Dongmei, who was cleaning the courtyard, saw the general entering the courtyard, so she quickly put down the broom and blessed the general.
"Where's Madam?"
Song Heng asked.
Dongmei looked in the direction of the main house and said, "Madam is in the house!"
Song Heng glanced at the main house, nodded, and walked towards the main house.
The two masters and servants in the house had already heard the conversation in the yard, and soon they saw Song Heng entering the house.
"General."
Cui'er stood by the Kang and blessed the general.
Song Heng nodded slightly, "Hey..." The boy An, who was sleeping, didn't know if he knew his father was coming, so he woke up with his little arms stretched out.
Shen Wan was going to pick up her son when he woke up, but Song Heng took a step ahead of her, walked to the cradle, and picked up the boy An when he woke up.
He hadn't seen his youngest son for a few days, and he was still thinking strangely.
When he heard his youngest son's voice, he walked directly to the cradle and hugged the little boy without thinking.
This little baby is growing up fast, but after not seeing him for a few days, he felt that the baby had grown up a lot.
The face also has a little fleshiness, and it looks very soft and cute.
"Ahhh..." Xiao An was held by his father, grabbing his father's hair hanging on his chest and stuffing it into his mouth.
Seeing that his son was trying to eat his own hair, Song Heng quickly stopped him.
"Don't eat daddy's hair."
Song Heng's voice was louder and his tone was stern.
Xiao Zi'an's little fist has been brought to his mouth, but he has not stuffed his hair into his mouth.
Staring at his father with two black grape-like eyes, his little mouth was about to cry.
When Song Heng saw that his youngest son was about to cry, he suddenly panicked, but he still said calmly: "How can a man cry so easily?"
Little An didn't know if he understood his father's words. His mouth was flat, his nose was twitching, but his tears didn't fall.
Cui'er looked at it and said with a smile: "Young Master really listens to the General's words. If the General says you are not allowed to eat hair, the Young Master won't eat it. If the General says you can't cry, the Young Master won't cry."
Hearing this, Shen Wan frowned unhappily and thought to herself: This little heartless guy, why haven't I seen him listen to me like this?
Obviously I gave birth to him, and I am the one who loves him most.
"Yeah?"
Song Heng looked down at his little son in his arms and smiled.
Huh! Shen Wan rolled her eyes secretly and said to Hui'er: "Zi'an must be hungry. You can carry him and feed him some milk!"
Yes, she deliberately asked Hui'er to take the boy An away. She couldn't see Song Heng holding her precious son, and she couldn't see her heartless little baby smiling toothlessly at Song Heng.
"General, give the young master to your slave!"
Huier took two steps forward and reached out to hug the young master.
Song Heng thought that he came here because he had something to discuss with Zi'an's mother, so he gave his youngest son to Hui'er.
The boy was placed in Hui'er's arms, still holding on to his father's hair.
Song Heng's hair was a little painful when he pulled it, and he said warmly: "Let go of Daddy's hair quickly."
I don't. The boy An was spitting bubbles at his father and babbling.
Song Heng patted his little hand gently, and then he let go of his father's hair with a pout, and then he was carried away by Hui'er, babbling.
Hui'er took the boy An away, leaving Shen Wan and Song Heng alone in the room.
"General, is there something wrong when you come here at this time?"
Shen Wan picked up the tea cup on the small table and looked at Song Heng and asked.
He usually doesn't come here at this time. In the past, he would come to see Xiao Zi'an and talk to Zi Ling every now and then after leaving his job.
Although he has some free time now that he has stopped working, if he had made a special trip to see Xiao An, he would not have let Huier carry Xiao An down.
Therefore, she guessed that he came here at this time because he had something to do with her.
Song Heng sat on the kang, picked up the teacup on the tea tray, turned the teacup over and placed it on the small table, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.