Zhao Cheng chuckled and nodded, "Okay, don't look at it for your husband." ”

Listening to his chuckling voice, Song Qing became even more shy.

“……”

Song Qing was kneeling on him at this time, and her upper body was fully supported on him at this time.

She was still covering his eyes with one hand and one hand was on his shoulder, looking at him in a condescending position.

Song Qing glanced down at himself, and then unconsciously looked at the ground beside the bed.

The only pajamas were still lying there quietly.

Song bit his lip lightly, and his face burned badly.

Now she and he are in the same bed, and she does it voluntarily.

Or I sent it to the door to give it a kiss and hug.

Blushing and continuing to cover his eyes, looking at his close face, Song Qing was silent for a moment, bowed his head and kissed him on the face.

"I'm getting up, you're not allowed to peek."

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Okay, definitely not peeking."

Song replied lightly and removed the hand that was covering his eyes.

After seeing that he really closed his eyes, he got up and moved to the edge of the bed and sat down.

After raising his feet and putting on and taking off his shoes, Song Qing stood up and bent down to pick up the pajamas on the ground.

As soon as she was about to get dressed, she looked up and saw that the man was looking at her sideways, and he was looking very seriously.

"You ......" Song Qing was stunned for a moment and put on his pajamas with a red face, until the clothes were put on, Song Qing then moved to the edge of the bed on tiptoe and sat down.

Gritted his teeth and looked at him, Song Qing had a fierce expression.

That's what she thinks she is, of course.

"Didn't you not allow you to peek?"

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't peek."

Song Qing?_?'.

"Are you blind to me?"

Zhao Cheng said seriously after hearing this: "I am looking at it in the open, which is different from peeking." ”

He really didn't have a peek or something, he really didn't.

Song glanced at him, only to feel that he wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood on his face.

Song Qing bared his teeth and looked at him for a long time before he held back a sentence.

"Zhao Cheng, did anyone say that I really want to beat you now."

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, turned over and sat up, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

Reached out and took her hand, put it to the lips and kissed it.

"Hit me and your hands will hurt."

"However, if Madame likes it, let you fight."

“……”

Song Qing lowered his head and blushed.

She was actually teased by a man and blushed and her heart beats.

Inadvertently sultry is the most able to make people blush and heartbeat.

Zhao Cheng is like this, obviously he doesn't talk much, and he usually looks like a very noble and cold person, but he still coaxes him occasionally.

Song raised his eyes and glanced at him, and hit him on the head angrily.

"I won't tell you, take me and change my clothes."

"Well, whatever Madame says, is what she says."

Zhao Cheng said as he reached out and hugged Song Qing into his arms, then put on his shoes, just hugged her and stood up and walked towards the door.

Song Qing looked at his side face, his eyes were silent, but there was a faint starlight in his eyes.

Originally? It's like having someone who loves you and spoils you.

It's very happy.

A woman, who doesn't want to have a husband who loves her? and a lovely child.

Now she seems to have it all.

Zhao Cheng hugged Song and strode towards the door? Then he opened the door and walked out.

The door on the opposite side was open, and it was quiet inside when Zhao Cheng walked in with Song Qing in his arms.

Even Zhao Yu was not there.

Looking at the neatly laid quilt? Song Qing couldn't help but speak.

"Zhao Yu got up early? It's all hurt, so don't take much rest. ”

After listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng opened his mouth and said, "My son went to school, you forgot that today is her first day of school." ”

"What? But his hand was still injured, so why did he go to school. This child, I am going to give him two days off, let him rest at home, and then let him go to school later. ”

Zhao Cheng hugged Song Qing and put the person in the closet, and said, "My son's injury just looks serious?" He will be able to heal his wounds himself, or he will be able to scab over in two days. ”

"So, you don't have to worry about him, no matter how bad it is, there is Zhang Ling in the school to take care of him, he knows what he wants to do."

Seriously? The son cannot be pampered, what is the use of the son raised in that way.

Song Qing listened to Zhao Chengyun's light words and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sure enough, you father and son can't be understood with common sense." Speaking of this, Song lightly opened the closet door and couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

"Was your son injured with you before?"

After listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng's heart instantly weakened.

The son was not only injured when he followed him, but often hung the lottery.

After all? To train a son? He was just thrown to the Dark Guard for training? Every day, when his son came back from practice, injuries of all sizes were inevitable.

Of course, doesn't he feel distressed to watch?

Naturally, it is distressing.

But his Zhao Cheng's world? Big fish eat little fish? Even if he wanted Zhao Yu to be an ordinary person, it was impossible for others to let him go.

So? He could only teach him his ability to survive, and this was the best he felt he could give him.

Thinking of his son Zhao Yu was in a trance, Zhao Cheng was very strict with his son,

"I may not be a good father."

Song Qing glanced up at him and reached out to hold his hand.

"No, you are a good father, I can see it from Zhao Yu's eyes."

Zhao Cheng snorted and reached out to stroke Song Qing's cheek.

"That's good."

"Then change your clothes! I'm going to wash up, and I'm okay to call me. ”

Song nodded lightly: "Okay, you go!" ”

Zhao Cheng nodded and turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door by the way.

In the room, Song Qing took the clothes and changed them and went to the bathroom on tiptoe to wash up.

Zhao Cheng washed up quickly, and when he walked into Song Qing's room again when he was dressed neatly, he was refreshed again.

After Zhao Cheng walked into the room, he saw Song Qing standing in the bathroom and washing.

Today's Song Qing wore a white T-shirt with a pair of loose trousers underneath, the kind he wears in summer.

Song Qing has a good figure and good looks, so he looks good no matter how he wears it.

In the bathroom, Song Qing had already washed up, and was combing his bangs with a comb.

Zhao Cheng walked to the door of the bathroom with his feet, and then propped himself on the door with one hand.

Looking at Song Qing, Zhao Cheng opened his mouth and asked.

"Are you alright?"

Song turned his head to look at him lightly, and reached out to put the comb down.

"Well, I'm fine."

Zhao Cheng saw that she was well, and walked forward and came to her.

"I'm hungry, I'll take it down for breakfast."

"Okay!" Song glanced at him and then took the initiative to reach out his hand, which obviously meant to hug.

After last night's closeness, Zhao Cheng could obviously feel that Song Qing seemed to be closer to him.

She's willing to be close to herself.

This is what Zhao Cheng is happy about.

I was happy in my heart, but my face was still very calm.

Zhao Cheng glanced at her, stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms, and then bent down to pick the person up.

After Song Qing was picked up by him, his hand subconsciously wrapped around his neck.

Now I'm really getting more and more used to him hugging myself.