Holding an umbrella, he came to the café, Song Yuqing was sitting in his position and looking at his phone silently, Xia Liu walked over, crossed Erlang's legs, and squinted at her. Although www.biquge.info has already given birth to a child, her beauty has become more touching and her temperament has become more charming.

"Her beauty is really no second person in the world. But it's none of my business. She used to love her brother, but now, she loves other men. But I'm still not happy!"

came back to her senses, glanced at her who had already raised her head, took the coffee on the table and drank it wildly, and said while wiping her water-stained fingers: "Say it!"

"I don't agree with Wen'er being with you, you can't teach him anything. He can't learn much from you. ”

Xia Liu didn't raise his head, stared at the cup, and said: "In addition to teaching him etiquette, I don't think you taught anything." A few months ago, when he encountered something, all he thought about was to escape, and some were just at a loss. After a few months, he learned to do it himself, he learned to take care of others, he learned to be grateful, and he learned to be strong. What he learned in these three months may not be something you can teach in ten years. Song Yuqing, you are too weak. You have passed on your character to your son, do you want him to be a sissy in the future? Like you, pose an orchid finger, throw a roll of the eyes at strangers, or be charming in all kinds of amorous ways? You should be married, my son, should be mine. I have nothing now, and I won't let you take him. ”

Song Yuqing's chest shook angrily, stood up, and said, "I don't want my son to follow his father's example, mess with flowers, and be a scum of society." ”

"Let me tell you clearly, my private life is very disciplined, unlike you, who always revolve around men. ”

Song Yuqing sat down angrily and said, "I'm not arguing with you." Give me Wen'er, and from now on, we don't owe each other. ”

Xia Liu drank coffee by himself, put down Erlang's legs, and refused: "Impossible, I'll go find a school for him later, as for you, I won't refuse, and I can't refuse, a mother who loves her children." But, you'd better not have other thoughts. ”

Although she knew the result, Song Yuqing was still dissatisfied: "Chatting with you is a waste of expression, you are as selfish as before." I'll go find my son, okay!"

There was a hitchhiker, Xia Liu didn't refuse, sitting in the front row, watching the rain drifting, wipers, and the vision began to blur. I ordered a song, and it was "Ten Years". Close your eyes, and the memories of bursting the embankment flood into your heart. The first time, listening to this song, he burst into tears. Because, a lot has really happened and changed a lot in ten years.

"Rose, how did you end up here. ”

On the car window, the white rose that appeared at the door of Wen Cuixia's house, Xia Liu ignored Song Yuqing's eyes, and hid under the eaves with the white rose, with an unbelievable look.

Liu Piaoxu smiled: "Stupid, I forgot to tell you that I am now the manager of Qingliu Group." ”

After glancing around the room, he smiled and said, "Congratulations, congratulations." What are you doing here? ”

Liu Piaoxu glanced at Xia Liu, who was aware of it, and said, "Of course you are coming to President Duanmu's house for a banquet, together?"

"Forget it, I'm going to find a school for Wen'er today, come to me when I have time, let's go. ”

In the rain, a figure remained in the eyes of Liu Piaofu. At this time, Duanmu Rong walked out, apologized, and said, "My brother is cooking, I'm stupid, let the old classmate wait for a long time, come in and ......." ”

On the table, breakfast hadn't been touched yet, Xia Liu walked into the room and gently hit Song Wen, who was reading comics in the quilt, and Song Wen, who was touching his buttocks, hurriedly jumped out of bed and said, "Don't fight, I'll get up right away, get up right away." Mom, you're here, haven't you eaten, Wen'er is going to cook for you. ”

With that, Song Wen put on his clothes, washed his hands, and walked to the kitchen, but he was short, so he had to say to his father in frustration: "Dad, come on!"

Seeing Song Wen washing the vegetables in a light car, his professional appearance made Song Yuqing embarrassed. He was not tired or dirty, but discussed tonight's dinner with Xia Liu with great interest.

Of course, what Song Yuqing didn't know was that this was the way that Song Wen thought of in order to prevent his father from drinking. With this idea, Xia Liu rarely gets drunk a week, doesn't let him drink at night, and has to be busy outside during the day, and has to go home to cook.

After washing the dishes, Song Wen walked out of the kitchen and sat next to his mother. Song Yuqing, who couldn't help it, asked in a low voice: "Son, do you work like this at home?"

"Yes, in the summer, I went to see the rape flowers, and then I went to the river to catch fish, and in the spring, it was the harvest season, so it was busy. Dad also made skateboards for me and waited for the winter to slide around in the snow...... ”

"I also have a lot of rabbit ....... My harpoon, my chair, my hat, my toys, my dad got them for me, but they were all at home. ”

"Does your dad beat you a lot?"

Song Wen lowered his head embarrassedly and said, "Wen'er is more naughty, so she is easy to beat." ”

Song Yuqing's tone was dissatisfied, she dressed her son in a lace shirt and shorts, sorted out the crumpled lines, and muttered: "I can't beat you if I'm naughty!"

"But isn't there a punishment for making mistakes, but Dad is okay, except for kicking me a few times when I'm in a bad mood, the rest of the work is done. ”

After a moment of chattering, the table was full of food. When he was a child, Song Wen only ate half a bowl of rice at a meal, but now he can eat a bowl and a half. When he saw Song Wenle taking the wine, Song Yuqing's face turned green, and he scolded angrily: "Children, don't drink." ”

Song Wen looked at his father for help, and when he saw him spread his hands, he looked powerless, and put down the small wine glass stupidly, depressed, because it was old wine.

With Song Yuqing's signboard, Song Wen easily entered Jichuan No. 2 Primary School, which was close to home. Hearing that his mother took him to the playground, Song Wen ruthlessly left Xia Liu, who was staring dryly, happily took his mother's hand and left the house.