Walking out of the mall, the heartache-stricken Xia Liu saw Song Hui holding him, and from time to time showed a charming smile to the people around him, and asked unhappily: "Do you see a man smiling at them?" ”

Song Hui: "Of course not, you haven't heard a word, smiling at passers-by is purely polite." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What about me?" Hearing Xia Liu's inquiry, Song Hui said, "I want to dedicate all my best beauty to you." ”

Xia Liu, who heard the words, didn't dare to pick up the stubble, and thought for a while and said, "Let's go back!" ”

Song Hui coquettishly pulled Xia Liu and said with a smile: "I haven't shopped enough!" Let's take a stroll around! ”

Coming to the place where Song Hui's parents lived with apprehension, Xia Liu became even more nervous when he saw that it was a villa area. Even wearing the clothes made by the master could not calm his uneasy heart.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a man in his early fifties sitting on the sofa watching TV. After Song Hui called her father affectionately, she went to the kitchen to make a move and left Xia Liu in the hall.

"Hello uncle, my name is Xia Liu." After Xia Liu, who was nervous, finished introducing himself, he saw that Father Song didn't speak, so he had to call twice more.

Looking back, Song Qishan smiled and said, "Xiao Xia! Sit down, sit down, Linglong, look who's coming. ”

Zhao Linglong, who came out in response, looked at Xia Liu, who was sitting on the sofa, poured him a cup of tea cordially, and asked for warmth.

Leaving Song Hui in the kitchen behind, knowing that there was a dissatisfaction in the kitchen, he was about to go over. I heard Xia Liu say: "Auntie, she can't cook, I'll help her!" ”

Seeing Xia Liu enter the kitchen, Zhao Linglong cried silently, which made Song Qishan beside him unhappy: "Cry, cry, cry, you know crying, Qing'er has already said it?" What else are you crying about? ”

"I'm willing, do you care?" Listening to his wife's dissatisfaction, Song Qishan had no choice but to say: "Don't let the child see it, go and take out the good wine at home, I want to drink a few more glasses tonight." ”

In a short time, a table of home-cooked food was also arranged. Looking at the enthusiastic Song father and Song mother, Xia Liu was a little at a loss. After all, although the poet father is kind to himself, Xia Liu knows that it is just other people's hospitality, but this place is different.

"Dad, you drink less." Looking at Moutai on the table, Song Hui, who knew that her father was happy, did not persuade her, so she had to remind a few words, but looking at her father's expression, she knew that she had said it in vain.

After drinking, Xia Liu and Father Song blew up all over the world, and then thought of something, and hurriedly took out the clothes he bought for him and said with a smile: "I heard that you don't like expensive ones, and I don't like them either." This dress is for the nostalgia of my father, so I want to give him to you, I hope you like it. ”

Seeing that Song's father happily took over the clothes, Xia Liu took out the clothes he bought for Song's mother. After looking at the time, he gave Song Hui a look, and saw that she didn't react. I had no choice but to speak: "Uncle and aunt, it's not too late today, I'll go back first." Come back that day. ”

"This kid, tomorrow Auntie will cook for you. What do you want to eat and talk to your aunt about ....... ”

Seeing Mother Song pulling her enthusiastically, Xia Liu had no choice but to say a few dishes she liked and left here as if she were running away.

"You did it on purpose."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I've given you a look, why don't you ignore it?"

"Then let me do it on purpose!"

Back in the community, Song Hui snuggled into Xia Liu's arms and said, "Do you really plan to go for three years?" Don't you want your son to see you for the first time? Don't you want to hear your son babble and call you daddy? You don't want to see your son grow ......up. ”

"You deliberately ......." Listening to Xia Liu's unsteady heartbeat, Song Hui laughed silently. For men, the family card can definitely kill all their thoughts in seconds, especially for people like Xia Liu.

"I lied to you, I'm not married. I haven't slept with any other man except you. Hearing Song Hui's voice, Xia Liu's heart beat faster, and he had a feeling that he seemed to be pulled into her world step by step by this woman, and he was deeply trapped in her quagmire step by step, which he didn't like very much.

"Hey! It's all the fault of lust! Why are you so pretty? I don't have anything to do with being so impulsive. People say it's borrowed sperm, but what about me? She said she was married, and I believed it, but it turned out to be fake. ”