When Zhao Huaiming changed his shoes, the aunt at home quietly came over.

"Mr. Zhao, after Mrs. came back today, the whole person is weird, did you quarrel?"

Zhao Huaiming, who handed the briefcase to his aunt, loosened his tie.

"Nope."

Auntie's face immediately changed when she heard this.

"That lady wasn't this Yazi before, she suddenly changed so much today...... Huo, it can't be pregnant, right? ”

Zhao Huaiming walked towards the sofa and paused.

Pregnant?

He hoped to be pregnant.

But when it comes to pregnancy, they haven't put it on the agenda yet.

"Don't think about it, there's nothing."

Auntie has much higher EQ than Song Yi, she has long seen that Zhao Huaiming wants a child, so she thinks so.

Hearing Zhao Huaiming's denial, she also felt a little regretful.

She has been doing things in the Zhao family for a long time, and it can be said that she has watched Zhao Huaiming grow up.

She also likes Song Yi, so she naturally hopes that the two of them can have a lovely child.

What's more, these two people are dragons and phoenixes among people, how cute are the children born?

Song Yi, who was endorsing in pain, didn't notice Zhao Huaiming sitting down at her feet.

Seeing what Song Yi was holding in his hand, Zhao Huaiming didn't know how to speak for a while.

What's going on with my wife suddenly starting to memorize junior high school history books?

Was she hinting that I was too old?

Zhao Huaiming grabbed Song Yi's ankles and rested her two feet on his legs.

Feeling that his ankle was caught by others, Song Yi was startled.

"Looking for you back?"

"Well," Zhao Huaiming rubbed Song Yi's ankle and asked casually, "Why did you suddenly start reading the history books in junior high school?" ”

"It's not looking, it's backing. Brother Bai suggested that I go to participate in the competition of that major university, tomorrow is the internal selection of our school, Teacher Xue said, the content of the competition has a history or something, this is my shortcoming, so I am making up for it. ”

"So you started endorsing?"

"yes, or not?"

"Hard back?"

"yes......"

It was the first time for Song Yi to see his clear contempt for himself in Zhao's father's eyes.

"I can't help it, I haven't studied domestic history classes, and I haven't been exposed to it before, so what else can I do except memorize it?"

Zhao Huaiming is well aware of this.

He leaned casually back on the couch.

"I've got a way for you not to have to carry it hard."

Song Yi, whose back and head hurt, sat up when he heard the words and knelt beside his lap.

"What's the solution?"

Zhao Huaiming raised his chin.

"Song Xiaoyi, I am a businessman, and I never do business without profit."

"Look, what is our relationship? Just help me, my back hurts. ”

Zhao Huaiming naturally said this because he knew that Song Yibei had a headache.

"Help you, kiss me."

Song Yi's eyes when he looked at Zhao Huaiming changed from excitement and expectation at the beginning to vicissitudes.

"Isn't it just a kiss, as for looking for it?"

"We don't kiss less on weekdays, right, why are you just not close enough?"

Zhao Huaiming smiled when he heard this, and hugged the person into his arms.

"In the face of you, it is never enough to kiss."

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and then his whole face turned red instantly.

"Kiss me and I'll help you."

Father Zhao's voice was low and good, and he was very close to Song Yi.

Song Yi never understood what a subwoofer was, but in the face of Zhao Huaiming, even if she didn't know, she was always silently teased by this person.

"Let's do it."