In their future plans, they have a grand vision—to establish a security company in each of the countries around the world.
This company not only provides professional security services, but also shoulders the mission of promoting Chinese Kung Fu.
They firmly believe that with Bruce Lee about to embark on his Hollywood journey, this will be an excellent opportunity for foreigners to experience the charm of Chinese Kung Fu.
However, all of this will have to wait two years, because at this moment, they each have important things to deal with.
After enjoying the delicious Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Song Ziqing got up and went to his children's room next door.
When he saw that his daughter Xiaoyu had woken up, he was filled with joy.
Xiaoyu didn't cry or make a fuss. Her big eyes stared straight at her parents. When she saw her parents enter the room, her eyes immediately lit up with a smile. This smile seemed to melt everything, and Song Ziqing's heart was instantly enveloped in warmth.
"Xiaoyu, how can you be so cute? Come here, let Mommy give you a hug!"
Song Ziqing couldn't help but step forward and gently lift his daughter from the crib.
Looking at the two women he loved most in his life, Lin Chengyu was filled with happiness and contentment. He said with emotion, "Our daughter is, of course, the most adorable baby in the world."
Song Ziqing held Xiaoyu in her arms and gently rocked her. Xiaoyu's gaze remained fixed on her mother, as if trying to remember her appearance.
"Yu'er will definitely be as beautiful as her mother when she grows up," Song Ziqing said with a smile.
Lin Chengyu walked to his wife's side and gently stroked Xiaoyu's face, saying, "Our Xiaoyu will definitely grow up healthy and happy."
The couple were enjoying a warm and cozy moment when a knock came at the door.
"I'll go take a look." Lin Chengyu put down his hand and turned to open the door.
Standing outside the door was Song Ziqing's father, holding a document in his hand.
"Dad, what brings you here?" Song Ziqing asked, somewhat surprised.
"These are some urgent documents from your company. Chengyu needs to handle them as soon as possible." Mr. Song handed over the documents.
Lin Chengyu took the document, glanced at it, and said, "Okay, I understand. Dad, please have a seat."
After receiving the documents, Lin Chengyu nodded to the father and daughter, then kissed his daughter's cheek before quickly heading outside.
When Mr. Song entered the room and saw the adorable Xiaoyu, a kind smile appeared on his face.
"Ah ah..." Xiaoyu waved her little hands, making indistinct sounds.
"Is my granddaughter calling me?" Mr. Song was overjoyed. "Oh, Xiaoyu is so good."
As they were talking, Song Jingwei snatched his granddaughter from his daughter's arms; he loved teasing his little granddaughter the most.
At this moment, Song Xincheng also woke up and found that his mother and grandfather were doting on his younger sister, so he couldn't help but start wailing loudly.
Seeing him wailing and crying, looking heartbroken but without shedding a single tear, Song Ziqing was filled with admiration: "My God, Dad, our Xiao Cheng is so clever, he even knows how to use fake crying to get attention!"
Although she was laughing at her son, she didn't want him to feel favored, so she went straight over and picked him up from the crib.
As soon as Chengcheng was held in a familiar embrace, his howling immediately stopped, and he looked directly at his mother and laughed so hard that his little tongue stuck out.
His adorable appearance was so cute that Song Ziqing kissed him on the forehead repeatedly.
Actually, she wanted to kiss her son's little mouth more, but Lin Chengyu had warned her that she could only kiss him and was not allowed to kiss anyone else, not even her own children.
Seeing this, Song's father couldn't help but laugh.
He walked over to his daughter, stepped forward, and gently patted his grandson on the back, saying, "Little Chengcheng, you're a grown man, you can't be a little crybaby."
Song Ziqing held her son and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She looked down at Xiao Chengcheng, her eyes full of tenderness.
"Dad, who do you think Chengcheng will look like in the future?" Song Ziqing asked.
"Is that even a question?" Mr. Song laughed. "He'll definitely look like his father, handsome and smart."
“I do hope he can be like me. His dad is usually too quiet, and I’m always worried that he might become too depressed,” Song Ziqing said with a smile.
At this moment, Xiao Chengcheng's little hand grabbed Song Ziqing's finger and held it tightly.
He was babbling something, as if expressing his thoughts.
"It seems that Chengcheng has his own ideas," said Song's father.
Just as Song Ziqing was about to respond, he suddenly heard a car horn outside.
"I guess Ayu is about to leave. Let's hurry and see him off," she said, standing up.
Mr. Song carried his granddaughter and followed Song Ziqing out of the room.
They arrived at the door and saw Lin Chengyu just about to get into his car and leave.
"Ayu, will you be able to come back tonight?" Song Ziqing asked.
"I probably won't be able to come back tonight. There's been a problem with shipping in Guangzhou. I have a feeling that someone is causing trouble for our company, and I need to go and deal with it."
As Lin Chengyu spoke, he hugged his son and daughter one by one, and hugged Song Ziqing even tighter, kissing her red lips before getting into the car and leaving.
When Xiao Chengcheng saw his father, he immediately reached out his hands, wanting Lin Chengyu to hug him, but Lin Chengyu said goodbye to him directly, which made him angry, and he even started blowing bubbles in anger.
Song Ziqing, holding her indignant son, couldn't help but laugh. "My goodness, Chengcheng, how come you have so many funny expressions?!"
Zhang Lihua then took out her camera and snapped a picture of her grandson blowing bubbles. "When our grandchildren grow up, we can show them these funny expressions so they can see what they looked like as children. Those scenes must have been very interesting."
Song Jingwei wholeheartedly agreed with his wife's quirky sense of humor: "It seems we need to buy a few more cameras; two aren't enough for us!"
He also wants to take more photos of his grandchildren. The cameras they use now are all color cameras, and the photos they take are of very good quality.
With the patient assistance of her parents and nanny, Song Ziqing gently bathed her children.
He carefully lifted the children into the crib and watched them lie down quietly.
These adorable brother and sister, as if under a spell, drifted off to sweet dreams in less than a minute once they got into bed.
It was still early, and Song Ziqing slowly walked into the bedroom, his eyes eagerly searching for Tang Sancai (a type of glazed pottery).
In an instant, her thoughts traveled through time and space via Tang tri-colored pottery and arrived in Guangzhou.
Previously, the couple had found a secluded spot on a hillside in the suburbs of Guangzhou and hid the Tang tri-colored pottery there.
This choice was not accidental, but because there was a highway there, which would allow them to quickly retrieve a car from the ring space and drive to Guangzhou after stepping out of the time tunnel.
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