Song Shengsheng seemed to be about to drown in endless entanglement.
No matter what Fu Cheng said, she only knew to say yes now.
Everyone is going to be stupid.
Song Shengsheng thought in a confused manner that he could not marry an officer, and he would not be blessed to be able to get married.
She took a short rest, lay on the bed, gasping, and it took a long time to recover.
Fu Cheng was dressed neatly and even went to the kitchen to heat up the food he had just called from the canteen.
Song Shengsheng’s face turned red, and she changed into a skirt.
I cleaned myself before going out. My son and husband were both at the dining table, and she liked to eat several dishes on the table.
Fu Luochi looked at his mother eagerly.
Song Shengsheng walked over and looked at her son’s expectant eyes. She bent down and kissed him twice on the forehead.
My mother will always be fragrant.
Fu Luochi likes the fragrance of her mother and her kisses very much.
In the past few days, he has to go home after school every day. He will only go to Uncle Lu’s place when he sees his parents not coming back.
Song Shengsheng ate a lot tonight, and her son and husband had both finished eating, but she was still eating.
I’m really hungry and tired.
Fu Luochi ate very little, afraid that his mother would not eat enough.
Fu Cheng didn’t move his chopsticks much either. He didn’t eat much, and it was even harder to swallow what he ate when he was on a mission outside.
As long as you can fill your stomach and maintain your physical strength.
Whatever you eat will be the same for him.
Fu Luochi waited for his mother to finish eating, but he couldn’t help but whisper his wish, “Mom.”
Song Shengsheng looked down at him, and the little boy straightened his mouth: “Can you take Xiaochi out next time?”
He also wanted to go.
The little tail that wants to be a mother. “The teacher said that Xiaochi is very smart and can do it once he teaches. Even if I take two days off, it doesn’t matter.”
Of course, Song Shengsheng knew that her son was invincible and smart.
Otherwise, I won’t become a scientific researcher in the future.
She felt that the book she dreamed of might not be completely correct. Fu Luochi is her biological son and is still her little follower now.
I will really treat her as a mother in the future.
Do you recognize Zhao Xiaoning as your mother?
However, in that novel, she and Fu Luochi haven’t met much for at least ten years, and there should be no connection between the mother and son.
Kissing when you were a child does not mean you kiss when you grow up.
It seems understandable to think about it this way.
Song Shengsheng looked at his son’s obedient and beautiful face and couldn’t help but feel soft-hearted, “Okay, mom will take you wherever he goes in the future.”
Kid Fu Luochi took the opportunity to get more and more frustrated, “Then I will sleep with my mother tonight.”
I want to hold his little pillow and sleep next to her.
This little pillow that Fu Luochi likes is also sewn by his mother before. It is very soft and comfortable to sleep.
Small request.
Song Shengsheng refused him again. Such anticipated eyes always reminded her of the child in her dream of not very good Chinese.
Also has the same gaze.
The calm is full of desire.
The desire to get incredible.
Song Shengsheng rubbed his hair: “Okay.”
In the evening, the child Fu Luochi took the initiative to lay out the bed, not only brought a small pillow, but also his small quilt.
Of course, he wanted to cover the same quilt with his mother.
Fu Cheng refused to comment on this. After taking a shower, he saw his son lying beside his wife, hiding in his mother’s arms, which was very quiet and easy to satisfy.
A warm halo shines on them.
She looked gentle and leaned against the pillow to read. She might be sleepy. Her eyelashes were blinking and her eyes were almost closed.
Fu Cheng’s heart was slightly moved. It would be great if time could continue like this.
The book slammed and gently covered her face. Her head tilted gently to the side, and she fell asleep unknowingly.
Fu Cheng took light steps and walked over to remove the book covering her face.
It was the high school mathematics textbook he brought to her before, and there were exercises he had done.
He knew she had been to high school and did not continue until she finished it.
My math grades are not very good either. The theoretical knowledge in the book is a bit obscure and difficult to understand, and even exercises with answers on it are not easy to understand.
A lot of processes are omitted for each step.
No basics, it’s hard to understand.
Fu Cheng thought she asked him for a book before, saying that she wanted to study more, but she was just a whim.
But these days, she holds the book and chews it with her time. It can be seen that she has difficulty reading, but she has never thought of giving up.
Even though my eyebrows were knotted, my face was written with bitter words.
I was still looking at it with a bit of bullet and would come to ask him if I didn’t understand it very much.
Song Shengsheng is not only weak in mathematics, but also not very good at foreign languages. He is struggling to learn and feels a little embarrassed to read. Maybe he feels ashamed of his awkward English accent.
Fu Cheng turned off the lights, hugged his wife and children, and fell asleep.