The windows were not closed, the night wind was blowing, and the light white curtains were fluttering in the wind. It was pitch black outside the big windows, and there weren't even stars in the vast night sky.

The hair hadn't dried yet, and the pajamas behind it had already soaked a large patch.

The night breeze blew, Song Qianqian's body was cold, and he couldn't help but have a cold war.

It's cold!

Song Qianqian hurriedly got up, walked quickly to the window, and closed the window.

Even though it's summer, the wind is still a little cool at night.

She took off her wet pajamas and went to the cupboard to take out another set of pajamas to put on. I put the pajamas I changed into the washing machine, pressed the power, and the washing machine automatically cleaned up with the sound of "bang-la-la-la" water.

Song Qianqian leaned against the sink and propped up his hands on the table behind his back. Smooth white marble, cold and cold.

Thinking of Lai Ting's words just now, she suddenly remembered that her son had missed a sentence with her today, saying that his classmates were laughing at him for not having a father. At that time, she didn't care about it, but now that Lai Ting said it, she realized the importance of this matter.

Her mother is so incompetent, her son has worked so hard at school, she doesn't even know at all. My son comes back from school every day, acting like no one, sometimes she is in a bad mood, and when she is down, her son takes the initiative to comfort her and tell jokes to make her happy.

Song Qianqian raised her hands and buried her face deeply between them, and the sadness in her heart was like a big wave, drowning her.

What should she do?

Song Qianqian silently shed tears, and hot tears fell on her cold palm, like sulfuric acid splashed on her palm, burning badly.

She always thought that as long as her son was by her side, she missed the most important point, home, which is composed of father, mother, and children. But now in their family, there are only mothers and children, and the absence of fathers will definitely have a certain impact on the children's later lives.

What's more, her child is still a boy, and the growth of a boy needs his father's education and existence more than a girl.

However, Lu Zihao has not yet appeared.

There were more and more tears on Song Qianqian's face, and the crying sound became louder and louder, she covered her mouth and tried not to make any noise in her mouth, she was afraid that she would make noise to the child, and she was even more afraid that the child would be worried.

She covered her mouth and slowly sat on the floor against the washing machine, her legs curled up and helpless like a child.

Lu Zihao, where are you? Why haven't you come back? My children and I need you, come back quickly!

Song Qianqian silently shouted in his heart, and the tears on his face kept sliding down like beads with broken threads.

"Ding......

The washing machine made a noise and stopped.

Song Qianqian sighed deeply, stood up with the sink on the side, unscrewed the water tap, reached out to catch the water, washed her face indiscriminately, and only after washing away all the tears on her face did she pick up the towel on the side shelf and wipe it.

turned around and turned on the washing machine, took out the pajamas inside, the pajamas were almost dry, propped up and put them on the dryer, and after the pajamas were all dried, Song Qianqian walked back to the bedroom.

Fold the pajamas and put them in the wardrobe, Song Qianqian lay back on the bed, looking at the hour hand that had pointed to two o'clock in the morning, she realized that it was already so late.

Although there were less than four hours left before she got up, Song Qianqian was not sleepy at all, and her mind was full of what Lai Ting had just said.

Song Qianqian tossed and turned, no matter what, he just couldn't sleep. She forced herself to stop thinking nonsense, and stuck her head under the pillow to keep herself from being distracted, but her mind was like a boat that had lost its ground in the sea, and those distracting thoughts, like the rough waves, kept beating her head, and she could not calm down for a long time......

Song Qianqian was lying on the bed, and before he could fully wake up, he was pulled up by his son, "Mom, hurry up, we're going to be late." ”

Song Qianqian's head hurt a little, and she didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning last night, but she didn't expect that when the sky was about to dawn, it was raining too much in the sky again, and the rain smashed on the glass of the window, making a crackling sound, which made her wake up instantly after sleeping shallowly.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the somewhat dark room, "Sihao, don't pull your mother, your mother's head hurts?"

Song Qianqian sat up with his arms propped up, looking at the time on the low tablet at the head of the bed, it was already half past seven, no wonder his son said that he was going to be late.

She hurriedly lifted the quilt, quickly rushed to the bathroom, washed her face indiscriminately, took out two pieces of bread from the refrigerator and stuffed them into her son's school bag, and pulled him towards the door.

"Mom, do you have a fever? Your palms are so hot?"

Lu Sihao followed his mother quickly, and his mother's body temperature came from his hand, which was very hot.

"No, I don't. Song Qianqian raised his other hand holding the schoolbag and put the back of his hand on his forehead, the temperature was indeed a little high. Maybe I slept after washing my hair last night and didn't wait for it to dry it, so my head was a little hot.

