Slowly, a sentence appeared in front of Song Qing.

"My wife is Song Qing."

Song Qing bent down to his side and looked at the line of words on the computer, and he didn't know why his face was a little burning.

Although I knew that it wasn't her, the name was hers, and now I feel a little uncomfortable looking at that sentence.

Zhao Cheng felt her approaching, and couldn't help but tilt his head to look at her.

He could see her long eyelashes flickering when he got close.

Zhao Cheng glanced at her with deep eyes, and spoke in a deep voice.

"How do I spell it?"

Song Qing was so close to his cheek at this time that she seemed to be able to feel his breathing and heartbeat.

Listening to him, Song Qing was inexplicably nervous.

"Ahem, it's good." Song said softly, taking a step back and standing up straight, away from him.

Song turned his head lightly and touched his face secretly.

Isn't she just handsome, she's blushing!

"That's how you type, practice more, and after a long time, you will naturally become proficient. And what you need to know, just search for it. For example, if you want to know what happens every day, just look at today's headlines. ”

"Now this is the Internet age, where there is a car accident, where something big happens, such as the president, where he has a meeting, these can be searched on the Internet."

"Anyway, you have everything you want. Of course, when you are bored, you can also watch the live broadcast of the young lady to relieve your boredom, those Internet celebrity anchors can sing and dance, and the little waist is twisted, you men must like it. ”

Listening to Song Qingyue, the more energetic he became, Zhao Cheng's face darkened.

Zhao Cheng said in a deep voice to Shang Song Qing's gaze.

"I don't know if other men like it or not, but I certainly don't."

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and it instantly occurred to Zhao Cheng that he might really not like this.

Who is Zhao Cheng, it is a famous dedicated infatuation in history, and before he met his official match, he was famous for his cold heart and cold feelings, not close to women.

So, okay ~_~!

Good men are from someone else's house!

Thinking of this, Song Qing rolled his eyes, "I understand, I know that you are like a jade to your wife, I don't just talk about it." ”

Zhao Cheng just glanced at her and continued to practice spelling in silence.

"Ahem, okay, you practice by yourself, I'm going to cook, yes to eat noodles or not, I'm going to cook some noodles to eat."

Zhao Cheng said lightly, "I can do it." ”

Zhao Yu also nodded, "As long as it is what my aunt makes, I like to eat it." ”

"Okay, then cook the noodles and eat them."

"I'm going to ride my bike to the vegetable market to buy two pork ribs, and we'll cook pork ribs and noodle soup to eat, and we're putting some small greens, and I feel hungry just thinking about it."

Song walked out of the bedroom with his feet raised as he spoke, humming a tuneless tune, and closing the door of the room by the way.

Zhao Cheng sat in front of the computer and tilted his head to look at Song Qing's departing figure, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

He likes it.

"Father, come back to your senses, my mother is gone."

Zhao Cheng reached out and touched his son's head, and said in a deep voice, "Let's continue." ”

"Yes, father, no, it's father." Zhao Yu couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

He felt that his father was like two people compared to before.

For as long as I can remember, my father has always been cold, either looking for his mother or on the way to find his mother.

Now that my mother has found it, my father's whole person has changed, and it feels like he has come back to life.

……

After Song Qing rode to the vegetable market, he walked directly towards the place where the meat was sold.

"The hostess cut four ribs for me."

The proprietress who sold the meat took a look at her, picked up a whole piece of ribs, and cut four along the gap.

After the slippery scales passed, they began to chop small one by one, and then put them in a bag and handed them to Song Qing.