Song Qing's voice fell, and the door of the room was opened from the inside.

Just at a glance, Zhao Cheng saw Song Qing panting with her hands on the wall, and the sweat on her forehead broke out at this time.

Zhao Yu walked out from behind Zhao Cheng and looked at Song Qing, "Mother...... No, Auntie, you're back. ”

"Well, I'm back, sorry for being late." Song said lightly, looking at the little boy standing in front of him, who was dressed in dignity, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it again.

Stop!

Song Qing, that's the famous Dongyue Emperor, you can't touch it.

All right~_~

couldn't help it, Song gently rubbed Zhao Yu's head.

Zhao Yu secretly glanced at Song Qing, and obediently put his head into his mother's palm.

It turns out that the feeling of being loved by my mother is like this.

Zhao Cheng was a little envious when he saw the warm appearance of the mother and son, maybe this is the mother-son connection! Even if Song Qing forgot about them, he subconsciously loved Zhao Yu.

Zhao Cheng looked at the mother and son, and looked down at the big bags on the ground in silence.

So many things, this woman brought them back alone.

"......" bent over in silence, Zhao Cheng reached out and lifted the bag into the room, and then put it on the coffee table.

Among them were three boxes of kebab rice.

Smelling the fragrance, Zhao Yu instantly felt even hungrier.

After Song Qing and Zhao Yu walked into the room one by one, Song Qing stretched out his hand and closed the door of the room.

"Zhao Yu, eat first, I bought three boxes of barbecue rice, there are cow heads, chicken, and pork, you can choose which one you like to eat."

"Okay." Zhao Yu nodded and walked to the chair next to the coffee table and sat down, reached out and took out the lunch box from the bag, and placed them on the table one by one.

He didn't know what it was, and it looked pretty much the same.

The lid on the top of the lunch box is transparent, and when you see the vegetables and meat in the cold, an egg is added to it, and there is something like sausage.

The one I bought must be delicious.

After Song Qing walked to the coffee table, he reached out and opened the lids directly for the three lunches, and the fragrance became more intense in an instant.

"Let's eat, this is a disposable chopstick and spoon, the kind that you throw away when you eat it."

Song lightly pointed to the packaged disposable chopsticks and explained, and then set his eyes on the two large bags of things on the coffee table.

Song Qing lifted the bag and put it on a chair on the side, then opened it and said, "These are the clothes I bought for you."

Zhao Cheng looked up at Song Qing, "Buy so much?" Tired of it, right? ”

Song turned his head lightly, glanced at the man standing beside him, and nodded.

"No, I'm tired enough just to walk down the street with these things."

"Don't look at who I'm for, these are all bought for you, I have a lot of bleeding today, it cost me a lot of money, I'm very poor, remember to ...... when you are developed in the future"

Before Song Qing's words fell, Zhao Cheng stretched out a hand around her neck and encircled the person into his arms, gently imprisoning the person in his arms.

Behind him was the man's strong chest.

Because it was too sudden, Song Qing didn't react for a moment, and when she reacted, she glared instantly.

"You are taking advantage of me again, where are you putting your claws?"

Song raised his hand lightly and was about to beat someone, but was held by Zhao Cheng's other hand.

Holding the person tightly in his arms, Zhao Cheng looked at the woman in his arms, then lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, and whispered her name.

"Song Light ......"

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, deep and serious, as if he had a thousand words but didn't know how to say them.

Song Qing stretched out her hand, and for a moment, she wanted to touch his face, but as soon as her hand stretched out a little, Song Qing came back to her senses.

What is she trying to do?