……

At this time, in the living room of the Zhao family, a friendly dialogue between father and son was being staged.

Yes, friendly conversation!

The first to speak was Zhao Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa at this time, eating a bag of potato chips in his hand.

"Father, I said when you and your mother will give me a sister, you should work harder." The boy's voice sounded a little immature, but it was very calm. However, that sound like a question about his father's ability in some way.

Zhao Cheng raised his head slightly, glanced at his son who was sitting diagonally opposite him, and he looked disgusted.

And what kind of eyes are there, what is it to make him work harder. Is this something that can be done with hard work? Thought it was digging potatoes?

It's that simple.

This.

It's annoying.

Glancing at his son coldly, Zhao Cheng said in a low voice: "Zhao Yu, have you been too idle lately." ”

Zhao Yu immediately waved his hand when he heard this, and he was very busy, "No, I'm not idle, the three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation are still waiting for me to study." ”

Obviously.

Zhao Chengcai didn't care whether his son was idle or not, he glanced at his son and said slowly: "I heard that a certain TV station doesn't hold any national math competition, you can try it." I saw that in addition to the prize money of 3 million, the first prize also gave a penguin pillow, which happened to be seen by your mother on TV two days ago, and she seemed to like it very much. ”

The implication is that such a glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you.

“……”

Zhao Yu reached out and accurately clamped the potato chips, threw them into his mouth and ate them.

"I feel like I've been tricked again."

But I couldn't refuse.

Glancing at his father, Zhao Yu opened his mouth and asked, "Are you sure your mother really likes that pillow?" ”

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"It's nature."

Zhao Yu reached out and put down the bag of potato chips in his hand and clapped his hands. "Okay, I'll sign up for it later, and give that pillow to my mom to win it back."

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Well, I am optimistic about you for my father." ”

Zhao Yu was suspicious.

"Wait, Dad, how do I feel like you're smiling."

Zhao Cheng shook his head.

"No, you're wrong."

Listening to the deep dialogue between one big and one small in his ears, Song Qing couldn't help but have a batch of black lines.

It's really her son and husband.

One used to be the world-powerful Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, and the other was also the king of a country, and together they were two naïve ghosts.

Hooking the corners of his lips, Song opened his eyes slowly. The man's chest and chin caught her eye, and she apparently fell asleep in his arms at some point, while she was lying on the couch on her side covered with a blanket.

I slept very deeply.

Song Qing felt that he had had a long dream, and he dreamed about what had happened with Zhao Cheng in ancient times.

Speaking of which, it has been almost half a month since I came back from the hospital.

The injuries he sustained when he kidnapped him were healed.

These days in the middle of the night, thinking about everything that he and Zhao Cheng have experienced, it is really not easy to think about it. But in the end, everything is going for the better.

Seeing that Song Qing woke up, Zhao Cheng reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Wake up."

Song nodded lightly.

"Well, I feel like I've had a long dream."

Zhao Cheng was stunned, "Dream? ”

"Yes! I dreamed about what happened to us in ancient times, and guess what I dreamed of? ”

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Come closer, I'll tell you."

"Okay."

After Zhao Cheng answered, he lowered his head and approached Song Qing.

Seeing that his parents ignored his show of affection, Zhao Yu stood up silently and sighed.

"So I'm the superfluous." Eating potato chips, Zhao Yu turned around and walked out of the house with a look of being too difficult with a look of me.

He didn't use the light bulb and was going to find a place to heal.

Seeing his son leaving, Song Qing couldn't help laughing.

"Who do you say your son looks like?"

Zhao Cheng said very honestly, "More like you." ”

"I was born like me."

Zhao Cheng nodded, "It's good to be like you." ”

"By the way, let's get down to business, guess what I dreamed of?"

Zhao Cheng was a little curious, "Well, let's talk about it." ”

Song Qing reached out and poked him in the chest.

"Well, I dreamed that I took advantage of your injuries to rip off your clothes, wrote my name on your chest, and finally molested you. It's a pity that the facts tell me that the third master is the third master, and such a serious injury can still be ......" Speaking of this, Song Qing instantly stopped his mouth, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, some images flashed in his mind, and his body instantly became very honest.

Fingers stroked the hair on her forehead, and Zhao Cheng asked lightly.

"And then?"

"I know and ask,, you are not serious."

"Really?"

"Huh, what do you say?"

Zhao Cheng smiled faintly and lowered his head to imprint a kiss on her forehead.

"Ma'am."

"Hmm."

"That's good."

"Well, it's nice to be with you, so be it! Honey, or we're giving birth to a daughter. My son's IQ is too high, and I can't even enjoy the fun of educating bear children, so I want to have another one. ”

Daughter.

Naturally, he wanted it.

However, thinking of the dangerous scene when she gave birth to her son before, although so much time has passed, he still has some lingering palpitations. Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but ask again, "Is medical care really okay now?" ”

Song Qing saw his worry and nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm in good health, and my medical level is good now." So it won't happen like it used to be. ”

"Well, when the time comes, let my son donate some blood in advance, just in case."

Song shook his head after hearing this.

"No, my son's physical condition is special, if he is discovered, it will not be good to be used by someone with a heart."

As the saying goes, the husband is innocent and guilty, and her son's blood is a critical moment, something that can save people's lives, if it is known to outsiders, it is conceivable.

"yes, I know."

Zhao Cheng said as he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Qing's waist and hugged the person into his arms.

Reaching out to encircle the person in his arms, Zhao Cheng lowered his head and leaned his chin against Song Qing's neck, and closed his eyes quietly.

"Let me hug me."

"Good!"

"Hey, I let you hug it, but I didn't let you do it."

"It's the same."

I wanted to argue, but my lips had been blocked, and the kiss of the third master was as domineering and strong as ever.

When the love was strong, Zhao Cheng leaned close to Song Qing and whispered, "Madam, let's go back to the room!" ”

“……”

It's broad daylight.

Big guy, you're really serious.

Without waiting for Song Qing to answer, Zhao Cheng had already lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on her face, then picked her up and stood up from the sofa, and went upstairs in an instant.

Therefore, it is good to have martial arts, and it is not a problem to fly the eaves and walk the wall.

The clothes in the room fell to the ground, and Song Qing, a delicate flower, was trembling after experiencing a lot of wind and rain.

Her family, Mr. Zhao, is worthy of being a martial arts practitioner, and he can't afford to be provoked.

Such a day is warm and peaceful, and Zhao Cheng's father and son are also completely integrated into modern society, if it weren't for the fact that she could still see the father and son fighting in the air, she would have almost forgotten that these two people were worn from ancient times.

(End of chapter)