An Guihua didn't know what to say, so she could only touch her son's head.

"My son has a future, my mother didn't let you drop out of school at the beginning, only by studying can our family have a way out."

Lu Sheng couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought about how his mother sent him to college in the first place.

He will try to make a good life for his mother and brothers.

Certain!

……

In the evening, after dinner, Song Qing sat on the edge of his bed as usual and drew a manuscript.

The position of her sketch remains the same, still to the right of the bed.

It doesn't seem to be any different from the previous life, the only thing that doesn't feel comfortable is that the room has become more spacious and the bed is bigger and softer.

At this time, there was a small carved bedside table next to Song Qing's bed, and the bedside table was a desk.

It was Zhao Cheng who moved directly from the tea room, in order to facilitate Song Qing's work.

Although he felt that he could support his wife, as long as Song Qing liked him, he had no opinion.

By this time it was quite late.

And Song Qing was still sitting in front of his computer, holding a paintbrush and starting to paint on the drawing board.

The characters slowly took shape under her pen, and Song Qing was very accomplished.

Song Qing concentrated on the sketch, and from time to time he would glance at his son who was asleep in bed

Her son is cute when he sleeps, lying in a bunny pajama and in a large font.

Looking at the rabbit pajamas that Zhao Yu was wearing, Song Qing couldn't help laughing.

The son strongly refused at first, but under Song Qing's grinding claws, the refusal was naturally invalid.

Children, they should wear it like this, how beautiful it looks.

"Stomble—"

Footsteps were heard at the door.

Then the bedroom door was pushed open.

Song Qingtou didn't look back to know who was coming, after all, he and Zhao Yu were Zhao Cheng in this family.

Song Qing continued to draw the manuscript and didn't ask back.

"?"

Zhao Cheng didn't say anything but walked to Song Qing's side, put a plate of cut fruit in his hand on the table next to her, and then put a glass of boiling water.

With a slight voice, Song Qing's eyes landed on the table next to him from the computer.

A plate of fruit, a glass of boiled water.

"......" After Song Qing looked at the fruit in front of him and the steaming cup of boiled water, the hand of the sketch paused, and couldn't help but stop the brush.

This man usually doesn't like to talk, and he looks cold, but he can do a lot of things for her carefully.

For example, she didn't say anything, he moved her desk, for example, now he cuts fruit for her and pours boiling water.

In Song Qingdu's memory, except for her parents and younger brother, no one has ever treated her so well.

"You go to bed early, I'll go back to my room, something calls me." Zhao Cheng said and looked at his sleeping son, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Song Qing looked at his back, and subconsciously stretched out his hand and took his hand.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at Song Qing.

"What's wrong?"

What's wrong?

What else?

Who made you this man, so good.

So I didn't hold back and grabbed him.

However, Song Qing naturally won't admit it.

Song glanced at him and pointed to the fruit on the plate and said, "After cutting so much, how can I finish eating it alone?" Eat together. ”

Zhao Cheng glanced at the fruit and nodded, "Okay?" I'll eat with you. ”

Song answered lightly, picked up the fork and began to eat the fruit.

How many kinds of fruit are there? Zhao Cheng bought it back in the afternoon.

There was only one fork, and Song Qing handed him the only fork on the plate.

"Fork for you? I use my hands. ”

Zhao Cheng took the fork? poked the fruit and handed it to Song Qing's mouth, "Open your mouth." ”

Song Qing: "......"

Is the big guy going to feed her?

It's embarrassing.

Or maybe her face is so hot.

Never mind? Anyway, I kissed and hugged him, so feeding a fruit is nothing, right?

Song Qing thought like this, looking at the apple poked by the fork in front of him? She opened her mouth and ate it.

It's so sweet!

I just don't know if the apple is too sweet or if it's too sweet in her heart.

Anyway, it's sweet.

Zhao Cheng ate one, and poked one for her, and so on.

In this way, Song was fed fruit once by the big guy with a hot face.

It wasn't until the plate was empty that Zhao Cheng, who had been silent and didn't speak, said, "Okay, finished eating?" You go to rest. ”

Song Qing: "Okay, you go to bed early." ”

"Okay." Zhao Cheng answered and took the plate and walked out of the room.

The bedroom door clicked and closed again, and the room seemed to be quiet again.

Seriously, she's getting used to him.

Song Qing laughed at the scene just now, and continued to take the brush and start drawing on the drawing board.

At eleven o'clock? After Song Qing is saved? Habitually logging into the author's account? I opened my book and took a look.

"The Powerful Boss Lives in My House"

Collection: 120,000+!

Popularity: 10 million+!

Song Qing's first reaction when he saw the data in this book was, the system was convulsed?

Or is the system pumping out?

Otherwise, how could she see that she has 120,000 comics in her collection.

She's just updated a word? Even if she has a lot of old readers? But the collection of 120,000+, this is too fake.

Song Qing couldn't believe it? I refreshed it again, but found that the data was still the same.

And her comic now has a big green logo on it, and the new book list N1.

Song Qing opened the list of new comic books, and sure enough, her comics ranked first, and they were very popular.

Song Qing looked at the N1 logo on his comics, and was a little confused for a while.

What is this?

After Song Qing opened the book review area and took a look, he found that there were many more comments in the book review area, what the hell is it that there are more than a thousand comments in this instant?

Song Qing opened the comment and glanced at it.

@"Grab the red envelope, leave a footprint." ”

@"As soon as this book was opened, there were so many rewards. ”

@"I grabbed the red envelope, and after taking a look, I found that the painting was too good, love. ”

@"The author's painting style is very powerful.,Come on.,I was tricked into it by the cover.,Now it's a fan.,Urge a more.。 ”

……

There are quite a few similar comments.

After looking at the comments, Song Qing frowned and looked at the situation.

It wasn't until Song Qing saw the local tyrant fans hanging on the list in the reward column that she understood.

I took a look at the account.

Well, she's familiar with it.

Third Master, Your Majesty?

Just by looking at the nickname Song Qing, you can know who the person who is rewarding is.

The third master is naturally Zhao Cheng, before his family was destroyed, there were two elder brothers above, so he ranked third.

As for Your Majesty, who else but her son?

Song lightly counted the amount, a full 150,000 yuan.

"150,000 RMB?"

"These two losers, they don't burn money like this."

Song lightly bared his teeth and grinned, and couldn't help covering his chest after speaking, with a painful face.

That's not one or two thousand, but a full fifteen thousand.

"Asi-" Song Qingqi's chest hurt.

Picking up the already cold boiling water neck next to her and knocking half a bottle down, she felt a lot more comfortable.

Half of the money for the tip will be given to the website.。。

So even if the money comes back in the end, the money that can be rewarded has shrunk by half.