Later, when Professor Song learned about this, the old man, with gray hair but still strong spirit, glanced at his youngest son with a look that seemed to see through everything.
The little brat nestled in Qi Yunyi's arms, looking up at her from time to time and grinning every time he looked at her.
"why are you laughing?"
"Yi Yi, when I grow up, you can marry me."
The child said seriously after laughing.
This time it was Qi Yunyi's turn to burst out laughing: "By the time you grow up, I'll be an old lady. Will you still marry me?"
"Great-grandmother is old too, but she is super pretty."
"I'm afraid that won't work."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your little grandmother."
"Okay, then can you give me a wife?"
Qi Yunyi: "If I give birth to a girl, you have to call her aunt. She is your elder."
Wen Yan: ...
Wen Yan's weak heart was shocked and he became completely depressed.
During the meal, when the whole family gathered at the table, Qiao Yueyue, his grandmother who was a generation apart from him, immediately hugged him and asked him what was wrong.
"Grandma, why wasn't Yi Yi born with me? When I was born, Yi Yi had already become my little grandma.
I asked Yi Yi to remarry, but she refused. Even her children are my elders. Oh, it's so hard for me."
He had a sad expression on his face, which should have been a sad thing, but everyone at the table couldn't help but turned around and laughed.
You can't laugh in front of him. This kid has strong ideas and strong logic. It will be difficult to fool him a second time after he's been fooled once. Besides, he has a very strong self-esteem.
For example, after accidentally wetting the bed, he would take water and wet the entire bed, then pretend to be confused and say that it was raining at home and his bed was wet.
If you laugh in front of him, he will remember it until he laughs back.
After this matter was exposed, Wen Yan was carried into the room by Song Xinglan. When he came out again, Wen Yan looked even more listless.
Qi Yunyi quietly poked Song Xinglan's forearm and asked him, "What did you say to him?"
"Taught him a lesson."
"What class?"
"Ethics class."
?
Although Qi Yunyi didn't understand, she felt it was powerful and thought, is this a good thing?
On the way back, Song Xinglan held her on his lap and rubbed her neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Marking, and also, getting rid of the wrong smell."
Is this referring to a child who is clinging to her and won't leave?
Qi Yunyi had no choice but to let his furry head wander around her neck. After he finished marking her, she kissed him on the face soothingly.
"You're jealous of a child too."
"He told you to wait until he grows up and remarries, so shouldn't I be jealous? Yi Yi, do you like him more than me?"
"No, I like you the most, no one else, no one can compare to you."
"Can't you compete with me in games?"
"cannot."
"Fishing?"
"Nothing can compare to you."
He was finally satisfied. He held the back of her head and exchanged a passionate and deep kiss with her. They both had difficulty breathing, and then he let her go.
After letting go, he didn't forget to curl up the corners of his lips and diss a kid.
This fussy look, well, is kind of handsome.
Speaking of this question, should we still have children?
Will he be jealous of his own children in the future?
Not sure.
After returning home, Qi Yunyi changed her clothes and went to test Song Xinglan's attitude.
Song Xinglan hugged his wife, the temperature rose, and the arrow was on the string. Then he was asked if he would be jealous of his son if he gave birth to a little Song Xinglan.
Then he stopped.
Qi Yunyi opened her eyes, hugged him, rubbed her face on his chest, and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"Playing games?"
Um?
Qi Yunyi was carried from the bed to the game room by him, and then she looked at the animation page of the game and fell into deep thought.
Qi Yunyi sometimes plays games on Song Xinglan's computer in the study, and only comes to the game room when the two of them play together.
The game room was added later. It is not only for playing games, but also for watching movies and listening to music. The walls, door frames, carpets and ceilings have all been specially soundproofed, so you don’t have to worry about someone knocking on the door to complain when you sing karaoke in the early morning.
If they had a baby, they would have to move.
When Qi Yunyi was thinking about things, the game started. Song Xinglan and Qi Yunyi formed a team and led her to kill.
This is the correct way to play the game. When will the gaming experience of being dragged down and blamed by stupid teammates be completely deleted from gaming history?
Although the game was fun, Qi Yunyi was still thinking about other things, so she stopped playing after a few rounds. Instead, she sat astride Song Xinglan's legs, hugged him, and continued what she had not finished before.
Song Xinglan had originally used the game to divert his attention, but she pulled him back into the previous mood and atmosphere, and he quickly sank into it.
The computer was turned off and the screen went black. In front of the screen, which could vaguely reflect the figures, blurry figures intertwined with each other could be vaguely seen.
It started raining outside the window at some point, and the rain was pouring down with a sound of dripping rain. However, in the well-insulated game room, not a single sound could be heard. There were only the tireless men and women immersed in the sea of clouds and Wushan Mountains.
A drop of sweat fell on the delicate skin, sliding down along the snow-white skin until it sank deep into the skin and disappeared without a trace.
Song Xinglan pushed aside Qi Yunyi's long hair and let it linger on her shoulders.
Qi Yunyi raised her neck, like a white swan stretching its neck.
Mandarin ducks dance neck to neck, emerald love cage, eyebrows shyly gathered, red lips warm and melting...
One of the thirty rhymes of Huizhen's poem flashed through Qi Yunyi's mind.
She held Song Xinglan's hand, relying on the only support, floating in the sea of clouds, and thought several times that she would drown in the soft white clouds.
The clouds have cleared and the rain has stopped, but the heavy rain outside the window is still continuing.
The sound of dripping rain continued all night long, and only stopped for a short while at dawn, but soon became louder again, continuing to turn into the best white noise for hypnosis.
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