Song Mengyang really knows how to cook, although he can't be said to be particularly good at cooking, but he is also good.

This made Yang Xiaotian's impression of her change. After all, he has experienced Luo Shanshan's kind, and when he arrives in the kitchen, he is completely the existence of a destroyer. Although Yi Jiaxin is by her side, after all, Yi Jiaxin's hometown is from Jiang Province, not Yun Province.

And Song Mengyang, who is the same as Luo Shanshan, is also a girl from Yun Province, and it is more vivid to use it as a reference figure for Luo Shanshan.

"Do you really know how to cook?" Yang Xiaotian couldn't help but ask.

After all, in his opinion, a girl who pays so little attention to her private life must be the master of being lazy and purely eating youth. Such a person doesn't look like the kind of person who can be like a kitchen.

But Song Mengyang proved with facts that Yang Xiaotian's opinion on her was completely wrong.

"Of course, my family was poor, and then my parents were ...... I'm the only one left at home. If you don't cook for yourself, you'll starve to death sooner or later. Song Mengyang's words are half-truths and half-truths.

In the beginning, if she didn't cook for herself, she would have starved to death. But then, as she gradually gave up on herself, she came into contact with more and more men, and the money she could receive was also increasing. And starvation is something that can't happen to her.

It's just that now when I tell Yang Xiaotian, it's nothing more than the same as crying before, just trying to deceive Yang Xiaotian's sympathy.

And this time, Song Mengyang learned to be obedient, she didn't look up, but kept her head down, as if she was very sad. In this way, Yang Xiaotian can't see her face, and naturally he can't judge whether she is acting through micro-expressions.

On the other hand, two places of liquid slipped from her face.

Song Mengyang was still holding the vegetables in his hands, so naturally there was no way to play tricks. Of course, if she wants to play tricks in front of Yang Xiaotian, she must really want to have no play with Yang Xiaotian completely, so she dares to do this, otherwise, it is still the key to do some things honestly.

"Okay, don't cry, this won't happen in the future. Yang Xiaotian couldn't tell if Song Mengyang was acting, but seeing her head down, her shoulders shaking, and the tears sliding down her face must not be pretending.

Yang Xiaotian is not a politician after all, he can't be iron-hearted. Especially when dealing with people who are not enemies, he really can't completely harden his mind.

I don't know what to think in my heart, anyway, by the time he realized that something was wrong, this comforting word had already been spoken.

"Brother Xiaotian, you are so good. After hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Song Mengyang, who was still in a state of sobbing, suddenly cried, and then threw himself into Yang Xiaotian's arms and began to cry loudly.

At the beginning, she was still a little pretending. But later, after feeling Yang Xiaotian's solid embrace, Song Mengyang recalled his life in the past few years, and wailed under the men one by one. It doesn't matter whether the other party is old or young, handsome or ugly, fat or thin......

As long as they can give her money and give her a better position, she can sleep with them. Can cooperate with them, desperate performance in bed. Even if in reality, she doesn't feel much at all, but when there are too many times, she can even do it to the point of being fake.

And Yang Xiaotian's understanding of Song Mengyang will not be thorough enough. Otherwise, he would definitely not soften his heart because of Song Mengyang's tears.

But after all, he is not a qualified politician. When Song Mengyang threw himself into his arms, Yang Xiaotian consciously wanted to push Song Mengyang out of his arms.

But after all, after hearing Song Mengyang's cry, the hand that was about to grab Song Mengyang's shoulder finally put it down.

He didn't push Song Mengyang away, but he didn't hold Song Mengyang either.

After waiting for a few minutes, Song Mengyang really cried out his feelings, and cried out all the things he had experienced in the past few years, especially the resentment towards his scumbag first love boyfriend, and Hu Mowen's resentment that he had deceived his emotions and made his body become a thing that could be traded for the first time.

And the cry of true feelings and the pretentious cry, Yang Xiaotian can still distinguish it.

At the beginning, Yang Xiaotian could still be indifferent. But when Song Mengyang had already revealed all his emotions when he was crying, Yang Xiaotian's hands trembled a few times, and finally chose to hug Song Mengyang's back.

After a few gentle pats, Yang Xiaotian then spoke comfortingly.

