Chapter 168: Big Guy, He's My Husband (4)

Zhao Yu looked up at Song Qing in disbelief, trying to make sure if what she said was true.

Song Qing looked at the handsome and lovely son in front of him, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Son, I'm going to call my mother in the future."

Song Qing's words made Zhao Yu's eyes light up instantly, "Mom, Mom." ”

"Hmm." Song nodded in response.

Zhao Yu looked at his mother and told himself to be calm.

He is the king of a country, and he can't be so unreserved.

But the fact is that Zhao Yu stretched out his entire hand to wrap around Song Qing's waist.

"Mom, do you know that your son misses you so much, mom hug."

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to hug his mother's waist and rubbed happily.

Is this true? It felt like a dream, and he finally didn't have to call his aunt, which was born to his mother.

"Mom."

"Mom."

"Mom."

……

Zhao Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and watched such a scene silently.

Thinking of the kiss just now in his mind, Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing as if he had a lot to say in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, he just called Song Qing.

"Ma'am."

Song shook his son's head and tilted his head to look at Zhao Cheng who was sitting next to his bed.

Although it is not clear how he fell in love with him, and he does not know how he ran away to ancient times.

But at this moment, Song Qing knew that he liked him.

That's it.

Song smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to him.

Zhao Cheng held Song Qing's hand and couldn't help but look up at her and screamed again.

"Ma'am."

The man's expression was very serious, and his voice was low and magnetic, but the two words he called out made Song Qing feel very sultry.

It turns out that facial paralysis will also flirt with sisters?

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but reach out and touch her face when he saw her blush, "Madam, is this ......" Accept him?

He really couldn't think of anything else than that.

Song glanced at him lightly and deliberately reached out and patted his shoulder, "My hand is numb, just let you pinch it." ”

"......" Zhao Cheng held Song Qing's hand for a moment, and his expression cracked.

Sure enough, is he thinking too much? Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her arm with a wooden face.

It's hard to imagine that I could have a relationship with a man from more than 1,400 years ago and have a son.

Looking at him, Song Qing couldn't help but be a little curious, how did he meet him before, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find the answer.

Try to scavenge the memories in your head, hoping to remember something again.

It's just that no matter how hard she tried to think about it, it was as if those memories never existed in her head.

Now she really doesn't know anything about what she has experienced before, except for the little memory that she has inexplicably left in her head.

Zhao Yu glanced at his parents, and the little abacus in his heart was crackling.

If my parents get along like this, is my sister still far away?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu stretched out his hand in a beautiful mood, "Mom, I'll pinch it for you too." ”

Song tilted his head lightly and glanced at Zhao Yu and nodded, "Okay!" ”

"Not to mention, it may be that I have been sleeping in one position for a long time, and I feel that I don't have much strength, so it's not bad to press it."

Song said softly, put a pillow for herself, leaned on it, and let Zhao Cheng's father and son massage her.

Song Qing closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and occasionally did not forget to command.

"Comfortable, a little on the left, yes, that's all."

Now two big guys, one on the left and one on the right, give her a massage.

One is the powerful Prime Minister Zhao Cheng in history, and the other is His Majesty, the youngest emperor in the history of the Dongyue Kingdom.

The life of the salted fish does not need to be explained, and suddenly I feel that I have won by lying down?? (??? *)。

Zhao Yu looked at his mother's smiling obscene appearance, and couldn't help but look at his father with a black line.

'Are you sure my mom is okay?' ’