"It's okay, I can't die yet." Song Zixuan became very angry when he thought about her greeting Qin Hanliang, so his words also had a sour taste.
Zhong Zhenzhen wasn't angry at all, "I'll put on medicine and go to bed as soon as I get home, and I'll be fine tomorrow."
Song Zixuan is also very upset. If things don't get better tomorrow, how will he meet people? Besides, tomorrow is such an important day for him.
Zhong Xiaozhe turned his head and looked at him, "Dad Song, does it hurt? I'll touch it for you."
Song Zixuan smiled comfortingly, and then his whole face became paralyzed. One word, "hurt"
But he was very pleased. Although his son's mother didn't care much about him, fortunately, his son treated him well.
After arriving home, Zhong Zhenzhen parked the car and told everyone to go back to their rooms to sleep.
Song Zixuan thought that she would care about him to some extent, but she didn't expect that he was completely empty in her eyes.
He felt sour, but at this time Zhong Xiaozhe threw him another difficult task - homework
While Zhong Zhenzhen went upstairs, Zhong Xiaozhe told him, "You promised me, and you are not allowed to go back on it."
Then he shouted to Zhong Zhenzhen, "Mom, I want to sleep with you today."
Song Zixuan had the urge to die when facing this kindergarten homework, but he agreed to Zhong Xiaozhe to deal with him for the time being, and then he would be properly disciplined as a father.
He picked up a pencil, imitated Zhong Xiaozhe's handwriting, and wrote "man" crookedly.
Speaking of which, he really began to doubt Zhong Zhenzhen's education method. Zhong Xiaozhe's handwriting was so ugly that she didn't even know how to find a tutor to teach her. All she did was eat, drink and poop every day.
After finishing his kindergarten homework, Song Zixuan looked at his disfigured face in the bathroom in a daze.
He washed his face and struggled a lot before daring to apply the medicine on his face. Finally, he felt like a ghost. Song Zixuan lay down in the room. He only felt that his face was cool and quite comfortable.
I fell asleep before I knew it
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At this time, Zhongzhen quietly lifted the quilt and looked downstairs. Song Zixuan was not in the living room. He must have fallen asleep. She took some ice from the refrigerator, wrapped it in a towel, and then sneaked into Song Zixuan's room.
Knowing that Song Zixuan was asleep, she secretly put a towel wrapped in ice cubes on both sides of Song Zixuan's cheeks, so that the burning would not hurt.
When I think of Song Zixuan's handsome face, he made it look like this...