Yatong seemed to have changed. She seemed to have become accustomed to her father's care and was not as polite as before.
Song Ling was not a talkative person. He remained silent and remained silent.
Maybe because he stayed up late to work overtime last night, he frowned and felt a little tired, and reached out to rub his eyebrows.
Liu Zhiyuan saw it and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you tired? I told you not to work overtime for so long last night, but you just wouldn't listen. You've lost five pounds this month, and I won't allow you to work overtime this late in the future."
She wasn't deliberately displaying her affection. Her clear eyes revealed genuine concern.
Ya Tong's face looked very bad, and she was disdainful of Liu Zhiyuan's behavior in her heart.
The woman's affectation made her feel extremely sick!
Song Huihai also looked over when he heard this and found that Song Ling did not look well. He was also distressed.
"Work is important, but health is more important. Listen to Xiaoyuan from now on and don't work so hard."
Even though he worked very hard himself, it was the nature of fatherly love that made him unable to help but care about his son.
Song Ling: "I will pay attention."
Song Huihai checked the time and urged, "Well, you've also come to see Xiao Tong, so go home first. Xiao Ling, take advantage of this weekend to have a good rest."
Liu Zhiyuan looked at her father and saw how concerned she was about her husband, and suddenly thought of a possibility.
Liu Zhiyuan thought that Yatong might be her father's daughter, which was a very bold guess.
But this is also the most straightforward feeling in her heart.
Song Huihai's personality is very dignified and introverted, but now he is very concerned and nervous about Yatong. This concern and nervousness is exactly the same as when he faces Song Ling.
That's why she came up with such a bold guess.
Thinking of Yatong’s sudden return, my aunt seemed like a different person.
She was willing to give up her years of living alone and return to Sucheng to take care of Yatong. Afterwards, she targeted herself because her aunt should know that Yatong was also a child of the Song family.
That's why she's so protective of Yatong, right?
Auntie knew her identity from the beginning, as well as Song Ling's identity and Yatong's identity. When Yatong was not back, Auntie supported her and Song Ling being together. After Yatong came back, Auntie changed her attitude again.
With this idea in mind, it is not difficult to explain the difference in her aunt's attitude towards her before and after.
Of course, all this is speculation and analysis. At present, it is necessary to determine whether Yatong is his father's daughter.
On the way home from the hospital, her clear eyes were a little misty, and she supported her head with her arms and looked out the window.
In his mind, he repeatedly examined Song Huihai's attention to Yatong.
The man driving the car had a handsome, upright profile, a striking presence. His face, sculpted like a perfect masterpiece of God, held a breathtaking allure. His hand on the steering wheel held a graceful, undeniable nobility.
When his clear eyes turned to her, there was a hint of softness. His thin lips curled up slightly, and a big hand held her hand hanging by her side. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly turned her eyes to look at him, her long eyelashes flickering like butterfly wings, her cherry-like lips gently pursed. She was thinking about how to tell him her doubts and speculations.
Was it a bit too much to suspect that Yatong was his father's biological daughter? In fact, she didn't have much basis for this. She just suspected and guessed based on her feelings.
It is said that women are emotional and men are rational.
If he didn't know the reason, would he think her guess was ridiculous?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, and clearly seeing the confusion in her eyes, Song Ling held her hand tightly and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Because I went to see Ya Tong and I feel uncomfortable? Are you jealous?"
Liu Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly after hearing this. Oh my god, what was he thinking?
Song Ling's mellow voice was like raindrops hitting the window glass, dripping with indescribable magic.
"Of course not! That's why I feel wronged. It's like what you always say, it's called..." Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but say, "It's called being shot even when you're lying down."
Song Ling's chin curve was also perfect. He nodded slightly, "That's what I said."
Liu Zhiyuan puffed up her cheeks slightly, and suddenly felt that three years had passed, and the men around her seemed to be becoming more and more immature.
How could she be jealous of something like this?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Song Ling came over and kissed her cheek while waiting for the traffic light. She subconsciously blocked it with her little hand. "Wawa is here."
She would not let the little rascal at home see such inappropriate scenes for children.
Song Ling turned back and followed her gaze, and the curve of his lips couldn't help but widen.
Liu Zhiyuan discovered that the little rascal had fallen asleep without realizing it. Miraculously, the little rascal had fallen asleep while sitting up. In his arms, he was holding the remote-controlled airplane he had snatched from the old house, and in one of his little hands, he was holding a screwdriver.
The car body bumped slightly and the screwdriver in his little hand fell under the seat.
Liu Zhiyuan raised her lips in laughter. Her smile was always like the warm sun in winter, pure and moving.
"It's amazing that he can fall asleep while sitting. But it's not comfortable for him to sleep like this. I'll go to the back and help him lie down..."
Her arm was pulled by the man next to her, and then she saw the figure and the magnetic voice rang out, "I'll go!"
He got out of the car, opened the back door, gently took the plane and tools from his little baby, and then laid him flat on the back seat to sleep.
The car was quite spacious. The back seat was also spacious, and the little baby's small body could lie comfortably on it. He also took a thin blanket to cover him.
Song Lingchen has very good skin, fair and tender, and his facial features are a little more three-dimensional than his.
A shallow breath came out and landed in his heart, rippling gently in the lake of his heart like a feather.
Just when Liu Zhiyuan thought a man was about to lower his head and secretly kiss the little rascal, Song Ling flicked the little rascal's cheek with his index finger and said proudly: "This is my son!"
Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but pout, "Hubby, it's been three years, hasn't your emotional intelligence improved? I thought you were going to kiss him secretly..."
Song Ling closed the car door and returned to the driver's seat, resting his long arms on the steering wheel, unconsciously displaying his elegance to the extreme. He simply said, "He calls himself a man and hates being kissed. Especially being kissed secretly!"
Well, Liu Zhiyuan couldn't refute it. Who made her give birth to such an unusual baby?
The scenery on both sides of the window kept receding, and Liu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Ling knew that she had something on her mind, and said calmly, "Tell me, what is it?"
Liu Zhiyuan took another deep breath, then turned to look at him: "Husband, I suspect Xiao Tong is Daddy's daughter?"
Song Ling's fingers trembled slightly on the steering wheel, and his handsome brows were slightly furrowed.
Liu Zhiyuan pouted slightly, "Well, you must think I'm fanciful and talking nonsense, right? But I just feel that Dad's attitude towards Xiao Tong has changed..."
Song Ling interrupted her, a deep meaning flashed in her eyes: "Just verify it."
Liu Zhiyuan was a little surprised, "Don't you think I'm talking nonsense?"
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