Her fingers touched his forehead, thick dark eyebrows, a high nose, a handsome face, and pursed lips.

Peerless, peerless, this is the best word Song Qingneng can think of to describe him.

Zhao Cheng's body stiffened and didn't dare to move, just looked at her silently.

Feeling the sensation brought by her gentle hand caressing her cheeks, Zhao Cheng only felt a fire burning in his heart.

Looking at Song Qing like this at this time, Zhao Cheng wanted to reach out and hug her, but thinking that she had fainted because she was too heavy and stimulated before, Zhao Cheng didn't dare to act rashly.

So at this time, Zhao Cheng could only sit stiffly on the edge of Song Qing's bed, although he didn't speak, but where Song Qing couldn't see, Zhao Cheng's ears were completely red.

Song Qing looked at the man in front of him in a daze, and the temperature from his hands made Song Qing's heart beat uncontrollably.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to like someone.

It's not a married man, it's not a stand-in sadomasochism, I am who I am.

Although I feel ashamed, the truth is that he is his own man.

So even if you like him, it's nothing!

Song Qing looked at Zhao Cheng's deep eyes, and it was the first time that he looked at his heart like this.

Her motivation is not occasional, but subconscious.

Song lightly stroked his face.

Knock Knock –

That feeling came again, as long as I was close to him, the feeling of blushing and heartbeat couldn't be controlled.

Song Qing leaned towards him, and finally in Zhao Cheng's widening eyes, Song Qing's lips fell on his lips.

Song Qing closed his eyes and his lips were imprinted on his lips.

At this moment, the surroundings seemed to be suddenly quiet, and only the two of them were in shape.

Song Qing's kiss was very light, and before Zhao Cheng could come back to his senses, Song Qing had already left.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing stiffly, "You, this is?" ”

Surprise surged in his heart, but Zhao Cheng couldn't believe it was true.

His wife was a stranger to him since they met.

Every time, he approached slowly, but he didn't dare to get too close for fear of scaring people away in a hurry.

But now the sensation on his lips told him that his wife had just kissed him.

What is this?

What is this motivating to his wife? Or did she accept herself?

Zhao Yu, who was sprinkled with a pot of dog food by his parents from beginning to end, covered his face and eyes with his back to them.

"I said you're enough, it's still in the hospital."

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, tilting his head to look at the child standing by the bed with his back to her.

That's her son.

Biological.

Song Qing looked at Zhao Yu's back and didn't know what to say for a while.

Her life seems to have skipped the stage of falling in love, having children, and raising children, and she has such a big son in vain.

Although it feels very unreal and incredible, the fact of blood relationship cannot be changed.

Looking at the child standing by the bed, Song Qing couldn't help but call his name.

"Zhao Yu."

Zhao Yu couldn't help but remove the hand covering his eyes when he heard Song Qing shouting, and turned to Song Qing's side.

"Auntie, are you feeling better? Where else is uncomfortable. ”

Hearing Zhao Yu call his aunt, Song Qing felt sour in his heart for no reason, and the feeling of wanting to cry with a sour nose was really uncomfortable.

Let your own son call him aunt, it's okay when you don't know.

But now Song Qing only felt that this was simply a knife in her heart.

"......" Song Qing reached out and gently touched Zhao Yu's head, and then reached out to hold the person in his arms.

Holding the child tightly, Song gently rubbed his cheek lovingly.

It turns out that she loves Zhao Yu so much since she met him, and there is a reason why she likes him.

"Zhao Yu, don't call me aunt in the future, call me mom."