From the moment she got out of bed, her head was groggy and tingling, but now she can't care so much, her son is going to be late for school, and her car was sent for repair yesterday, and it has not been picked up yet. It's raining so hard, and I don't know if it's good to take a taxi outside.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a cool breeze poured in. Song Qianqian tightened his son and his clothes tightly, and then pulled his son out of the elevator.

The rain was still falling outside, and the gloomy weather made the sky, which should have been bright, as dark as dusk. No wonder her room was so dark, it was all caused by the gloomy sky.

Song Qianqian led his son and stood at the door of the hall, looking at the pouring rain without the slightest intention of stopping.

Looking at the watch on her wrist again, it was almost eight o'clock, and she couldn't get a taxi, and she and the child were really going to be late.

She called the taxi company again and again, but unfortunately, it was a rainy day and there were more people using the car.

"Mom, look, Uncle Ou is here. ”

With his son's exclamation, Song Qianqian saw a burly man holding a black umbrella appear in the heavy rain. That figure was so familiar.

"Miss Song, Sihao, wait for a hurry, I'm sorry, I'm a little late. ”

Ou Yixuan's trouser legs had been wet from the rain, but it didn't affect the charming charm he had on his body at all.

"Uncle Ou, it's too good for you to come, my mother and I are worried about not being able to get a taxi. ”

Lu Sihao said, broke free of his mother's hand, walked quickly to Ou Yixuan's side, and stretched out his little hand into Ou Yixuan's wide palm.

"Mr. Ou, why are you here? I don't remember saying that you were asked to pick us up?"

Looking at Ou Yixuan's wet trouser legs, Song Qianqian's heart was like a big stone blocked, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

"Your car is broken, it's definitely not good to take a taxi if it's raining so hard today, anyway, I'm fine, so I'll just come and see you off." ”

Ou Yixuan bent down to pick up Lu Sihao, and held up the umbrella in his hand again: "Miss Song, let's go, otherwise Sihao will be late for class." ”

"But ......"

"Don't be, it's raining so hard now, there must be no taxis, if you're embarrassed, treat me to breakfast later." The car is parked at the door, let's hurry up. ”

Ou Yixuan said, stretched out his hand to pull Song Qianqian under the umbrella, and rushed into the rain with Lu Sihao in his arms.

Song Qianqian ran while holding Ou Yixuan with his hand, he was holding the child with one hand and an umbrella in the other, the wind outside was very strong, and she had to rely on Ou Yixuan to stabilize her body.

She secretly looked at Ou Yixuan, why is this man so powerful, just like yesterday in the kindergarten, when they were playing games together, he held Lu Sihao in one hand and her in the other, but he won the first place so easily.

This man must have exercised a lot, otherwise how could he be so powerful.

Song Qianqian leaned closely on Ou Yixuan and ran towards Ou Yixuan's car quickly. Until he got in the car and looked at Ou Yixuan sitting in the driver's seat in front of him, the tip of Song Qian's nose was all the faint and unique male fragrance on Ou Yixuan's body.

Song Qianqian sat behind with her son in her arms, and when she looked up, Ou Yixuan's left shoulder was wet, and then looked at her and her son, except for a little rain on her feet, there was no trace of wetting anywhere else.

The softest part of her heart twitched violently, this man seemed to be really good to her and the child, at least not bad now.

"Mr. Ou, your clothes are wet, you can wipe them first, wait a minute, don't catch a cold. ”

Song Qianqian endured it for a long time, but still said the worry in his heart. Looking at the clothes clinging to her body, she woke up Ou Yixuan with a loud voice.

"That's right, Uncle Ou, you better wipe it first, or you'll have the same fever as my mother in a minute. ”

Lu Sihao leaned on his mother's arms, stretched out his head and said to Ou Yixuan in front.

Ou Yixuan turned his head with a worried face, "Do you have a cold?"

Song Qianqian looked at the handsome face who suddenly turned his head and was less than ten centimeters away from her, and suddenly felt that his breathing had become a little difficult.

She nodded mechanically, then shook her head again.

"What do you mean by that? Do you have a cold or not?"

Ou Yixuan was confused by Song Qian's movements, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"That...... I didn't have a cold, just a little fever, maybe I had a cold when I slept last night, so when I woke up this morning, my head was a little hot. ”

Song Qianqian's face was flushed, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like he had a fever.

Ou Yixuan glanced at her worriedly, didn't say anything, turned around and drove towards the kindergarten.

Looking at Ou Yixuan, who didn't say anything, Song Qianqian's heart suddenly felt very lost, she thought that no matter what, he would always say something that cared about her, but he didn't say anything.

Song Qianqian's heart was a little uncomfortable, and he stopped talking and turned his head to look out of the car.