"Sister Zhou, I'll go upstairs to work first. ”

"Go ahead, come to my house for dinner in the evening. Sister Zhou picked up her daughter and patted the dust on her body and said.

"Okay, goodbye, Xiaoyan. ”

"Goodbye, uncle. Xiao Yan stretched out his fleshy little arm and shook it.

"Call brother. ”

"Goodbye, brother and uncle. ”

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, whatever you want. Song Jingxing shrugged helplessly.

"Hee-hee. Xiao Yan showed a happy smile.

Song Jingxing waved his hand, and then went upstairs.

The reason why he didn't be polite to Zhou Lanxin was mainly because the two were too familiar.

If Zhou Lanxin hadn't moved out back then, maybe she might be his daughter-in-law now.

Xiao Yan is really his daughter.

Song Jingxing's first kiss was also given to Zhou Lanxin, and at the time of parting......

But that's what life is, not so much.

Go back to the small room where you work.

Look at the various figurines on both walls.

It's all Song Jingxing's silicone wife.

I couldn't help but sigh.

How many fresh wives can this be exchanged.

Of course, this is just Song Jingxing's thoughts.

If you really change it to fresh, the iron kidney can't bear it.

And according to his knowledge of the system, every time you exchange, you need to force the exchange point.

But how the exchange point came about, the system didn't say.

The rules for the deduction of exchange points, the system did not say.

Even its own rules, the system doesn't say.

It's a total scum system.

Very foolish, all on their own.

Although this exchange system seems to be quite awesome, after the first free chance is used up, there is quite no exchange point in the absence of it.

He's going to have just the right meal.

Therefore, it is the right way to work and deliver manuscripts and get paid.

Song Jingxing in the previous life was art, and Song Jingxing in this life also studied art since he was a child, so he painted without jerkiness.

On the contrary, because of his young body, coupled with his experience, he feels more handy.

However, Song Jingxing also decided not to do this order after completing it.

There are still differences between this world and the last one.

There are some things that last world and this world does not.

There are things in this world, but not in the last world.

And he took advantage of this asymmetry to make a lot of money.

For example, he can draw a comic book that is completely his own, as long as he draws it well, he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

There is no need to plagiarize, after years of online edification in the last world, I have written it, although it is a street, but I am familiar with all kinds of routines.

So it's completely possible to create an original comic.

He even came up with the idea of drawing a caricature of dad and daughter interacting with love.

And the image of the little girl is based on Xiao Yan.

The plan passed.

It was just perfect.

Song Jingxing thought about it, and he was happy.

Just then, there was a thumping kick outside the door.

"Uncle open the door, open the door quickly, Mom is calling you for dinner. Xiao Yan shouted outside the door.

Song Jingxing opened the door, and Xiao Yan was really standing at the door.

But his eyes looked in the direction of the staircase, waving his little arms.

"Who?" Song Jingxing looked over with some curiosity.

Because it is an old house, the direction of the staircase is a little dim, but you can still see clearly, it is empty, there is nothing.

"Little sister. Xiao Yan looked back and said with a grin.

Song Jingxing thought that the person had already gone downstairs when he heard this, but he didn't care.

"Sister Zhou. ”

Song Jingxing hugged Xiao Yan and walked directly to the opposite door, and arrived at Zhou Lanxin's house.

"Come on, wash your hands and eat, I burned your favorite braised pork, I don't know if it's right or not. Sister Zhou wore an apron, looking like a good wife and mother.

"You have to like it, as long as Sister Zhou burns it, I like it. ”

"I like it too, I want to eat meat. ”

Xiao Yan, who was put down by Song Jingxing, climbed directly to the seat and sat down, waiting for the meal to start.

"You, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your mouth has learned to coax people, in college, did you deceive a lot of girls?"

While Zhou Lanxin handed the prepared rice to Song Jingxing, she looked at him with a smile on her face and a pair of beautiful eyes.

"I wanted to deceive one, but I couldn't deceive him when I graduated. ”

Song Jingxing took the rice bowl and started directly at the braised pork on the table.

He really likes the braised pork made by Zhou Lanxin too much, fat but not greasy, sweet but not sluggish, it is his favorite.

With this plate of braised pork, he feels that he likes to be a father and can accept it.

But a small fork next to him was faster than him, and with one fork he crossed his target.

This evil girl.

"Hee-hee, my, ahh~"

Just snatch it, and provoke it.

It's a pity that the meat is a bit big, and the mouth is too small, so you can only bite down half.

The remaining half was taken away by Song Jingxing's chopsticks.

"That's mine. Xiao Yan grabbed the fork, his eyes widened.

If you don't give it back to me, I'll give you a fork of momentum.

"Oh, yes? It's your meat?"

Xiao Yan nodded her little head and looked at him expectantly, expecting to return it to her.

"Isn't this pork? Why is it yours? Oh, I see, you're a little piggy. Song Jingxing showed a look of sudden realization.

"I'm not a piggy, you're so. Xiao Yan said angrily.

......

Seeing the two of them making noise, Zhou Lanxin didn't stop it, just watched with a smile.

After eating, Song Jingxing politely asked to help wash the dishes, but was stopped by Zhou Lanxin and asked him to watch TV with Xiao Yan in the living room.

Xiao Yan naturally sat on Song Jingxing's lap and curled up in his arms.

At this time, Xiao Yan looked extremely well-behaved.

Song Jingxing touched her little head with some pity.

Why Zhou Lanxin divorced her ex-husband, she didn't say, and Song Jingxing never asked.

However, what she told her daughter was dead, but Song Jingxing didn't believe it.

Xiao Yan looked at the highlights of the cartoon and giggled from time to time.

Suddenly, he noticed that Xiao Yan's gaze left the TV and looked in the direction of the side room.

"What's wrong?"

"Little sister. Xiao Yan said.

Song Jingxing followed her gaze to the door of the room, but saw nothing.

Then I saw a rag doll with a red hat on the bed, and I suddenly showed a look.

"You sit down, Uncle will bring it for you. As he spoke, he picked her up and put her aside.

Then he walked into the room and picked up the rag doll, only to find a set of lace underwear next to it.

The thought of this is worn in ......

I felt a little hot in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Sister Zhou asked suspiciously, standing at the door.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'll help Xiao Yan get the rag doll. Song Jingxing shook the rag doll in his hand a little embarrassed.

Then I hurried outside, passing by the narrow door frame and staggering, but I felt as if I had rubbed something.

"Tsk, little rascal. Sister Zhou's cheeks were slightly red.

Then he walked into the room and put away his underwear.

After Song Jingxing gave the rag doll to Xiao Yan, he said loudly to Zhou Lanxin, who had not yet come out of the room: "Sister Zhou, I'll go back first." ”

Then without waiting for Zhou Lanxin to come out, she said goodbye to Xiao Yan and hurriedly ran away.

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