Joan looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say.

Song Yichen: Is this going into the kitchen?

The rule of the Song family is that men don't go into the kitchen, does he want to break this example?

Even if a stranger asks her such a question, she will tell the other person.

Not to mention......

This man was an early father, the one she once loved dearly.

At this moment, his eyes are full of sincerity and humility, so that people can't refuse.

Joan nodded: "Yes." ”

Song Yichen stood in place, wanting to laugh, but his smile froze.

After a long time, a few words popped up: "That...... Thank you. ”

It was the first time he had thanked her, and in Joan's ears, he couldn't tell what he felt.

Still......

It's not bad.

Perhaps, she and Song Yichen are more suitable to be ordinary friends.

Joan quickly reined in her thoughts and smiled at him, "You're welcome. ”

Take him to the raw meat section.

I love to eat mutton early, and there are sliced lamb slices here, which can be bought home without processing, which is a good choice.

The little girl was in Song Yichen's arms, and she never went to the ground for a moment, and she was in a good mood.

Seeing that Dad and Mommy got along in a harmonious atmosphere, he couldn't help but lie in his ear and whispered: "Daddy, Mommy actually loves you very much." ”

"Don't let her down."

Song Yichen couldn't cry or laugh.

This girl is really a big ghost, and she actually understands it better than him!

"How do you know Mommy loves me?"

For fear that Qiao Ann would hear it, he didn't dare to speak up.

Slow down appropriately, always within the range of Joan who can see him and can't hear him talking to his daughter.

The little girl smiled: "Aunt Xiaowan said! She said that Mommy has loved you for many years, but in exchange for sadness. ”

"Oh yes, last night, Aunt Xiaowan kept saying the word scumbag, and it was you."

She was too young to know the specific meaning of the word.

But she knew it must not be a good word.

Because when Aunt Xiaowan said this word, she always looked like she was gritting her teeth.

Song Yichen stood by the freezer in the supermarket with his daughter in his arms, his face was blue and white, blue and white.

I didn't know what "scumbag" meant for a long time, but he knew it clearly.

How did he become a scumbag?

One didn't cheat, the other didn't get divorced, and he helped the Qiao family pay off their debts, where is the scum?

"Humph!"

The man couldn't find a reason to refute, snorted lightly, and educated his daughter: "Do you like your dad early?" ”

The little girl nodded vigorously: "I like it!" I like it! ”

Of course, I love the limited edition toys that Daddy gave me!

His daughter's childish words gave him some comfort, reached out and pinched her tender cheeks, and asked, "Did you think Dad was a scumbag early on?" ”

The little girl shook her head: "Not really!" Dad is better than fried chicken! ”

Song Yichen raised his eyebrows and kissed his daughter on the face: "Good!" ”

Probably because he found some confidence from his daughter, he didn't keep a calm face, but followed behind Qiao An and hugged the child with peace of mind.

It could be seen that Joan had no intention of paying attention to him at all.

She had been busy selecting the ingredients, and she hadn't given him half of them.

In order not to let Joan drive him away, he could only hold him early, and if she drove him away, he said: I still have some use, hold the child!

Since someone is holding her daughter for herself, Qiao An is happy.

Pushing the shopping cart and buying a lot of things, when she went to the cashier to check out, she had a headache: so many things, how to get them later?

The supermarket is not far from the rental house, and it is only a ten minute walk, so she didn't drive.

But it's going to be early, and there are so many big bags and small bags, how can it be good?

"A total of 274 yuan, may I ask you to pay in cash or mobile phone?"