Obviously, Song Qing is his eight sedan chairs and ten miles of red makeup to marry Mrs. Du.

But in a blink of an eye, Madame forgot to mention him, and he was directly demoted from her husband to a stranger, and from a stranger to a distant cousin, and now directly to a brother.

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at the landlady silently, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Yu over, and said in a deep voice, "This is my son." ”

The implication is that not only am I married, but I also have a son.

The old lady of the landlady sighed when she heard this, "Yo, you look at you under thirty, right?" Have such a big son? Can't tell. ”

"It turns out that this child is your son, no wonder you look so similar."

"I thought this was your brother! You father and son are so good-looking, as if they came out of a painting, and the big stars on TV are not as good-looking as you. ”

Song looked down on someone's expression, and directly took Zhao Cheng's hand and said with a dry laugh: "Haha, my cousin got married early, yes, he got married early." ”

"Grandma, it's okay, let's go first." Song said softly, pulling them away one by one.

Zhao Cheng glanced down at the hand he was holding, and the depression in his heart instantly dissipated a lot.

It's okay, it's just my cousin.

It's only temporary, sooner or later he'll let himself

It wasn't until he walked into the house and walked up the stairs that Song Qing let go of their hands.

"Let's go! We went upstairs. ”

"Okay."

The three of them went upstairs and came to the door of the house, and Song Qing took the key and reached out to open the door.

Click......

The door opened, and Song gently pushed the door and walked in first.

The room was still as quiet as when I left.

"Finally home, you are free to do it yourself, I'll rest first, a little motion sickness."

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and nodded, "Well, you go and rest first, don't worry about us." ”

"Good ......," Song said softly, walked into his bedroom and fell directly into his bed, lying on the bed in a large shape.

"Sure enough, it's still comfortable to lie in bed."

Song Qing fell asleep after returning home, and when she woke up, it was already past noon.

After Song Qing got up, he walked out of the bedroom and saw Zhao Cheng and his son sitting on the coffee table doing their homework face to face.

No, it should be said to practice writing with a black ballpoint pen.

"What are you doing?"

Song Qing stepped forward and took a look at it, and confirmed that the father and son were indeed practicing writing with a sketchbook.

Song Qing could see that the words they wrote at the beginning were very poorly written, slow, one was better than the other, and in the end, the writing looked very smooth.

In the end, I wrote a beautiful cursive handwriting.

"You guys, it's beautifully written."

Zhao Cheng looked up at Song Qing, looked down at the pen in his hand, and couldn't help but say: "The first time I used this kind of pen to write, I was a little unaccustomed to practicing for a long time. ”

In the past, they used to write with a brush, and they were used to writing, but now it feels strange that they are not comfortable writing with this ballpoint pen for the first time.

However, after becoming proficient, I have to admit that this handwriting can be written very small, and it does not take up space.

In this way, this kind of pen is really good.

Song Qing took Zhao Yu's sketchbook and glanced at it, and couldn't help but say: "You learn things quickly, or else, I'll teach you to learn computers." In this way, after you learn the computer, you can just check it directly on the Internet if you want to know what you want, and there is everything on the Internet, so that you will learn faster. ”

?_?'Anyway, are you too idle, so worried about their father and son?'

Thinking about it like this, it seems to be true, since they met, she has directly taken care of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

If this development continues, will she still have to assign a girlfriend to the two-person bag?