Zhao Yu, who was sitting next to Zhao Cheng, saw his mother walking out, and couldn't help but stand up and walk in front of her a few steps.

"Mother, you are really the most beautiful in the world." Although it looks very strange to wear, her mother looks good no matter how she looks at it.

When Song Qing heard this, he couldn't help crying and laughing when he looked at the boy in front of him with a praising look on his face.

"Just like me, I'm still the most beautiful in the world, what kind of eyes do you have." No, this doesn't seem to be a compliment to her.

People think his mother is beautiful, but not himself.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at his father, who had been sitting there with a serious expression all the time.

"Dad, do you think my mother is the best-looking?"

Zhao Cheng glanced up at Song Qing and nodded, "Well, it's good-looking." ”

Anyway, if he thinks it's good-looking, it's the best-looking, and no one can refute it.

Song Qing rolled his eyes, this father and son were blind, and at most she was good-looking.

"Although you praise me so much, it makes me float a little, but ......"

Song paused for a moment, looked at the two of them, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all said, I really can't be your mother." Song said lightly, paused, and looked at Zhao Cheng and continued to complain, "So it's even more impossible to be your wife." ”

Again, it's not clear if it's him.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her and said in a deep voice: "Since you have looked in the mirror, then you should know that you have my name on your back."

When Song Qing heard this, he only felt a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and he actually felt a feeling of speechlessness.

"I really think hell about that."

When I woke up from this sleep, my husband and son had it.

The most important thing is that she is still a yellow flower girl who has never had a boyfriend.

Listening to Zhao Cheng's words, Song Qing frowned, "I don't know what's going on, but I'm sure I'm really not the Song Qing in history, I and that Song Qing are separated by 1,400 years, how can it be the same person." ”

Why is it still on this topic?

Damn, headaches.

Zhao Cheng stood up and took two steps forward and walked in front of Song Qing.

Seeing him approaching him, Song Qing subconsciously took a step back.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him condescendingly.

"You say you're not my wife, but you have my name on your back, how do you explain that? It was written on my wife's back myself, and my wife was so short. ”

Zhao Cheng said and stretched out his hand to compare it on her head, with a serious expression. (Xiangye, you are not saved)

That's right, her wife is at this height.

It's so short, too...... So short...... Short......

The corners of Song Qing's mouth twitched, is this despising her for being short?

Is she one meter six short?

All right~_~~_~

Although it is relatively short compared to the tall, but it is very heart-wrenching to say it blatantly, right?

"It's amazing to be tall, I'm short, I'm glorious! Isn't it okay for me to make cloth for the country? Do you have any comments? Do you know how much fabric you waste in the country and how many people can't wear clothes just because you grow tall? ”

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her with a serious expression and then shook his head lightly, "No opinion, Madame, I have a good opinion." ”

Song Qing didn't expect this man to suddenly say such a sentence, but it made her face hot and couldn't say anything bad.

"Forget it, I don't want to explain anything more to you, I'll just say it once, I'm really not your wife, as for why I have your name on my back, I don't understand now, don't ask me why, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't understand......"