"Dad...... Dad, hey, let's go, go away, don't look at ......."

Mu Qian shouted to no avail, so he could only put his mobile phone next to his ear, "Hey, Mom, you still haven't slept so late?"

Dad Zhen instantly shook his head, turned around from the demeanor of waving his hand just now, and hurriedly caught up with Mu Qian. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your mother, come, let Dad say a few words. ”

Mu Qian spread his hands, and the phone screen was just a picture of the lock screen, and Zhen's father breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and knocked on Mu Qian's head.

The force used was not heavy, and Mu Qian could only shake the cold powder speechlessly.

"Dad, pay attention to your current identity, a married man. ”

Mu Qian yawned, "Sleep, sleep, go to bed early." ”

Dad Zhen hugged Liangpi and began to sigh in various ways, and Mu Qian could only begin to silently endure the middle-aged man's babbling.

The content of the babble is:

"It's like a fairy who came out of a painting......"

"Ah, why is there such a big difference in the daughters of such an elegant woman? ”

"And it's very reasonable, how can you stop children from falling in love?"

Mu Qian sounded a little incredible.

Just the human mother?

is arrogant, cold, and does not eat the fireworks of the world, which is certain, because the other party herself does not feel that she is an ordinary person......

In the heart of every such woman, there lives a willful little fairy.

But fortunately, because of Song's mother's ego, it also led to Song Shijing's weak character of being a little obedient in her bones, which made Mu Qian also feel a little good.

After entering the house, Mu Qian couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what did you talk about?"

Dad Zhen picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, with a faint smile on his face and a slight flush on his face.

"Ah, what an elegant woman. ”

Mu Qian suddenly looked disgusted, his cheap father was really ...... I haven't seen the world.

Zhen's father was floating, floating around the room, as if dancing with the air, and his steps were very light.

Zhen's father: "One dada, two dada, three dada......"

Mu Qian: "Four masters. ”

"Hey, how did you talk to your dad and me, it's a bit rude. Dad Zhen sat on the sofa with the cold powder and looked at Mu Qian, "I just told her a little reason, she is not as unreasonable as you think, she just makes sense as soon as she says it." ”

Makes sense?

There was something wrong with the two of them.

Mu Qian stood in front of the TV very seriously, and looked at Zhen's father faintly, "Dad, do you want to live up to Mom?"

"How is that possible!" Dad Zhen raised his left hand very seriously and raised his index and middle fingers, "I can swear!"

Mu Qian reminded in a friendly way: "Swearing is three fingers." ”

"Ahem, I can swear to you, I am absolutely loyal to your mother, and God is pitiful!" Zhen's father said eloquently, "That is, how can people have a confidant, not the kind of confidant, but a kind of confidant who can talk freely with each other, that feeling...... Gee. ”

Sure enough, the poisoning has been deep......

Lord Demon King frowned secretly, and was thinking about whether he should have a few more small blue pills.

Well......

A few boxes.

On the other side, in the car, Song's mother leaned against the window and pretended to sleep, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Although he is not a demon slayer, although he has no ability beyond common sense, although he is just a mediocre life of ordinary people......"

Xiao Song didn't dare to speak while holding the cold powder, and cast a worried look at the aunt who was the guard.

The aunt who served as the guard was also worried, because she had just come to pick up Song's mother, but she didn't know what Song's mother had experienced at this stage.

Mother Song's face was slightly red, and the elegant nightdress on her body seemed to be wafting with the breath of spring.

"But, he is so wise, full of wisdom in life. In the simple words, it penetrates the true meaning of the world. ”

Song Shijing: ......

Female Guard: ......

Drivers have the urge to hit the steering wheel with their heads...... I knew that Minister Song, who was as beautiful as a fairy, could have a good impression of men so easily, why didn't I talk to her about my ideals earlier?!

"Mom...... Mom?"

"Huh?" Mother Song looked at Song Shijing, Song Shijing weakly hugged the cold powder and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"You, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I'm fine now," Song's mother smiled softly, raising her hand and touching Song Shijing's head.

Why does Xiao Song feel a little creepy? This one in front of him is his own mother, his own mother!

"I think," said Song's mother, "that the son taught by such a man, even if he is a mythical powerhouse, is certainly not a superficial person." But as he said, "He, of course, is referring to Zhen's father."

Song Shijing bit her lip: "What you said...... What kind of ......"

"You are still young, you don't have enough knowledge of this society, and it is difficult to restrain your feelings for each other. Mother Song explained softly, "So I decided with your Uncle Zhen to let you get along for the time being, but there can't be anything beyond morality." ”

Huh?

Song Shijing's face was uncertain, so she didn't hear the joy of being able to officially associate with Mu Qian at all.

"Mom, may I ask a question?"

"What's wrong?"

"Am I going to have a ...... After-dad?"

There was a sudden wave of power in the commercial vehicle, and the vehicle was uncontrollably in various serpentine shapes on the road, but fortunately it quickly stabilized and did not hit other vehicles.

"What nonsense!" Song Ma covered her face and reprimanded, "We are confidants, do confidants understand?"

Song Shijing wanted to cry without tears, and she really wanted to have the rhythm of her stepfather...... Or will it affect the rhythm of other people's happy families...... Maybe it will be at the cost of burying the rhythm of my daughter's happiness......

And it's obviously his biological mother......

Why do you cover your face and look shy, there is no sense of disobedience! Even cuter than yourself!

Ding!

There was a text message prompt on her mobile phone, Song Shijing opened it, took a breath, and made a secret decision in her heart to resume a 'hmm!' past.

SMS from Mu Qian:

In the future, you will be completely forbidden to see your mother and my father, and all correspondence.

Song Shijing instantly reached a united front with Mu Qian, and had a preliminary revolutionary comradeship.

……

On Sunday, Zhen's father worked overtime, and Song's mother also returned to Kunwu Mountain in a hurry.

It may seem like a farce, but the impact is far-reaching.

For example, on Sunday afternoon, Song Shijing sat in a car, escorted by Uncle Wang and Aunt Hao, into the teaching building of Color High School.

She was going to take an entrance exam that was specially prepared for her.

Rules are rules.

Song Shijing had previously rejected the privilege of the Wen family to give her direct admission, saying that she would rely on herself and her strength, and she was not afraid of high school exam questions.

When the test papers were handed out, the three teachers who were invigilating stood on the podium and turned to face the blackboard, as if they were thinking about it.

Song Shijing is free and very confident.

She looked at the various exam questions that came to her, raised the pen in her hand, and landed in the blank space of the test paper......

One second, two seconds......

One point, two points......

One hour, two hours......

Song Shijing threw down the ballpoint pen in her hand, "Help me call the Wen family who contacted me in the morning." ”

She gave in.