Song Ling saw Yatong and just gave her a faint nod as a greeting.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled faintly, "Well, I'm back."
In any case, Yatong was also a guest invited by her father. After living in the Song family for three years, she couldn't be too indifferent, which would embarrass her father.
The calm smile on Yatong's face became more and more beautiful, and she was very focused. "Uncle Song told me yesterday that you would be back today. So I specially left some fresh cream strawberries for you. I'll go wash them, you can try."
Liu Zhiyuan still replied calmly: "Okay."
Ya Tong smiled sweetly, "Sister-in-law, please wait a moment."
Then I went to the kitchen to wash the strawberries.
It was still early for dinner, so Song Huihai and Song Ling went upstairs to the study to discuss work.
During these three years, their father-son relationship has become more and more tacit. The communication between two grown men is not as delicate and emotional as that between women, but there is some tacit understanding.
Song Huihai is like a mentor now.
When he was free, he would check on his recent career developments, give him sound advice, and pass on some of his work experience. These experiences were all gained in the business world, and Song Ling benefited greatly from them.
Therefore, whenever they went to the old house, the father and son would often chat in the study for three or two hours. Sometimes they would chat until lunch time and then continue chatting after lunch.
Downstairs in the hall, Liu Zhiyuan was watching TV alone. Although she wanted to go play with the little genius, she was the one who was often rejected.
She could only watch TV, read newspapers or read magazines by herself. Anyway, it was just a way to kill time on weekends.
Yatong washed a bowl of strawberries and placed it in front of Liu Zhiyuan.
"Sister-in-law, try it. It's really sweet. This strawberry is a new variety."
Liu Zhiyuan tasted it perfunctorily and found it was really sweet.
If Yatong hadn't washed it, it might have smelled better.
Maybe it was because she had been tricked by Ya Tong so many times before, which directly led to her being unable to like Ya Tong now. She even felt uncomfortable sitting face to face with her.
In the past three years, Yatong has always cared for her. Every time she returned to the old house, Yatong smiled like a flower and treated her like her first love.
But she just didn't like it and subconsciously resisted her.
Yatong was sitting opposite her and wanted to chat with her, so she found an excuse and ran to Song Lingchen's side.
Song Lingchen wanted to play by himself, so he raised his innocent little eyes and looked around again.
Well, there's no one in the hall. He cleverly brushed her off and said, "Mom, go upstairs and help me find a toolbox. It's in the room where Dad lived when he was a kid."
Liu Zhiyuan frowned. "What toolbox? Song Lingchen, that's enough. You just need to disassemble, assemble, and disassemble. Do you really want to look like a technician? You little brat!"
Song Lingchen's face was about to smoke. "Go quickly! That's a children's tool box, go!"
Liu Zhiyuan had no choice but to turn around and go upstairs to help the child find the toy tool box.
Song Lingchen looked at her back, then looked at Yatong sitting on the sofa, a gleam of light flashed in his clear eyes.
Ya Tong looked over and frowned secretly at Song Lingchen, who was sitting on the ground playing hard. She really didn't like this child. He always looked like a villain. Children should look like children, but Song Lingchen seemed to be a child prodigy, which was too bad.
The most important reason she disliked him was that he was Liu Zhiyuan's child. Back then, she had put so much effort and energy into this child, but she still couldn't get rid of him. Sure enough, after this child was born, she hated him even more.
However, now is not the time to turn against each other. Even if you don’t like it, you still have to put in some effort to show it.
So she waved and smiled, "Song Lingchen, come and have some strawberries. These are specially reserved for you and your mother. They are very sweet."
Song Lingchen unexpectedly put down his tools, walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite her.
He was too obedient, and Yatong was a little uncomfortable.
The child has always been proud and charming, which he inherited from his father.
In the past, when Song Ling was considered her lover, she thought his arrogant and aloof personality was quite good. Very charming and attractive.
But when Song Ling's identity became that of a half-brother, she became more and more disgusted with this character.
Sometimes I really feel that this kind of indifferent personality is cold-blooded, inhumane, and unbearable.
For example, every time she saw him returning to his hometown, she would greet him warmly, but he would either snort coldly or nod quietly.
It was really cold, making her feel like her warm face was pressed against his cold butt.
Damn, this feeling is really annoying.
Song Lingchen sat opposite her and looked at her with a pair of sparkling eyes.
Seeing that Ya Tong was hesitant to speak, her face turned red.
Song Lingchen said, "Aunt, why did you call me here?"
Yatong finally responded.
A sweet smile appeared on her cheeks, and she said softly, "Oh, your aunt asked you to come over and eat strawberries."
Her hand picked up a toothpick, skewered a strawberry and handed it to him.
Song Lingchen shook his head, his voice deliberately becoming hoarse: "I don't eat this."
Ya Tong asked again: "What do you want to eat?"
Song Lingchen turned his head away proudly. "I don't eat human food!"
Ya Tong almost choked on her own saliva, "You don't eat human food?"
Song Lingchen nodded, "Yes."
Yatong's face was about to smoke. Well, this child is really naughty.
She looked at the little boy dressed as a little gentleman.
Although he had pretty cheeks and wore a bib, a children's shirt and a bow tie, she really didn't like the boy.
She could only say awkwardly: "Then, what are you eating?"
Song Lingchen pointed at the backpack he had just placed on the sofa: "Aunt, please hand me the backpack. I brought some food."
The small backpack was right next to Yatong, so she handed it over. She was disgusted. What a strange child. Coming as a guest, bringing her own snacks.
She picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth. He didn't want to eat such sweet strawberries, so she ate it.
However, when Song Lingchen put his water cup on the coffee table, she was stunned: "What's in it?"
The clear glass was filled with bright red liquid that looked like blood.
Song Lingchen was very smart and said directly, "It's blood. I only drink blood."
Afterwards, the little hand unscrewed the lid and poured a cup of red liquid: "Auntie, smell it, this blood is very fresh, would you like to try it?"
As soon as she opened the cup, Yatong smelled a disgusting odor.
She immediately freaked out and swallowed the whole strawberry in a panic.
The strawberry was a bit big, causing her to get stuck. She kept repeating to herself, "Don't spit it out, don't spit it out."
Her little face suddenly turned red, and she covered her chest and coughed violently, "Cough, cough..."
Seeing that his goal was finally achieved, Song Lingchen looked at her complacently and smiled.
Liu Zhiyuan searched upstairs for a long time but couldn't find the toy box that the little rascal had mentioned. She went downstairs with some suspicion and saw this scene.
Yatong covered her chest, coughed, and her face turned red.
And her little rascal was looking at Ya Tong with a smug look on his face.
She came down and asked, "What's wrong?"
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