"Not leaving?"
Song Laoliu is not a fool, he can understand what these words mean.
But he still looked indifferent.
"Where do you want to live if you don't leave?"
Duan Dinglan glanced at the bed, then whispered, "This side room originally had a double bed, so I should be able to sleep here, right?"
"Not suitable."
Song Laoliu rejected Duan Dinglan without much hesitation and cut off her unclear feelings.
This time, Duan Dinglan did not follow Song Laoliu's wishes.
She did not immediately hug Song Rushuang and leave, but stood there, looking at Song Laoliu silently.
Song Laoliu focused all his attention on his book.
I don't care at all what Duan Dinglan is doing.
Song Rushuang's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
She felt that Song Laoliu did it on purpose.
Her mother clearly did nothing wrong, so why was she treated like this?
Thinking of this, Song Rushuang started to hum.
She just wanted to make some noise.
When Song Laoliu looked up again, he found that Duan Dinglan and her son were still in the room.
Not only did she not show any intention of leaving, she also stared at him with a resentful expression.
Somehow, Song Laoliu couldn't help but think of what Zhao Ling said in his mind.
He knew he would have great fortune in the future, and Duan Dinglan would only be a hindrance to him.
As for the child, once he has money, he will no longer need the child born to Duan Dinglan.
As much as I liked Duan Dinglan before, I probably feel as much annoyance towards him now.
Song Laoliu is not a good actor.
Therefore, even if he restrained himself a little, there was still some disgust revealed in Song Laoliu's eyes.
"She's too loud."
After a pause, Song Laoliu went straight to the point and said:
"Take her to sleep in the main house."
Duan Dinglan asked in confusion, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
"What?"
"Since you came back this time, you have been very cold."
Duan Dinglan's voice couldn't help but choke up a little:
"Did I do something wrong to make you angry?"
Song Laoliu paused in turning the pages of the book and shook his head honestly: "You didn't do anything wrong."
As a rural woman, Duan Dinglan is beautiful and virtuous, which is actually enough.
Unfortunately, it's still far from enough to be worthy of him.
At least compared to Zhao Ling, he would only choose Zhao Ling.
"Then why are you..."
Why such indifference?
Back and forth, there seems to be no other reason.
Song Rushuang stared at Song Laoliu with her pair of big, round, bright eyes, which inexplicably put a lot of pressure on Song Laoliu.
He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Oddly enough, it was just a baby that couldn't even speak.
He shook off this strange feeling with the same old excuse.
"Ding Lan, I'm not angry with you, I'm just too tired."
Song Laoliu's eyes softened briefly, but returned to normal in just a moment.
Although they are a legitimate couple, as a woman, she cannot force Song Laoliu to do anything, right?
Besides, Duan Dinglan is not that kind of person.
Song Rushuang hated herself for not being old enough. If she wasn't afraid of scaring her mother, she really wanted to punch her cheap father twice.
He took Song Rushuang back to the main house and put her on his bed.
He stretched out his hand and gently patted her arm, coaxing her to sleep in a soft voice.
She didn't seem to be sleepy at all, and her eyes were red from staying up late.
Song Rushuang realized that she would probably have to go to sleep first before Duan Dinglan would find a way to vent her emotions.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, Song Rushuang immediately stretched and slowly closed her eyes.
She was also worried about the lady's pen, so she couldn't sleep either.
After Song Rushuang closed her eyes for more than ten minutes, she heard a rustling sound in her ears.
The oil lamp beside the bed was extinguished, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
With a sob, Song Rushuang opened her eyes.
The situation was indeed not much different from what she had guessed.
Her mother would only cry secretly when she was asleep.
But this will not only fail to vent your emotions, but may also make you feel more depressed.
She tried hard to turn over, rolled over twice successfully, and then rolled right into Duan Dinglan's arms.
Such a coincidence also soothed Duan Dinglan's fragile heart to a certain extent.
Duan Dinglan hugged Song Rushuang tightly in his arms and said with a sob:
"It's okay. As long as I have Xiaoqi and Xiaoliu, I can hold on."
After a pause, she didn't seem sad anymore. She felt a little weak and lost.
"Xiao Qi, what should mother do?"
It was a sleepless night for both Duan Dinglan and Song Rushuang.
…
Because the Song family operated properly and acted quickly, by the time New Year's Eve approached, all kinds of New Year's goods were almost ready at home.
According to everyone's initial opinions, all the New Year's goods were divided into seven equal parts.
In addition to the one that every family should have, there is another one specifically for Duan Dinglan.
This was originally what Mrs. Song meant.
Although she is strong, she is definitely not a dictator.
Whenever there was something important happening in the Song family, she would always make it known and discuss it with the children.
As soon as she proposed this idea, everyone immediately nodded in agreement.
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