Song Xingran likes roses.

Therefore, most of the flower beds in the small garden are planted with roses.

Lu Qingchen asked people to set up a swing in the garden again, and Song Xingran liked to come here when he was fine.

Qin Xiaoqi sent another message.

[Have you explained to your Mr. Lu? ] Tomorrow go singing. 】

[Tomorrow you are the protagonist, can you not miss the appointment]

[Will Lu Qingchen not let you play with us? ] 】

Song Xingran looked at the message sent by Qin Xiaoqi and pursed his mouth, what's the matter with Qin Xiaoqi?

Do you look down on her so much?

Song Xingran immediately sent her a message back.

[Ming'er will definitely arrive on time, Lu Qingchen, hum, it'll be done in minutes]

After replying to Qin Xiaoqi's news, Song Xingran sat on the swing, but he was actually a little empty in his heart.

Lu Qingchen said that she was not allowed to go to the bar, KTV, or something.

Surely it will not be so easy to agree.

Song Xingran leaned his head on the armrest of the swing, pondering how to tell Lu Qingchen.

It's April, when the weather is at its mildest, with occasional gentle breezes blowing in the evening and the scent of flowers in the garden.

Make people ...... Drowsy.

When Lu Qingchen came back, he didn't see Song Xingran in the hall.

In the past, the little ones would watch TV dramas in the hall and eat snacks at the same time.

Lazy nestled on the couch, like a well-behaved pet.

Not here today?

"What about people?"

He took off his blazer, his voice cold and deep.

Aunt Fang lowered her head and said, "Miss Song is in the small garden, ouch, it's been a long time, won't you fall asleep again?" ”

Only then did she remember that Miss Song had fallen asleep in the garden a few times before.

Lu Qingchen pursed his thin lips, did not speak, turned around, and walked towards the small garden.

When he came to the small garden, Lu Qingchen saw the little girl sitting on the swing at a glance.

His eyes were lightly closed, his hands were holding the armrest of the swing, his head resting on it, and he was dozing.

In April, the roses are in bloom.

The light shone on the flower garden behind her, and the roses looked delicate.

Lu Qingchen approached and looked down at the little girl's delicate and delicate face.

The complexion is as white as jade, white and flawless, the facial features are delicate and small, and the lips are ruddy, as if they are shining with water.

At this moment, Lu Qingchen suddenly had a sentence in his mind.

People are more delicate than flowers.

His dyeing is indeed more delicate than all the flowers.

His heart moved, and he reached out and picked her up from the swing, and lowered his eyes to see the message on her phone.

It was sent by Qin Xiaoqi.

[Your Lu Qingchen shouldn't be so easy to handle, right? ] Didn't you say he was cold and fierce? 】

Seeing this news, Lu Qingchen's brows frowned.

Look down at the little one in your arms.

Cold and fierce?

When did he murder her?

It's really unconscionable.

Song Xingran felt Lu Qingchen's breath, moved in his arms, and slowly opened his eyes: "Are you back?" ”

With a sleepy voice, lazy and glutinous.

Lu Qingchen kissed her lips and responded in a deep voice: "Hmm." ”

Song Xingran hugged his neck, obediently leaned his head on his chest, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Lu Qingchen originally wanted to wake her up, but looking at her obedient appearance, he still didn't give up in the end.

When Song Xingran woke up the next morning, it was already 10 o'clock.

Lu Qingchen has long been lost at home.

Why did she fall asleep last night with a pig's brain?

Song Xingran put on his slippers and hurriedly went downstairs.

"Aunt Fang, where is Lu Qingchen?"