Song Qiao attributed Gu Jingting's words to a whim or a new trick, and quickly forgot about it. She took the child upstairs and prepared to give them a bath.
Before Xiaotang was taken into the bathroom by Song Qiao, he stood at the door with a shy face and refused to move, "Mommy, just help Qiqi wash it."
"Why?" Song Qiao was a little confused.
Xiaotang grabbed the corner of his clothes, a suspicious blush gradually appeared on his fair face, "I'm a big kid now, I don't need mommy's help."
Moreover, if men and women are not allowed to have sex, he has to do it himself.
Song Qiao understood what he meant and said with a smile, "Then you go in and take a shower first. Mommy will be waiting outside. Just call me if you need anything."
"Um."
Xiaotang nodded and carried his clothes into the bathroom.
Qiqi took advantage of the opportunity and pounced directly into Song Qiao's arms. She said in a long and coquettish voice, "Mommy, I don't want to go to school, okay, okay, okay..."
Song Qiao has always had a headache regarding the issue of Qiqi going to school.
Probably because she was sick before, Song Qiao felt sorry for her and always doted on her. He never forced her as long as she didn't want to, which made Qiqi particularly resistant to going to school now.
I am almost five years old, and now I am almost having trouble adding and subtracting words within twenty.
"What do you want to do if you don't study?" Song Qiao felt that it was necessary to have a serious discussion with her about this issue.
Qiqi tilted her head, her eyes sparkling when she mentioned this topic, "There are many things you can do, go to the amusement park, go to the beach, or play with your brother."
"What happens next?" Song Qiao asked.
Qiqi didn't even think about it, "It can be like this in the future."
Song Qiao pulled her out of his arms and put her next to the bed and motioned for her to sit down, "Qiqi, you can't play all the time. If you don't go to school now, how will you support yourself when you grow up?"
Qiqi fell silent this time and did not answer immediately.
"In the future, you have to make money to support yourself, and when mommy gets old, you have to support mommy." Song Qiaozi carefully explained the truth to Qiqi.
"If you don't go to school, you won't have a degree, and it will be difficult to find a job. What will you do then?"
Qiqi lowered her little head, her face full of sorrow. She felt that what her mother said made sense, but deep down she was really resistant to going to school.
Song Qiao stopped preaching at the right time.
As long as Qiqi can start thinking, it's a good sign. There's no need to rush it.
Xiaotang quickly came out of the shower. As the mist dissipated, Song Qiao found that he was even wearing pajamas, and his hair was slightly damp, hanging down on his forehead.
"I've finished washing, you go ahead." Xiaotang came over and climbed onto the bed.
Song Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her son's behavior. She deliberately mischief, hugged Xiaotang and kissed him on the cheek several times, "Are you planning to avoid Mommy in the future?"
Xiaotang's cheeks turned red after being kissed, and she retorted, "No, I love Mommy the most."
"That's right." Song Qiao touched his head, "I'll go give my sister a bath first. You wait for us."
"good."
Song Qiao carried Qiqi into the bathroom, put out the bath water and was about to wash her hair. Qiqi suddenly thought of something, raised her head and said excitedly, "Mommy, when I grow up, I can find a rich man."
Husband."
"Then let him support us. After all, it is natural for men to make money to support their families."
Qiqi felt happy that she had thought of such a clever way, clenching her little fists and waving them constantly.
"..."
Song Qiao helplessly held her forehead. She was just happy that Qiqi could think seriously about going to school. When she turned around and heard such a crooked idea, she almost couldn't control her expression.
There was no way she could tell such a young child that men were not trustworthy in such topics.
"Let's take a shower first." After a long silence, Song Qiao had no choice but to say.
After packing Qiqi, Song Qiao lay with them on the same bed and told them stories. The two little guys hadn't slept with their mother for a long time, and Song Qiao was firmly sandwiched between them, one on the left and the other on the right.
After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
Song Qiao lowered his head, looked at their sleeping faces, and quietly turned off the light.
…
Early the next morning, Song Qiao woke up to a knock on the door. Her body woke up before her head, and she walked out of the room in a daze. As soon as she opened the door, she heard Momo's purring voice.
"It's terrible, it's terrible. Do you know what the news is today?" As she spoke, she turned around and saw that Song Qiao still had his eyes closed and seemed completely unresponsive.
The desire to share was immediately poured cold water on me.
Momo hated the iron, and shook her shoulders crazily, "Wake up, don't fall asleep, open your eyes quickly."
Song Qiao was shaken so much that she reluctantly opened her eyes, "Okay, okay, tell me, what happened?" She walked to the table and poured herself a glass of water.
"Today, the hot searches on Weibo have exploded." Momo said, "Yang Qingyue actually found an old man to be her other half. Do you think she is so upset?"
"What old man?" Song Qiao didn't pay attention yet.
"His name is Huang Zhengfa, he is a real estate manager." Momo took out her mobile phone and looked through Weibo records to show her, "Look at him like this, he could be Yang Qingyue's father."
The screen was magnified several times in front of his eyes, and Mr. Huang's face with several layers of fat was also revealed in front of Song Qiao.
"Pfft...cough cough cough..."
Her dazed consciousness was completely restored at this moment, and the water she just drank in her mouth almost spat out, "How did they end up together?"
Even if Song Qiao knew what happened that night, he never thought that the subsequent development would be like this.
Yang Qingyue...and Mr. Huang?
Song Qiao felt that the world in front of her was a bit magical. Otherwise, Yang Qingyue was an extremely beautiful person anyway, and she could definitely find someone with better conditions.
"Really, you think she's crazy too, right?" Momo winked at Song Qiao, "Her fans are going crazy now, and some of them can't stand it and have lost their fans."
Song Qiao took the phone and looked through the comments on Weibo.
——[My way of opening Weibo must be wrong.]
——[Yang Qingyue, and this pig?]
——[This world is crazy. If they don’t separate, I will turn from being a fan to being a fan.]
As I watched along the way, there were some people scolding me, some people mocking me, and even more people watching the show.
Song Qiao thought about it and felt that it would not be that simple. After a while, she suddenly thought of something and picked up her mobile phone to send a message to Gu Jingting, "Does Yang Qingyue's matter have anything to do with you?"
A few seconds later, the man's message came back, "Go downstairs and I'll tell you face to face."
What?
Song Qiao's head went numb again. Is Gu Jingting downstairs? Why is he downstairs?
"Are you... kidding me?" Song Qiao asked cautiously.
Gu Jingting didn't reply immediately. Then, a call came in, and it was from him. "Do you want me to go upstairs in person and see if it's true or false?"
