Occasionally, I can hear all kinds of whispers.

"That kid looks so cute."

"The skin is so white."

"That man is so tall, is he 1.9 meters?"

"I don't know, I look like there is."

"Is that man the father of the child? The two look alike. ”

"That man is so handsome, even more handsome than the popular actor on TV."

……

For these voices, Song Qing has calmed down.

After all, as long as you take this father and son out of the house, you will always attract the attention of a bunch of people.

Next, Song Qing visited two women's clothing stores one after another, and they all bought clothes that suited him.

Song Qing was about to say that when she went to the house she was familiar with before, she saw Zhao Yu, who was walking in front, turn around and walk up to her and said, "Auntie, there is another one over there, I look at the clothes inside, they look very good." ”

Before Song Qing could speak, he was pulled away by Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu pulled Song Qing into the clothing store not far away, looked at the hanging clothes and instructed the waiter who was selling clothes on the side.

"The clothes hanging on it, please take them down and try them on my aunt."

The waiter who sells clothes is instantly cute when he sees such a handsome and cute little boy.

"Okay, kid, that's cute." As he spoke, the waiter wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Yu's head.

However, before his hand could touch it, he was dodged by Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu frowned and said lightly, "Don't move your hands and feet." ”

Except for his parents, Zhao Yu doesn't like others to approach him, except for his grandparents of course.

Feeling that she was not treated well by the child, the waitress smiled dryly, "Okay." ”

At that moment just now, the waitress felt that she was not facing a child, but a ninety-five.

She thinks that she may have watched too many TV series to have this weird idea.

The waitress who sold the clothes took off the clothes and handed them to Song Qing.

Song Qing took the clothes and tilted his head to look at Zhao Cheng and his son.

"Wait a minute, I'll try on clothes."

"Hmm." Zhao Cheng put down a bunch of bags in his hand and sat on the opposite side of the sofa in the fitting room with Zhao Yu and waited.

The clothes that Song Qing tried at the beginning were a pale yellow long skirt, and the fabric was very silky to the ankles, but it was very comfortable to wear.

After changing his clothes, Song Qing walked out of the fitting room and stood in front of the mirror to take a look.

"It's pretty good." Song whispered and spun around.

The clothes are really good-looking.

Not to mention, Zhao Yu's vision is very good.

"Auntie, look over here." Zhao Yu said as he took his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take a picture of Song Qing.

"Hey, okay." Song moved his position lightly and stood there quietly.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the mother and son and smiled faintly.

I thought of what she said in the past, that the portrait did not come as fast as taking pictures, and now I understand that this is taking pictures.

"Are you alright?" Song asked lightly.

"Okay, my aunt is very good-looking, go ahead and try the next set."

"Okay, then I'll try again."

Song said softly, went back to the fitting room and began to try on clothes.

After trying on clothes of various colors and styles one by one, Song Qing changed back to his previous clothes.

She walked out with the clothes she had tried on.

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but ask when he saw Song Qing coming out, "Have you made your choice?" ”

Song glanced at him, and a certain image in the fitting room flashed in his mind.

Thinking of that scene, Song Qing instantly felt a little embarrassed that his face was hot.

What's going on with this feeling of a boyfriend accompanying you shopping for clothes??

Not daring to look at Zhao Cheng's gaze, Song Qing looked at the waiter and asked with a smile: "Just this pair of jeans and this plaid shirt, how can this suit be sold?" ”