As soon as he walked out of the gate of the amusement park, a taxi stopped, and after Song Song waved his hand to indicate that he would not take the car, the driver drove away in frustration.

Fang Yahui went to the side to start the car first, and Fang Chenchu also followed by the way to put things, leaving only Song Song and Song Guangyang on the side of the road.

Song Guangyang looked at his daughter, only to see that Song Song was still staring at Fang Chenchu's direction, not knowing what strange expression he was making to it, but Song Guangyang's angle took in Fang Chenchu's extremely happy smile in his eyes.

He sighed, and once again felt the feeling that his daughter couldn't help but be a father when she was older.

Song Song heard the voice behind him, turned around, and thought that he had a very happy day of playing today, and his excitement turned again, and he made a move that was too complicated and incomprehensible for Song Guangyang's age.

The index finger and thumb are folded, and the eyes are blinked in front of the chest, followed by a silly big sister's smile.

“……”

Song Guangyang looked at his daughter helplessly, it was a little good at the meaning of this action, and after learning from her for a while, he nodded clearly, "What does this mean?" ”

Song Song adjusted the direction of Song Guangyang's thumb, and only let go of his hand after placing it correctly, and it was the same posture in his hand, "This is the heart, I like you and love you." ”

Like you love you......

Song Guangyang was still very happy about his daughter's straightforward meaning, and sure enough, it was right to say that his daughter was the little padded jacket of his parents, but he just warmed his heart for a while, and then he remembered that this was the first thing that was in the heart of the stinky boy in the early morning of the other party, and then he was him.

Could it be that Song Song took away his father from Fang Chenchu?

Song Guangyang was in a complicated mood and his face was ugly.

So when he was in the car, he didn't care that the door lock of the passenger seat had been pressed open, and he directly pushed his daughter open along the back seat opened by Fang Chenchu and then rushed in.

And Song Song stood stupidly outside the door, looking at his hand that was slapped away, and then at the two people in the car.

Alas, well.

It is necessary to explain the current situation in detail, and this is what it looks like.

Fang Chenchu sat upright, looking calm, but if you look closely at the tightness of his thighs, you can see that there are still some different degrees of nervousness, as for why you are nervous?

This is to ask Song Guangyang, who is sitting in the middle with the most leisurely expression.

Song Guangyang's shoulders are not too broad, and even Fang Chenchu, a young man who is still developing now, is a little thinner, but in order to widen the distance between the two, he has already exaggerated the ancient emperor's sitting posture.

This also caused him to be spacious, and the two people next to him were crowded straight against the door frame.

Song Song sat on the other side, watching how her father looked and how it was an eyesore, she and Fang Chenchu hadn't seen each other for so long, and they had only been playing for a day.

Moreover, this sitting posture is too pompous, right?

She scratched her head, and after enduring it again and again, she still couldn't look at it and leaned over, and whispered in Song Guangyang's ear, "Dad, your sitting posture is so ugly!" ”

“……”

Song Guangyang's first reaction when he heard this was to retract some of the opening arcs of his hands and feet, and when he reacted, he just wanted to put it back, when he heard two unconscious gasps of different sizes of relaxation in his ears at the same time.

Well, he doesn't care about these two, a biological daughter and a future son-in-law, what can he do?

The rear compartment returned to a spacious position, and the three people who had been playing all day relaxed, except for Fang Yahui, who was still in the driver's seat.

"It's really troublesome Aunt Fang, Auntie must be tired at the end of the day, right?"

Song Song felt that he was really a little witty, and he was laying a stable foundation for the future relationship between his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law all the time.

Fang Yahui was also warmed by these words, and smiled from ear to ear, not knowing what to say, that way the problem of engagement has now been solved.

"By the way, I took a lot of photos in one day today, Xiao Song, do you want to take a look, don't you young people like to share them on the Internet, you can also find some photos and send them to chat with friends."

As she spoke, Fang Yahui pointed to the camera placed aside, Fang Chenchu had a long hand, stretched out his hand and got it, then turned around and handed it to ...... Hand it to Song Guangyang.

Song Guangyang glanced at Fang Chenchu with satisfaction, and counted this kid as acquaintance.

When Song Song got his hands on it, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the particularly good-looking photos.

"Auntie's photography skills are so good, this photo of me by the flowers is so beautiful! I feel like I'm looking so much better! ”

As she spoke, she smirked narcissistically.

However, Fang Yahui was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and after thinking about it, "I didn't take a photo of you in the flowers, did I?" ”

"Huh? Then ...... this photo" Song Song suddenly realized, and looked at Fang Chenchu fiercely, but only saw Song Guangyang's big eyes, and what she was about to say suddenly suffocated back to her stomach.

"Dad, can you not sit so hard?"

Song Guangyang reluctantly retreated, leaning back on the chair, and now Song Song and Fang Chenchu were finally able to make eye contact.

"You took this picture for me?"

Song Guangyang looked at the two people around him coldly, and couldn't help but sigh.

Tut-tut, look at the tone of this speech has changed, sure enough, this bad old man is just a young man, it's really unforgiving, I think he was the same back then......

When Song Guangyang was reminiscing about his youth and handsomeness in outer space, the two of them had already crossed their eyes for three hundred rounds.

Especially Fang Chenchu, he felt very helpless, "I took so many photos for you, why did you find out now?" ”

Song Song felt innocent, "I didn't just find out now, I only remembered it now!" ”

“…… Is there any difference? ”

"Of course there is, one is to ignore you, and the other is to naturally take this as a habit, can the two mean the same?"

Fang Chenchu felt that he had been defeated, "Okay, okay, what you said is right!" ”

Song Song, who won another game, was very happy, and he didn't care who could take this photo, so he simply started to choose the photo to be sent later.

Hmm, these two photos with Fang Chenchu look good, it's the dead fat man's face that stinks, but it's okay, so let's choose.

The beauty in this flower bush must be chosen, the sun is just right, and the water behind you is still spraying the lawn is wonderful, plus ......

Song Song's hand stopped, she enlarged and enlarged the photo, and after fixing it in one place, the smile on her face became even brighter.

In this photo, it may be the place where the sunlight is refracted on the water droplets, and a small rainbow of seven colors appeared in surprise, which is also very lucky!

Song Song's fingers couldn't stop, and he chose a basket of beautiful photos and waited to send them home.

Thinking about it before, because of the sudden Xiaohong incident, she didn't dare to make a buckle for a long time, and now that such a long time has passed, no one should care about her, right?

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