"Okay, don't cry. My clothes are very expensive, and if you stick your snot on it, you'll have to pay me for it then. ”

After hearing Yang Xiaotian say this, Song Mengyang immediately raised his head from Yang Xiaotian's arms. After seeing the expression on Yang Xiaotian's face, she naturally knew that what Yang Xiaotian said just now was actually just teasing her.

Coquettishly gave Yang Xiaotian a roll of his eyes, and then Song Mengyang wiped the tears on his face.

"I'm sorry Brother Xiaotian, I soiled your clothes. I'll wash you later......"

"No, I'll change my body later, just throw this in the washing machine. Yang Xiaotian hurriedly waved his hand.

Song Mengyang didn't insist, she didn't know what Yi Jiaxin and Luo Shanshan were doing, and she wouldn't ask. After all, this is a family matter that belongs to Yang Xiaotian.

If you really ask about it, this intention is too obvious.

And it's like before, that time I was crying. But after Yang Xiaotian saw it, not only did there be no sympathy on his face, but he was even a little disgusted.

But now when he cried this time, in the end, Song Mengyang had actually completely lost control of his emotions. She was really venting, crying out all the things she had experienced in the past few years, which made her save a lot of money, but made her feel a little disgusting with life.

The image of the previous cry, and the image of the next cry, are obviously more delicate when they cried for the first time. But there is a big difference between Yang Xiaotian's attitude towards the first cry and his attitude towards the second cry.

Song Mengyang, as a courtesan, quickly guessed, I'm afraid this is because Yang Xiaotian is very disgusted with that kind of pretentious thing. And no matter how hysterical or ugly it is, he can accept the behavior of revealing his true feelings.

After Song Mengyang figured this out, he had a very clear path on how to deal with himself when he got along with Yang Xiaotian in the future.

After the meal was ready, the two simply ate something, and then chatted a few words, and Yang Xiaotian expressed his intention to send off the guests.

This time, Song Mengyang didn't pretend to be anything delicate. Now that you know how to get along with Yang Xiaotian, the kind of hypocrisy when you intersect with others can naturally be put away.

After saying goodbye simply, Song Mengyang never left. There is no attachment, there is no stripping,

"Alas......" After this night, Yang Xiaotian's attitude and impression of Song Mengyang have changed a lot. Although it can't reach the level of a good friend, it is at least the level of an ordinary friend.

Yang Xiaotian took out the little corn that was still sleeping and shook it a few times.

It was already time for dinner, but because the room where the little corn slept was the farthest away from the kitchen, the smell was already relatively light when it reached there.

The little corn didn't smell the smell of rice, so naturally it wouldn't wake up from its deep sleep.

If Xiaomai doesn't wake up, Yang Xiaotian naturally won't wake her up. But he had another way, and that was to take the little corn out of the room and into the living room.

And on the table here, several plates of small corn's favorite dishes exude an attractive aroma.

Little Corn shrugged her nose, then quickly reached out and rubbed her eyes twice. I opened my sleepy eyes and looked around in confusion.

After seeing the person holding him clearly, Xiao Ma immediately smiled sweetly.

"Daddy!"

"Hey!" No matter how long it has been, even if he has heard it many times now, when he heard Xiao Ma shouting at himself like this, Yang Xiaotian still couldn't control his grinning mouth that he wanted to open to both sides.

That's the joy of being a parent, right?

When you see your own children and coquettish yourself, the helplessness in your heart mixed with rich sweetness is the happiest burden in this world.

But then, Yang Xiaotian was a little crying and laughing.

"Rice!" Little Corn pointed to the food on the table, her little hands waving constantly.

"Alas...... I knew that in your little girl's heart, food must be more important than Dad......" Yang Xiaotian shook his head with a wry smile, and then went to the room with Xiaomai in his arms.

Wash your hands before and after eating, this is Yi Jiaxin's strict requirement for small corn. And Yang Xiaotian also agrees with this rule.

At this time, even though she was already drooling from hunger, when Yang Xiaotian was holding her to wash her hands, Xiaomai was still very well-behaved and let Yang Xiaotian wash her hands.

"Rice, rice!" said after washing her hands, Little Corn hurriedly pointed to the food.

"Okay, I'll feed you now, my little princess ......" Yang Xiaotian rubbed his chopsticks on Xiao Mao's nose dotingly, and then grabbed a chopstick dish and put it in Xiao Mao's own bowl.

Just when Yang Xiaotian was crushing the vegetables and preparing to feed the little corn, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, are you the boss of the cunning rabbit?"