When thinking about this matter, Liao Qingsheng naturally thought of Xiang Nanxing, who is still kept in the dark. Thinking of this person, Liao Qingsheng felt that this matter of his was not a black history.
Liao Qingsheng poked Song Ying'an's arm with his hand, a smile on his face that asked for a beating: "That kid Nanxing probably doesn't know about this yet, right?"
Thinking of Xiang Nanxing, Song Yingan was also helpless: "I have told him many times, but he just doesn't believe I have any solution."
"Hehehe!" Liao Qingsheng laughed maliciously, his expression full of ill intent. "He's a stubborn guy. Once he's made up his mind, nothing can change it. Don't bother with him. If he wants to be your brother, then let him be."
Song Ying'an also thought so. He had already told the truth and there was nothing he could do even if others didn't believe him. However, every time he heard someone older than him call him brother, Song Ying'an felt it was quite nice.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao had finished moving the items from the oxcart in just a short while, Liao Qingsheng clapped his hands and said, "Comrade Lin Xuanjiao, you are truly a heroine. You've rendered us two grown men completely useless."
Lin Xuanjiao smiled sheepishly: "I'm just stronger."
Seeing that the oxcart was empty, Liao Qingsheng didn't stay any longer and waved goodbye to Lin Xuanjiao and Song Yingan: "I'm leaving now. We'll meet again next time if there's a chance."
Lin Xuanjiao and Song Yingan also waved goodbye: "See you next time."
When Liao Qingsheng was about to drive the ox away, he suddenly turned around and shouted to Song Ying'an, "Don't forget my lunch box! Remember to make a few more portions, especially the ones your sister-in-law likes and Baozhu likes. As for Ayi's, just make whatever you like."
After saying this, Liao Qingsheng drove the ox cart very fast, as if he was afraid that Song Ying'an would refuse, which was completely different from his previous slow driving style.
Looking at Liao Qingsheng walking away, Lin Xuanjiao asked Song Yingan beside her: "Who are those people he is talking about?"
Song Ying'an explained: "His wife, daughter and son."
Lin Xuanjiao lowered her head in thought, "So the Ayi he mentioned is his son? And Baozhu is his daughter?"
Seeing Song Ying'an nod in agreement, Lin Xuanjiao was a little surprised: "He doesn't favor boys over girls?"
When Lin Xuanjiao came to this world, her most intuitive feeling was the preference for boys over girls. Just like the children in this village, boys can play everywhere in the village, while girls have to stay at home and help adults with housework.
Song Ying'an thought about Liao Qingsheng's family situation and continued to nod: "He really doesn't favor boys over girls. He treats both children equally."
Lin Xuanjiao thought about what she had seen before and sighed, "Then he can be considered a good father."
Hearing Lin Xuanjiao praising Liao Qingsheng, Song Yingan pursed his lips and said, "I can be a good father, too."
Lin Xuanjiao was stunned when she heard this, then looked at Song Ying'an and smiled, "I didn't say you weren't a good father!"
Song Ying'an didn't say anything this time. He also felt that what he said just now was very unreasonable.
Instead, Lin Xuanjiao became interested. She looked at Song Ying'an and asked, "Do you think our future child will be a boy or a girl?"
Song Ying'an looked at Lin Xuanjiao's bright smile, and her heart softened. "It's all right. As long as it's yours, I like it regardless of gender."
Lin Xuanjiao was caught off guard by Song Yingan's blunt remark, a blush gradually creeping up her fair cheeks. "Why are you so blunt now? You weren't like this before."
Seeing Lin Xuanjiao blushing, Song Ying'an approached Lin Xuanjiao, and he was particularly scheming and pulled off all the cloth covering his face.
So Lin Xuanjiao was faced with a top-notch face that could only exist in the game world, especially since this face was very close to hers.
Facing Song Ying'an who was launching a beauty attack at her, Lin Xuanjiao's face turned red again. She wanted to look away from this bewitching face but she just couldn't!
Lin Xuanjiao took a few deep breaths, then slapped Song Ying'an in the face, her eyes narrowed. "Song Ying'an, you're getting worse and worse. You dare to use the honey trap on me."
Song Ying'an took Lin Xuanjiao's hand from his face, his brows curved, "Isn't this all for you? Don't you like my face? Then I'll show you my face to make you happy."
Lin Xuanjiao snorted, "Slippery tongue."
Song Ying'an was in a good mood after hearing what he said. He invited Lin Xuanjiao into the house: "Jiaojiao, why don't you go in and sleep for a while? You can have dinner when you wake up."
Lin Xuanjiao felt that this made a lot of sense. Even though she had slept this morning and afternoon, she still felt that this sleep was not enough. After all, she couldn't sleep all night.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao agreed, Song Yingan quickly took Lin Xuanjiao into his room. Looking at the quilt on the bed, Song Yingan said, "I'll change you to a set of washed quilts! It won't take long."
Before Lin Xuanjiao could reply, Song Ying'an had already stepped forward to remove the quilt cover. Seeing how quickly Song Ying'an moved, Lin Xuanjiao fell silent. She really wanted to sleep on a clean bed.
While Song Yingan was changing the quilt cover, Lin Xuanjiao looked around. This bedroom was very large, at least much larger than her bedroom in the Youth League Home. Even though the surrounding objects were old or had been taken away, it was still obvious that this bedroom had been renovated with great effort.
It seems that this bedroom will be where she and Song Yingan will live in the future. At present, Lin Xuanjiao is very satisfied.
While Lin Xuanjiao was thinking, Song Ying'an had already changed the quilt. He looked at Lin Xuanjiao with anticipation, "Jiaojiao, I've already changed the quilt. You can go upstairs and have a good sleep."
Lin Xuanjiao finally snapped out of her thoughts. She watched as Song Ying'an quickly changed the duvet covers. She sighed inwardly: "Comparison is the real culprit." If it were her, she'd have to crawl under the covers for ages before she could finish.
Looking at the small leather shoes on her feet, Lin Xuanjiao asked Song Yingan, "Do you have hot water at home? I want to wash my feet before going to bed."
It was so hot today and she had been walking for so long in non-breathable leather shoes. Lin Xuanjiao really couldn't think of going to bed without washing her feet.
Song Yingan immediately replied: "Yes, I'll go to the kitchen and pour it. You sit here and rest for a while."
After saying this, Song Yingan immediately ran to the kitchen, so fast that Lin Xuanjiao wanted to remind him to slow down.
Unfortunately, before Lin Xuanjiao could open her mouth, Song Ying'an had already disappeared.
Lin Xuanjiao shook her head helplessly. She was finding it increasingly difficult to figure out Song Ying'an's personality, but she liked him no matter what his personality was.
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