"Auntie, that's amazing."

"Hehe, don't praise me, I'll float."

Separated by a wall, listening to the voices of the mother and son, Zhao Cheng tilted his head and glanced at the door of the room and closed his eyes in silence.

Madam......

……

This night, Song Qing had a good inspiration, and after entering the bedroom, he sat in front of the computer and struggled late, until it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Ha......" Song yawned lightly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned off the power and stood up.

At this time, Zhao Yu was already asleep, and he was still covered with the quilt before, but now he had already kicked the quilt.

Looking at the boy sleeping with his legs on the quilt, it was hard to imagine that this was the domineering Emperor of Dongyue sitting on the dragon chair.

Not to mention, this sleeping position is a fight with what you have.

Song Qing walked to the side of the bed and glanced at the child who was not covered with the quilt, and reached out to pull the quilt for him.

Zhao Yu didn't know what he was dreaming about, so he reached out and subconsciously held Song Qing's hand.

"Mom's ......"

Listening to the boy's voice, Song was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the child's cheek.

"What's wrong with me?" Song lightly raised his hand to cover his chest, the sour feeling in his heart was really strange.

After Song Qing sat on the edge of the bed, he took off his shoes and lifted the quilt and lay down beside Zhao Yu.

I thought that someone around me might not be able to sleep, but it turned out that he might be really sleepy, and Song Qing fell asleep not long after he was in a daze.

I slept very comfortably this night, and I didn't even have a dream until the next day.

Zhao Yu has the habit of getting up early to practice, and he usually wakes up alone, but today is different.

He was now lying in his mother's arms, yes, in her mother's arms.

Zhao Yu, who was about to wake up, tilted his head and glanced at Song Qing, and then directly reached out to hug her waist and continued to close his eyes and sleep.

Mother's embrace is so warm.

Then sleep a little longer.

"Mother...... Mommy ......"

Zhao Yu screamed and happily closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Maybe it was really that his mother's arms were too comfortable, and Zhao Yu fell asleep again in a daze.

Twitter...... Twitter......

The chirping of a little sparrow sounded in my ears, and the sunlight outside shone into the bedroom through the half-open window.

Warm.

It was a little dazzling in front of his eyes, and Song Qing opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the ceiling above his head at a glance.

The bedroom was sunny and warm and comfortable.

Song Qing felt that he had just laid down, and it was dawn.

With a hand, Song Qing felt that she was still holding someone in her arms, and she couldn't help but tilt her head and glance at it after being stunned for a moment.

At this time, a little boy was sleeping in her arms, and the boy was putting his arms around her waist and sleeping quietly.

Looking at the boy's delicate facial features, Song Qing couldn't help but sit up gently and looked at the boy who was sleeping quietly.

At this moment, Song Qing sighed that everything was not a dream.

The big guy from 1,400 years ago really traveled to modern times, and he still lives with her at this time.

Especially the one who is the emperor, who still sleeps in her arms, if she says it, I'm afraid that others will think she is daydreaming.

Song laughed lightly, and habitually took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and glanced at it.

At this time, it was half past seven, and it was still early.

Song Qing got up and put on his slippers, stretched his waist, and then opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

It was quiet in the living room at this time.

I tilted my head and glanced at the bunk last night, the quilt had been folded, maybe I didn't know where to put it, so I didn't put it away, but it was still placed on the ground.

Song glanced at the room, and at this time, there was no more Zhao Cheng in the room.

Song yawned lightly, walked into the bathroom and began to wash his face and brush his teeth, and finally tied himself in a ponytail.

It looks quite energetic.