Of course.
Song Qingdai now has a rough idea of Gao Han's temper. He is a rough guy with no bad intentions, but he hits people very hard and fiercely.
But be nice to her.
He always responds to requests. He may look rough, but he is actually very thoughtful.
Song Qingdai got an answer that satisfied her. She held his face and gave him a rare kiss.
The man's eyes darkened slightly, and without giving her a chance to retreat, he locked his hands on the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
One night the autumn wind swept the heat up into the night sky.
The sky is full of twinkling stars, and sometimes they disappear into the interstellar space, like a meteor passing by with a tail.
The pitch-black night is soft, velvety, gentle and peaceful.
This time Gao Han really listened.
The time is controlled very well, if I say half an hour it really is half an hour.
And this time Gao Han did not attack as fiercely as before, but was gentle and meticulous instead.
It's just repetitive and very tiring.
Song Qingdai got up early and braided her long hair. Gao Han bought her a pearl headband from the provincial capital.
Her thick black hair was matched with a beautiful pearl headband and a fashionable silk scarf was tied around her neck, which added a touch of beauty.
Since marrying into the Gao family, Song Qingdai's clothes have almost always been various kinds of skirts.
Gao Han buys whatever clothes are popular at the moment.
Inside and out, from head to toe.
His clothes were simple, just a few short-sleeved shirts hanging in the closet, and the rest were Song Qingdai's clothes.
"Hey, why did you get up so early today? Where's that kid Gao Han?"
Ye Chunjiang had just steamed egg custard. When he saw her coming, he sprinkled some chopped green onions on it and drizzled a little soy sauce on it. A bowl of delicious egg custard was ready.
Song Qingdai felt very weak today and her whole body felt weak.
I thought it was probably because of the torture Gao Han gave me last night.
"He hasn't woken up yet." Song Qingdai leaned over and asked, "What's in the pot? It smells so good, Mom."
Ye Chunjiang smiled sheepishly: "I steamed some brown sugar buns. Didn't you say you liked them last time?"
Song Qingdai likes to eat sweet food, especially brown sugar buns and brown sugar steamed buns.
Because that was the only food her mother Yao Jiahui knew how to cook.
Song Qingdai knew that Ye Chunjiang had steamed it specially for her, and she felt warm in her heart.
"Thank you, Mom."
"We are a family, why are you still so polite?"
"But my cooking skills are not as good as your mother's, so the taste may be different after steaming."
In addition to the pot of steamed buns, she also cooked a pot of pumpkin porridge, which she had already served and let cool, waiting for Song Qingdai to get up so she could eat it while it was still not hot.
Song Qingdai was surprised, but when she thought about the fact that her mother and Ye Chunjiang used to work in the same factory, it seemed normal.
"Try it now."
Song Qingdai took a bite. The brown sugar bun was soft and sweet. After taking a bite, the sweet taste of brown sugar spread in her mouth.
She took several bites in a row.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Ye Chunjiang looked at him with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Raising a daughter is different from raising a son.
When you raise a daughter, you see her eating in a graceful and elegant manner, but when you raise a son, he eats like a pig, very fast. You don't have the experience of raising a child at all.
I can finish it in just two or three bites, and you won’t be able to taste anything.
The key is to eat more.
"mom."
Gao Han was already awake when Song Qingdai got up. When he came down, he saw that Song Qingdai had already started eating.
She acted as if she didn't see Gao Han. She just buried her head in eating steamed buns, taking a sip of the fragrant and sweet pumpkin porridge from time to time.
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