Song Anhe chuckled, "Eat strawberries. My mother sent them fresh."
ChuFei far thoughtfully for an instant to make a layer of cold, picked up the little rice cake and stepped out of the living room.
Song Anhe’s heart thumped and followed Chu Feiyuan’s back for a second. "Grandma, what happened to him?"
The old lady picked up a strawberry and tasted it. She couldn’t help but praise it as "really sweet" and turned her eyes to Song Anhe. "Don’t worry about him. He is not in a good mood."
Song Anhe stunned for two seconds and smiled. "Sister and brother-in-law have a good relationship."
The old lady smiled, "Is that mainly because your sister is better to keep Xiaoyuan away from your sister for a second?"
Song Anhe ate a strawberry and didn’t respond to the old lady’s words.
……
For the next five days, Shi Qian went to Qiao Mutian every day, while Song Anqiao had to stay in the sweet shop to avoid her mother.
This afternoon, Shi Qian went to sit in the corner of the shop. Song Anqiao’s voice was gentle and polite. "Miss, have I ever seen you somewhere?" I always feel that you are familiar. "
Section 215
Through the observation of Song Anqiao these days, I found that the man in front of me is not a bad person, but is oversensitive.
Song Anqiao put on guard and smiled, "You have seen me."
"oh? Where? " Shi Qian was surprised and asked
"d king palace banquet" song anqiao woke up.
Shi Qian’s brow at the table is deeply like "Oh, yes, yes, you are that girl" after thinking for a moment.
Seeing that he remembered Song Anqiao’s smiling eyes and bending Shi Qian, he took the initiative to say, "I remember your last name is Song, right?"
Song anqiao nodded
"Does Miss Song also like this sweet house?" Shi Qian found a breakthrough and asked quietly, "I have been obsessed with this family once before, and I just came back to Nanshi to work this year and came here every day."
Song Anqiao listened to Shi Qian’s words and casually revealed his affection for Qiao Mutian.
"I noticed that Miss Song must be very fond of it every day these days," Shi Qian affirmed.
Song Anqiao laughed, "Yes, I like it very much."
Shi Qian couldn’t help but wonder, "It’s amazing to meet Miss Song again in Nanshi."
"I didn’t expect to meet Mr. William again."
It is a kind of fate that the universe can meet.
The two chatted for a while, and Shi Qian looked down at the wrist watch. The gentleman said, "Miss Song, I’m sorry I have something to do, so I won’t bother you today."
Watching Shi Qian leave Song Anqiao is boring. Her mother should go back at 5: 20 pm.
……
Back to Luhai Villa, Song Anqiao’s taxi looks at the door first. It seems that there is no shadow of her mother. It’s a sigh of relief. Song Anqiao walked in and heard her sister laughing. Her mother hasn’t gone back yet, has she?
I was thinking about going back to Song Anhe and seeing Song Anqiao at the door. "Jojo, you are back."
“……”
Song anqiao crustily skin of head and walked in.
Her mother Yu Caiqing was not in sight. She took a look at Chu Feiyuan. He was teaching his daughter to knead clay figurine Song Anqiao and walked over. The voice was very low. "Why are you back so early?"
Chu Fei looked up at Song Anhe and answered, "My brother-in-law has come back so early these days."
Song Anqiao wondered, "These days?" She doesn’t even know
Chu Feiyuan stretched out his hand and pulled Song Anqiao’s little hand to let her sit with deep eyes and glanced at her thin lips slowly. "Hands are so cold?"
Song anqiao’s frowning mood is still struggling with why he came back so early these days.
Look at my sister and my brother-in-law, Song Anhe, with a faint smile, like "Jojo, look at the little rice cake and pinch the clay figurine"
Song anqiao smells like pinching a person in the past, but it doesn’t seem like it, huh? Children are always full of childlike innocence.
My daughter’s mother likes everything. Song Anqiao couldn’t help but touch "My daughter is really amazing"
"It’s mainly dad who teaches well," the old lady said with a smile.
Song Anqiao stared, "Did you come back so early to teach your daughter to pinch clay figurines?"
"Can’t you?" Men pick eyebrow sound a little proud.
Song Anqiao looked at him like a ghost and lowered his eyes to see his clay figurine "So … what is this pinch?"
The dark eyes narrowed and Chu Fei was far away, and the tone was serious "You!"
"Me?"
Song Anqiao listened and looked at the expression on the clay figurine’s face, which was quite disgusting. "I’m not that ugly."
She sat down from the sofa to the carpet, hugged her daughter and let her sit in her arms. "Mom taught you to pinch."
Song anqiao is no stranger to making sweets and pinching things.
The little rice cake is very good, sitting in her mother’s arms with a very serious face.
Chu Fei sat far away on the sofa and his lips seemed to evoke a smile. The focus of the mother and daughter made his heart warm.
Half an hour later, Song Anqiao taught his daughter to hold hands and rush to the man’s heart. "Look, this is the clay figurine."
They are not far from cartoons.
Song Anhe was surprised, "Wow, it seems."
Chu Fei’s eyes glanced lightly at her proud little face and then slowly floated out a "ok"
It’s actually very good.
Song anqiao gave him a white eye. What do you mean, it’s okay? It is very good.
The family washed their hands before dinner.