"Young man, it's really terrifying, I don't know if I'm married." As soon as the old gentleman was happy, he instantly habitually asked.

Song Qing subconsciously interrupted the old principal's words as soon as he heard this.

"Mr. Wang, my cousin is married, and his sons are seven years old."

When Song Qing's voice fell, he saw Zhao Cheng smile.

He, what is he laughing at?

However, I have to admit that this man is really handsome when he laughs.

Thinking of the ambiguous picture in front of the desk just now, Song looked away with a burning face.

Hell, why is her face so hot.

The old principal couldn't help but feel a little pity when he heard that Zhao Cheng was married.

"Ah, then, it turns out that this child is his son, no wonder it is so similar."

Now that the paintings are ready, it's time to go home.

"Then the old headmaster, we won't bother, I'm going to take my cousin home."

"Okay, I won't keep you, I'll send you."

……

After leaving Principal Wang's house, Song Qing took Zhao Cheng and them in the direction of his house.

Seeing that he was almost at the door of the house, Song Qing couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Zhao Cheng and said, "That, there is a white sedan at the front door is my house." When my parents asked, they said we were friends. ”

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her and nodded silently.

At this time, the door of her shop was open, and there were two customers with bags standing at the door. And her mother is skillfully chopping ribs for guests with a machete.

Yes, this is her home, a very ordinary family.

Song Qing stood in place and watched her mother chop the ribs and put them in a bag, and then handed them to the guests.

It wasn't until the other party paid and left that Song Qing waved at his mother.

"Mom, I'm back." While speaking, Song Qing had already strode up the stairs a few steps, came to his mother, and hugged his mother.

"Okay, let it go, the old lady is covered in oil, wait and get your clothes dirty." Although Song's mother said this, she didn't push her daughter away, but patted her daughter lightly on the shoulder.

"Why did you come back?"

Song Qingba hugged his mother and coquettishly, "I want to eat meat, so I'm back, I want to eat my mother's stewed braised pig's trotters." ”

Song's mother laughed after hearing this, "Okay, there is still a pig's foot that has not been sold, wait for Ha'er, Mom will make it for you." ”

"By the way, I brought my friends back this time." Song Qing said and beckoned to the two people standing at the door of the house, "Zhao Cheng, come in." ”

"Here we are." Zhao Yu said and took his father's hand and walked in front of Song Qing.

This was the first time Zhao Cheng's father and son met Song Qing's mother.

Glancing at the loving middle-aged woman in front of him, Zhao Cheng's father and son bowed solemnly.

"Auntie."

"Grandma."

It was definitely the first time they had saluted someone so respectfully, but willingly.

Mother Song was in a complicated mood at this time.

Although she didn't understand why Zhao Cheng had to make such a big gift when she met for the first time, her first impression of Zhao Cheng was very good.

The young man in front of him looked at Twenty-Seven Eight, he was handsome and even better than the big stars in the TV series.

Especially the serious and calm appearance, which instantly made Song Ma think of a word.

Noble.

The young man just stood there, and she felt that he was really out of place with her butcher's stall.

Also, the child standing next to him was also born with a pink carving, a noble body, and he looked like a young master from a rich family.

Although Song Ma hasn't read many books, she still has the eye to see people.

Where did her daughter get such two people? (Mom Song, you haven't found the point yet.) ）