Song Ling smiled and kissed her cheek. His hot breath was overwhelming, and his deep eyes were extremely arrogant: "Hey, I'll play football with him first, and stay with you tonight!"
Liu Zhiyuan saw a certain evil aura in his burning eyes. Her cheeks subconsciously flushed, and her little feet kicked his long legs. "Hateful."
After saying that, she ran into the kitchen like a rabbit. She invited Xu Su to dinner tonight. She planned to cook it herself.
After Xu Su arrived, he really brought the limited edition racing car toy that Song Lingchen wanted most.
Joking with Song Ling was one thing, but he was serious about loving his godson.
When he raised the entire set of toys in his hand and waved it in front of Song Lingchen, the little guy excitedly kicked the ball away and rushed over. "Wow, a complete set?"
Xu Su nodded, looking at this little guy who looked exactly like Song Ling, thinking of the pit in the company just now, he suddenly sneered,
"Song Lingchen. Because you look a lot like your annoying father. Therefore, your godfather is unhappy and doesn't want to give it to you. What should I do?"
Song Lingchen's little hands froze in mid-air, his clear little eyes blinked innocently, and his little eyebrows wrinkled.
"You hate my dad, what does it have to do with me?"
Xu Su was stunned. Hey, even the way of speaking is similar.
Song Lingchen pouted, then covered his chest with his hands and said calmly, "How can you adults be so unreasonable? Hating my father and liking me are two different things."
Xu Su was stunned. He hadn't seen this little guy for over twenty days. This little guy was really getting more and more talkative.
Song Lingchen stretched out two fingers again and waved them in front of Xu Su seriously, "You know what? These are two different things!"
Xu Su was amused by the little guy's appearance.
Song Lingchen stood on tiptoe but couldn't reach the toy, so he snorted anxiously.
"Hmph, godfather, you're so unreasonable. Do your parents know? I'll call your parents later!"
Xu Su's mouth was about to smoke. He really couldn't bear to tease him. He handed the toy to him. "Okay, godfather is so scared, stop complaining!"
Song Ling changed into a tracksuit and stood aside. He heard what his son had just said and kicked the ball directly, hitting Xu Su's leg. "See? This is called the disciple surpassing the master!"
Xu Su frowned, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside to join the football team.
After Song Lingchen carefully put the toys back in the room, he also joined in...
At dinner time.
Liu Zhiyuan is truly a fantastic cook. She personally prepared a sumptuous meal. Welcome to Xu Su for dinner.
As soon as Song Lingchen and Song Ling sat down, they both said something to Xu Su.
Song Lingchen said: "Godfather, welcome to dinner!"
Song Ling said calmly, "Don't come to eat anymore!"
Xu Su was still enjoying the food. Since they hadn't started eating yet, he was enjoying it alone.
Hearing this, he first gave Song Lingchen a thumbs up and said, "Godson, you still have a conscience. Dad will come often in the future."
After saying that, he frowned at Song Ling and said, "Brother, you can't do this. Conscience is a good thing, I hope you can have it too. Okay?"
Song Ling also frowned, and swept his cold eyes over, saying in a hoarse voice, "Every time you come, she will cook. Don't come here again!"
Xu Su couldn't stand it anymore and protested, "Can you let me have a quiet meal? I came here and you abused me once, and kept asking me to eat dog food. You are crazy!"
Of course, what answered him was Song Ling's even colder look.
Song Lingchen said, "Godfather, I welcome you to come and have a meal! If you come to play with me, Mom won't be lazy and will be able to make such a delicious meal!"
He likes his mother's cooking very much, but most of the time his father doesn't want his mother to cook. His father always says that his mother is too hard-working and should let the maid cook.
Xu Su was very touched: "You are still sensible, godson."
Song Lingchen said proudly, "That's for sure!"
When they were eating, Xu Su suddenly said, "I haven't had a proper meal in a long time."
Liu Zhiyuan felt a little sad when she heard him say this.
Because Song Ling and Xu Su were good brothers. Xu Su had helped them time and time again. So she had long regarded Xu Su as a relative.
She sighed, "Are we really breaking up this time?"
A bitter look flashed across Xu Sujun's face: "Why not? She's a woman who won't be moved anyway. Keep her for the New Year?"
Liu Zhiyuan sighed helplessly again, and after helping him pick up a piece of food with chopsticks,
"Don't think too much, eat first. Eat more. No matter what, you can't treat your body badly."
It's really hard for outsiders to help with emotional matters. Although she has a strong heart, she doesn't know how to help them.
Xu Su suppressed his sadness for a moment, raised his glass,
"Okay, let's eat first. Brother, let me toast you first. Thank you for marrying such a lovely and virtuous sister-in-law, so that I can eat such delicious food."
Song Ling always seemed to like bickering with Xu Su, but he always kept his brother in mind. Seeing that Xu Su seemed to be in a bad mood, he didn't want to drink much, but he still drank with him.
By the end of the drinking, Xu Su was drunk.
Liu Zhiyuan let him stay at home tonight, and the guest rooms were empty.
Xu Su refused. With a dazed look in his eyes, he suggested, "Why sleep? The night is so beautiful, the world is so wonderful, and the nightlife has just begun. Isn't sleeping a waste of time? Come on, let's sing! Brothers, let's go sing together!"
Song Ling frowned and subconsciously looked at Liu Zhiyuan. His life had always been centered around family and work, with almost no nightlife.
Xu Su was drunk, but not completely drunk. When he saw Song Ling's eyes, he couldn't help but tease him: "Brother, you are so shameful. Are you afraid of your wife? Don't worry, my sister-in-law will go with us."
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