Li Dahua returned to his room and saw Song Rongchang writing with the pen Song Baoxuan gave him, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Song Rongchang finished writing a Xuan character, looked up at Li Dahua who walked in and said.

"Come and see how I write? The fountain pen my daughter gave me is so useful. ”

Li Dahua glanced at the three "Song Baoxuan" written by Song Rongchang and said with a smile.

"Well written, Xiaobao's name looks good."

"That is, can our daughter's name be bad? Tonight I want to write for a few hours before going to bed, and I try to be as quiet as possible so that I don't make you sleep. ”

"It's okay, you can write it casually, it's okay if it's louder."

Song Rongchang stared at Li Dahua's face, wanting to see what was wrong with her, usually if she made a noise to Li Dahua at night, she would scold.

However, Li Dahua's smile didn't seem to be anything wrong.

Song Rongchang asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Forget it, it's okay to write it tomorrow, I'll go to bed later, and make sure I don't make any noise with you."

Li Dahua said.

"Write what you want, don't be too late, lest tomorrow be like a wilting turnip."

"By the way, I'm going to sleep with Xiaobao tonight, we haven't slept together for a long time."

Song Rongchang finally knew why Li Dahua let him write casually, and it turned out that he couldn't quarrel with her at all.

"Okay, okay, it's just right that you don't sleep in the house, so I don't have to worry about making you sleep."

Song Rongchang showed off the fountain pen that Song Baoxuan gave him in front of Li Dahua, and Li Dahua naturally couldn't lag behind, she whispered and took out the jade pendant from her neck and said.

"The jade sent by Xiaobao is different, it is a lot looser when I wear it, and the whole person seems to be twenty years younger, and I feel that it is quite cool, and it is not hot when I wear it."

Song Rongchang: "..."I believe you are a ghost."

"Where are you twenty years younger? It's not full of wrinkles yet. ”

"You know a fart, I'm too lazy to tell you, I'm going to sleep with Xiaobao, how to toss in the house tonight."

After saying that, Li Dahua walked out, Song Rongchang looked at the pen in his hand, and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

When his daughter grew up, he rarely got close to his daughter, and he used to be able to hug and hold his daughter.

I can't do it now, my daughter has become a big girl, and I have to avoid suspicion as a father, and I can't get close to my daughter.

He was a little envious of Li Dahua in his heart, Li Dahua, who is a mother, can not avoid suspicion, if you want to hug your daughter, you can hug your daughter, and it is no problem to get close to your daughter casually.

If you... Phew, he's a big man, so he doesn't want to be a woman!

Song Rongchang can be close to his sons, but his two sons don't look good, and they usually sweat.

Thinking of holding Song Dali or Song Zhi, Song Rongchang felt that his goosebumps were rising, it was too cold!

Forget it, he would rather write with a pen given by his daughter, and it's useless to have two sons!

Song Dali and Song Zhi didn't know that they were disgusted by their father again, anyway, they didn't feel their father's love since they were children, only scolded and beaten.

However, Song Rongchang didn't beat and scolded them for no reason, only when they did something wrong.

At that time, Song Rongchang's thought was that filial piety came out under the stick!

But now it's different, he looks down on the fathers and mothers of those children who beat and scold casually.

Ahem, he looks down on his former self.

When Li Dahua came to Song Baoxuan's house, Song Baoxuan had already finished taking a bath, and although it was a little late, she still washed her hair.

Li Dahua frowned when she saw Song Baoxuan's wet hair, and she took a dry towel on the side to wipe Song Baoxuan's hair.

Song Baoxuan said to Li Dahua.

"Mother, I'll just wipe it myself."

"Xiaobao sit, my mother will help you wipe it. Xiaobao's hair is so good, black and shiny. ”

"This must be with my mother."

"Mother is old now, her hair is gray, and our little treasure has grown up."

"My mother is not old at all, a few white hairs are nothing, I saw that my second brother also has white hair."

Song Zhi: "Thank you, I'm offended."

"Okay, my mother is still young, and I can always accompany Xiaobao."

Li Dahua was full of smiles, she didn't want to grow old so fast, she still had to accompany her Xiaobao!

When her Xiaobao finds someone she can rely on, she will be relieved, otherwise how dare she grow old!