"This hair is so good, black and shiny." Song Qing blew his hair while not forgetting to praise him.

Zhao Yu didn't speak, just squinted his eyes and enjoyed it from beginning to end.

He felt his mother's hand gently rubbing his hair.

At this moment, Zhao Yu actually felt like crying.

It's his mother, no, it's his mother now, it's the same.

Unconsciously, Zhao Yu called out in a low voice, "Mom." ”

Song was stunned, only to feel that his heart was suddenly hit.

sour, as if there was a voice in the bottom of my heart saying hug him.

Hug him.

As soon as Song Qing wanted to say that he was not his mother, he heard Zhao Yu reach out and wrap his arms around her waist.

"Auntie, I'm sorry I called the wrong one again, I didn't mean to."

Song Qing relented a little.

This child is really pitiful, they all say that a mother's child is like a treasure, but not long after the child was born, his mother disappeared.

Now he happens to look the same as his mother, so he will unconsciously regard himself as his mother.

"It's fine." Song said softly, patted him on the shoulder, comforted him, and continued to blow his hair.

In the room, it was quiet, only the sound of a hair dryer was endless.

Zhao Cheng stood at the door of the bedroom with one hand on the door, looking at the mother and son in the room with deep eyes.

Song Qing inadvertently raised his head and saw the man standing at the door almost as high as the door, and his eyes fell on the few gaps in the door above him.

This man is really tall, almost 1.9 meters, how tall is visually, 1.85 meters, no, it should be more.

glanced at the door and his height, and visually judged that his height should be about 1.87 meters.

Zhao Cheng naturally found that his wife was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is it pretty?" Zhao Cheng asked lightly.

Song didn't want to nod after hearing this, "It's good-looking." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Qing's face turned red.

The man was still so expressionless, and his serious appearance was as if he really didn't look good if he asked her again.

But, it's weird, that's obviously teasing her.

Looking up at Zhao Cheng again, looking at his cold and cold face, Song Qing couldn't help but want to complain.

Could it be that this is the legend of a serious and hooligan?

¬_¬'It turns out that you are such a prime minister of Zhao Cheng.

Song Qing gave him a roll of his eyes, then rubbed Zhao Yu's hair and turned off the hair dryer.

"Are you going to blow your hair?" Song said softly and looked up at Zhao Cheng.

Do you want to blow?

His wife wants to blow his hair, of course.

Speaking of which, he doesn't like internal force to dry his hair, as if there is fire and smoke on the top of his head, so he usually lets his hair dry by himself except for special times when he has nothing to do, and he doesn't use internal force.

"Ahem...... Good. Zhao Cheng nodded and walked in front of Song Qing.

When Song Qingzheng stretched out his hand and raised the hair dryer in his hand to hand it to him, he found that his waist was tight, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had been held by Zhao Cheng and sat on the desk.

What's going on?

What are you doing here, this bastard?

When Song Qing was still confused, she saw the tall man with his hands on both sides of her and lowered his head slightly.

He was so close to her that Song Qing could hear his shallow breathing.

There was a faint scent of flowers in her nose, which was the smell of her shower gel.

He was so completely in the arms of his arm that it was as if he were his whole world.

Song Qing just held the hair dryer and looked at him in a daze.

Zhao Cheng met her eyes and couldn't help but whisper, "Blow your hair." ”