?"
Song Lingchen nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "I understand!"
After that, he withdrew from Song Ling's sphere of influence.
He admired his father immensely, but was also afraid of him.
He turned around and ran upstairs frantically, shouting, "I'm not arguing with my mom! I want to play football with my dad and I absolutely don't want to argue with my mom!"
After a while, the whole villa was filled with children's voices.
The goal was finally achieved.
Song Ling's eyes finally revealed a look of satisfaction. The strong and tall figure had just taken two steps when he heard the little woman behind him laughing.
In fact, every time Liu Zhiyuan was really irritated by that cool little guy, she was speechless. But at the end of every quarrel, she would be amused by the little guy's charming appearance.
She couldn't help but smile when she thought that this was her son.
It was really exciting to give birth to this little girl after ten months of pregnancy. She is very consistent with her father's personality: proud, charming, cool and talented.
What he said didn't sound like something a three-year-old could say, he was simply a child prodigy.
Song Lingchen not only inherited his father's pride and high IQ, but also her eloquence. Many times, she almost lost to him.
Every time she pretended to be pitiful, waiting for Song Ling's tall father to come back and educate him.
Song Ling can handle it every time.
This made her more and more dependent on her husband, while Song Lingchen admired his father more and more.
Amidst the noise, it adds a lot of warmth to the family.
After dinner.
Song Lingchen was playing with his rows of cars in his room upstairs.
Of course, his high IQ wasn't used to play with toys. Instead, he used it to dismantle them. He was always curious about the structure of cars. He wanted to build one himself, so whenever he had time, he would tinker with the screws and parts.
He is very independent. He does not need the company of his parents or a childcare teacher at home.
Liu Zhiyuan didn't need to tell him stories at night. Sometimes Liu Zhiyuan would go to the children's room with a fairy tale in her hand, ready to tell him a story.
In the end, he would be kicked out because he didn't like it. He always said that he was a man now and telling bedtime stories was too childish.
Liu Zhiyuan almost went crazy. He was only three years old, how could he be so independent?
However, the biggest advantage of giving birth to such a gifted baby is that it saves you worry.
For example, this time, she doesn't have to be stuck to the doll and can enjoy the wonderful night at will.
When night fell, she lay on a rattan chair covered with a blanket, looking at the stars outside the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
She was checking her social media on her phone when Xu Su posted another update. It was a picture of two people holding hands, followed by a batting practice session:
I'm spreading dog food. What about you?
She looked at it and couldn't help but raise her lips, a rosy smile appearing on her delicate cheeks.
In the past three years, Xu Su has been constantly expressing his love and showing off his affection everywhere, while Zhao Yanran remains aloof.
Her Moments only repost articles related to her work from the clothing store's official WeChat account. There is no trace of her private life in her Moments.
Every time they were invited to a party, Xu Su looked like a shrew, while Zhao Yanran remained aloof.
The way the two of them got along reminded her of the millions of people in the world. Everyone has their own personality, and everyone loves in their own unique way.
Just immerse yourself in it.
All she had to do was offer her blessings.
The weather was still a little chilly for early spring. She didn't turn on the air conditioner, as it would dry out her skin. So, she wrapped herself in a blanket.
From time to time, there were some noises coming from the children's room next door on the left.
No need to guess, it must be the little guy who destroyed his toys.
In the study room next to the right, Song Ling was working.
After checking her social media, she went to make Song Ling a cup of milk. She quietly brought it in and then quietly ran out.
She didn't say a word the whole way, like a cute little rabbit.
After the study door was closed, Song Ling looked at the milk beside him and raised a charming smile at the corner of his mouth.
At eight o'clock, he finished his work, stood up slowly, and with a strong and straight figure, he pushed open the bedroom door and walked towards the charming figure by the French window.
I wanted to spend some time with my wife, but suddenly I found that she was curled up into a cute ball, sleeping in the blanket like a cat, her little face slightly rosy, and as quiet as a piece of snow falling from the sky.
Song Ling's heart suddenly softened.
His heart softened, but his brows furrowed. He walked over, gently lifted her wrist, and tucked it into the blanket.
He whispered a few words through his thin lips: "Falling asleep so soon, it's not even eight o'clock yet."
Who knew that before the blanket completely covered her, a naughty little hand suddenly slipped into the slit of his cotton shirt at his waist! Her little hand was very cold, and it slipped into his clothes and touched his furnace-like body, which was even more exciting.
Song Ling took a deep breath, caught off guard and shuddered.
He suddenly grabbed the little hand that was moving around randomly and gritted his teeth: "Little liar, Liu Zhiyuan, you little liar, pretending to sleep..."
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