"Didn't I tell you that it's a puppy that comes here?"
Gu Chen teased Song Chi who happily ran into their lounge.
Song Chi threw himself into Song Yan's arms, sat on the sofa, looked up and snorted at Gu Chen, "I just said what's wrong, do you still dare to make me bark?"
"If you dare, I'll let my brother beat you."
"Ouch~ You even use your elder brother to threaten me."
Gu Chen held Song Yan on his lap and reached out to touch Song Chi's head lovingly.
"Who threatened you? I'm telling the truth."
Song Chi finished speaking in a bad mood, and double-standardly hugged Song Yan's waist tightly, tilted his head back, smiled sweetly, and acted a little coquettishly, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you."
The corners of Song Yan's mouth curved up unconsciously.
He rubbed Song Chi's soft hair and said, "Brother misses you too."
"Xiaochen and Susu, have you met your mother?"
"Yes, I have. When I brought Mom and the others here last night, I took Susu and the others to look for Mom."
"Mom cried for a while, but it's okay."
"She was a little shocked when she found out that we both had husbands."
Song Chi told Song Yan the truth about what happened last night.
Song Yan had already guessed this result and was not very surprised.
"Mom, grandma, and Lu Yanchen's mother are walking on the artificial beach at the back door of the hotel."
"I've already asked Clone No. 1 to follow them. Nothing will happen."
"Avatar No. 1 is different from those little spherical robots. It can talk and communicate. Mom and the others can ask it anything they need. The survivors in the base see Avatar No. 1 following Mom and the others and don't dare to offend it. Don't worry, big brother."
"good."
Song Yan smiled and touched Song Chi's head again.
His son Xiao Chi is as attentive as ever.
Gu Chen, who was holding Song Yan, also raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Yan and Song Chi talking with a doting face.
He looked up and kissed Song Yan again and again, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Ahhhh, big brother smells so good today!
The little pervert Song Chi rubbed himself madly into Song Yan's arms.
Song Yan looked down at the furry head in his arms and asked softly, "You've been looking at the hotel recently. Are you tired?"
"I'm not tired. Xiao Qi does a lot of things."
Song Chi raised his head from Song Yan's arms and answered, then continued, "Fourth brother and his husband, as well as Chu Fei and Jiang Feng, my uncle-in-law and my uncle, they also helped."
Gu Chen held Song Yan on his lap, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Isn't your uncle here accompanying his wife in her old age? Does he have the time to help?"
Song Chi, "When we are busy, my uncle will help me call my uncle-in-law, and my uncle-in-law listens to my uncle very much."
After hearing this, Gu Chen inexplicably wanted to laugh.
Pei Yan, who didn't give face to anyone in the 1980s, is now used as an employee by his son. No one dares to believe it if he tells others about it.
"Why are you smiling like you deserve to be punished?" Song Chi frowned and said to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen’s smile just now definitely meant something bad.
"I'm just happy, I don't need to be punished."
Gu Chen reached out and stroked Song Chi’s head.
"Oh, you're stroking the dog's head, my hair is all messed up."
Song Chi slapped the big hand off his head and quickly tidied his hair.
Gu Chen suppressed his smile and looked at Song Chi without saying anything.
Because now Song Chi would no longer say that he would not touch his head.
Gu Chen had just thought this when he was slapped in the face the next second.
Song Chi said angrily, "You are not allowed to touch my head. You are not gentle at all."
"Okay~ I won't touch your head."
Gu Chen agreed with a smile.
He reached out and picked up a plate of snacks on the coffee table and handed it to Song Chi.
"I just haven't eaten enough."
Song Chi picked up the snack and took a bite, not forgetting to give Song Yan a piece as well.
Song Yan took the snack and took a bite. It was probably too sweet and he didn't like it.
Gu Chen lowered his head and opened his mouth to eat the snack in Song Yan's hand. He picked up a piece of cantaloupe and handed it to Song Yan's mouth to help him get rid of the greasiness.
Song Yan ate the cantaloupe, put the small glass fruit plate filled with strawberries on the coffee table near Song Chi, and considerately helped Song Chi put away the small silver fork.
Song Chi finished his snack, picked up his fork, and ate the strawberries and said, "Today's strawberries are really delicious, big, fresh, crisp and sweet."
Seeing Song Chi eating so happily, Gu Chen started laughing again.
It was worth it that he went downstairs to get it.
Gu Chen raised his head and kissed Song Yan, who was sitting on his lap, again. The smile never left his face.
After all, he has a wife and children now, how can he not be happy?
"Brother, ah."
Song Chi picked up the strawberry and handed it to Song Yan.
Song Yan listened to his brother and opened his mouth to eat the strawberry.
Song Chi immediately became happy.
He ate another strawberry and then fed it to Song Yan.
"Sure enough, supermarket strawberries are delicious."
"Looking at this makes me want to eat strawberry cake."
"It's a pity that there are no cakes to buy in the supermarket."
Gu Chen, who was holding Song Yan, reached out and touched Song Chi's head. "If you want to eat it, I will go back to the 1980s and buy it for you."
"No, I'll just talk."
Song Chi didn't let Gu Chen go back to buy it.
Besides, the cake from the 80s didn’t taste like what he wanted, so there was no need for Gu Chen to make a wasted trip.
Gu Chen noticed that the cakes they had were not to Song Chi's liking, so he rubbed his head and asked, "What kind of cake do you want? I'll have our pastry chef come over and make it for you."
"I can't eat it now, maybe next time!"
"I'll eat it with Susu then. He likes strawberries."
"good."
Gu Chen smiled and said nothing more.
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