"Tell me, whether I give birth or he gives birth, I should be forced to lie in that bed for a month."

"Do you know how your wife and I have lived this month, no mobile phone, no TV, I eat every day when I wake up, I sleep after eating, it is a miracle that your mother and I are not crazy in such a salted fish life."

The little doll in her arms naturally didn't understand anything, her black eyes stared at Song lightly for a while, and she directly stuffed her hand into her mouth and chirped to eat.

"Eat hands and hands again, is my son so delicious?"

"Is there any candy in the little hands?"

Song Qing teased his son while talking, although he knew that his son was still young and didn't understand anything, but just seeing his son looking at him, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and he naturally became more energetic to tease him.

Looking at his son's cute appearance, Song Qing gently poked his son's little face.

"Xiao Yu'er, you said that you were born to me, why do you look like your father's facial paralysis, look at your frowns like a little old man."

"However, you are a boy, you look like your father, and you will look good in the future, but don't inherit your father's paralyzed face, otherwise it will be enough to ......" Song Qing didn't finish speaking, and almost choked when he raised his eyes.

At this time, a young man was walking slowly not far away.

The man was dressed in black, looking like he was in his twenties, his long hair was like a black jade crown, and the golden tassels hung down on his chest along the jade crowns on both sides.

The person who came was none other than Zhao Cheng, the biological father of her child.

At this time, he was walking slowly towards her, and the unicorn totem embroidered with gold thread on the black dress was shining, making his whole person look cold and noble.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing and slowly walked to her side and sat down, and then slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

After taking a sip of tea and taking a slow sip, he said lightly.

"I didn't know Madame had such a deep opinion of me."

When Song Qing heard this, he immediately spread his hands and looked innocent, "Did I say anything?" What? I don't know anything, oops, I don't remember. ”

"You may not believe it, I have a split personality, if I said something just now, it must not be what I said, maybe it was my other personality."

Listening to her nonsense, Zhao Cheng glanced at her with a black line.

Zhao Cheng took another sip of tea and put down the cup.

Raising his eyes to look at the woman beside him, Zhao Cheng reached out and touched her hair, and then looked down at the child in her arms.

"Is the child well-behaved?"

Song Qing heard the question and the child instantly came to his senses.

"Good boy, this little cub, eat, sleep, sleep, eat, don't mention how well-behaved."

"You, what? Did you drink the soup? When Zhao Cheng's voice fell, he saw that Song Qing's face was loveless.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm scared."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist and took the person into his arms and sat down.

Holding the mother and son in his arms with one hand, Zhao Cheng said in a low voice: "The imperial doctor said that you gave birth to a child and injured your body, and you must make up for it more." ”

"The Imperial Doctor was half frightened to death when your secret guard caught him in the middle of the night, so naturally let me make up for it if it's okay."

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her and smiled faintly, "Say whatever you say!" In short, the husband can't say anything about you. ”

As he spoke, his hand gently stroked her cheek, very gently.

Song Qing's face was a little itchy, and he couldn't help but rub his palm, as if he was coquettish.

Zhao Cheng paused, his fingers gently brushed the corners of her lips, and then lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on her lips.

As the kiss fell, a man's deep and magnetic voice came from his ear.

"Madame......"