Song bowed his head lightly and let him lean on top of his head.

Nestled in the crook of his arm, Song Qing whispered after a while.

"You're very domineering."

When Song Qing said this, the picture he had just seen unconsciously appeared in his mind.

The man in the picture is much younger than Zhao Cheng now, and his personality is still very cold.

Or that the person in my memory is even more difficult to approach than the current Zhao Cheng.

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't help but reach out and poke Zhao Cheng's arm and asked.

"You're 29 years old, aren't you?"

Zhao Cheng responded, "Hmm." ”

Song Qing: "Then you are six years older than me." ”

Song Qing secretly calculated to himself, Zhao Yu is seven years old, so Zhao Cheng is the father of the 22-year-old.

Good young dad.

So, is this considered to be the best age to meet him?

But how did they love each other?

The more they get along, the more Song Qing now wants to get back the memories he once lost.

Seeing that Song Qing didn't speak, Zhao Cheng thought that Song Qing felt that he was old.

In an instant, I didn't feel good in my heart.

"......" Zhao Cheng's fingers hooked Song Qing's chin and lifted it, making him look at him, and his deep eyes were cold.

"Do you think I'm old?"

His voice was low and serious, with a hint of danger.

Looking at Zhao Cheng's face close at hand, this is obviously very young, and the handsome people are angry.

The first male god in ancient and modern times!

This lethality is really not something to be talked about casually.

Feeling that he was very close to him, Song Qing subconsciously shrank back.

"You're too close to me."

This man was close to her, which made Song Qing a little stressed.

Blushing and heartbeat, still nervous!

So what's that old?

If this is called old, then how can others live?

Except that this man has become a little more mature than the face in his memory, the years have really not left any traces on his face.

Song Qing was stunned and rolled his eyes, "This, absolutely not." ”

"You're only six years older than me."

"Be confident, you are very young, even if you walk on the road, no one will think you are old."

"And I love my wife when I'm older, so I think it's good to be older."

"That's good." Zhao Cheng said as he reached out and stroked Song Qing's cheek and pressed the head on his chest.

"Madam, I'm glad I came to your world earlier."

"If I waited for seven years to come here, and you are still the way you are, then I don't know if I will have the courage to continue to hold you like this."

Zhao Cheng's voice came into Song Qing's ears low and clear.

Song leaned quietly in the crook of his arm, and the words he just said echoed in his mind.

It was obviously a very calm sentence, but Song Qing felt that her heart hurt so much, and her tears unconsciously blurred her vision.

Song Qing looked up at his side face, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to caress his cold and hard face.

Zhao Cheng reached out and held Song Qing's hand.

Looking at the tears in her eyes, Zhao Cheng was stunned and couldn't help frowning.

"Why are you crying again?"

"Is it made of water?"

Do they say that women are made of water? Zhao Cheng didn't understand it before, but since he met Song Qing, he was deeply touched.

His wife? Beautiful and delicate? That really made him appreciate what it means to be made of water.

Zhao Cheng once didn't understand how such a cold-hearted and cold-hearted person put this woman in his heart.

Anyway, when he comes back to his senses? His world is full of Song's figures.

Song Qing looked into his eyes? Then he raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and couldn't help but say something jokingly.

"None? I just think, if you really want to wait seven years to come, then what should I call you? ”

"Is it uncle, or is it ...... Hmmm......"

Song Qing's voice has not fallen? The man's finger was already on her lips.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing with a stubborn expression.

"There are no ifs."

Song Qing felt the fingers against his lips and nodded blushingly, meaning that he knew, and motioned for him to let go with his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Qing couldn't help but glare at him.

Zhao Cheng didn't move, just looked at Song Qing silently.

It's been seven years.

Zhao Cheng felt that the seven years he had spent were too long. Now that seven years have passed, I am still looking at Song Qing as it was back then.

So? Time, indeed, is a terrible thing.

What separates him and Song Qing is not age, but time.

So it's a miracle that they can be together.

Song glanced at him lightly, reaching out to hold his wrist and trying to break it off.

Motionless.

Motionless.

Damn it!

Can you bully people with a lot of strength?

Song Qing didn't say a word and moved his mouth directly? A bite on his finger.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows? Looking at her smug little eyes? The silence did not retreat, but gave a little.

"Go on."

Song Qing's own bite and the bite sent by others are not a concept at all.

"You ......"

Feeling someone's fingers? Song Qing's face turned red.

This bastard.

He? How could he.

Song Qing knew that he probably could? Maybe it's been counter-teased.

Zhao Cheng: "Aren't you going to bite me?" Let you bite. ”

Also bite a yarn.

He just let the bite, and she couldn't bite it with shame, okay?

Now her whole body was in his arms, and she couldn't move if she wanted to.

This bastard.

Bullying.

Song looked at him pitifully, and then reached out and grabbed his sleeve like a coquettish one, and shook it gently.

Beg.

Beg.

Is she afraid that he won't be able to do it?

She can't be provoked, can't she?

That's right, Zhao Cheng eats this set.

And there is no resistance.

Looking at her misty eyes, Zhao Cheng subconsciously let go of his hand.

Reach out and clasp the back of her head and press the person into his arms.

"That's good."

He didn't think he would be the kind of person who could talk to love.

But sometimes unconsciously, that kind of joy from the heart will not control what words you want to express.

But more often than not, you don't know what to say when the words come to your lips.

Song Qing leaned on Zhao Cheng's arms, his face was very hot.

Thinking of the picture just now, I was inexplicably shy.

“〃? 〃”

Song's face is hot.

〃? 〃

Still face hot.

〃? 〃What a feeling of shame!

Song Qing felt that his heart, which might be throbbing overnight, couldn't calm down.

〃? 〃……

……

For his parents, I Zhao Yu don't know if they kiss me after they leave.

At this time, Zhao Yu was walking in the night market, looking east and west curiously.

In the night market, his house is not far away, and after going out, turn left and half a street away.

Most of the night markets sell all kinds of snacks.

What spicy hot, barbecue, these.

Of course, there are many jewelry toys that sell everything.

Sure enough, this world is much more interesting than the previous one.

Zhao Yu leisurely shuttled through the night market with one hand behind his back.

It's not that there are children as old as him on the street, but there are adults accompanying them, so a child like Zhao Yu who is shopping alone really hasn't seen it.

Even if there is, it's the kind of people who are over eight or nine years old.