Seeing her like this, Mrs. An couldn't help but feel anxious. She grabbed Song Qiao's hand and said, "Didn't you two, everything that was supposed to happen in the room yesterday happened?"
"I'm telling you, don't worry about anything, you have to let him take responsibility."
Song Qiao felt a thunderclap in his mind, and his whole body turned red from the inside out.
There was a sound of kicking in the room, and Qiqi and Xiaotang ran out. She sat up in a panic, and quickly reached out to cover Aunt An's mouth.
"I, no..." Song Qiao said intermittently, "You misunderstood."
"Mommy!"
Qiqi and Xiaotang rushed over with a smile.
Song Qiao looked at them and felt frightened. She said to Aunt An, "Things are not what you think. I will explain to you later."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and hugged the two children, "What's wrong?"
Qiqi raised her head, stared at the silk scarf around Song Qiao's neck, and suddenly asked, "Mommy, why are you wearing a scarf?"
Song Qiao's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the little one would discover something, so she said calmly, "It's too cold outside, Mommy can't bear it."
"Oh." Qiqi nodded her little head and suddenly looked up at Song Qiao with a bright smile, "Mommy looks great wearing a silk scarf, like a fairy."
"Qiqi's mouth is so sweet." Song Qiao tapped her nose.
Aunt An was still a little unresponsive. She leaned on the sofa and watched Song Qiao interact with the child. Her head seemed to be a little hard to turn. What do you mean it was not what she thought?
She obviously heard it with her own ears last night.
With this doubt in mind, Mrs. An ate the whole meal absent-mindedly.
After finally finding a break for Qiqi and Xiaotang to watch TV, she hurriedly pulled Song Qiao into the room and asked, "What's going on between you and Mr. Gu?"
When she finished speaking, she may have felt that her tone was too harsh, so she softened her expression and said earnestly, "I don't want to take care of you, but I just think it's not easy for you to take care of your children by yourself. I regard you as my daughter in my heart, so I have more
Just say a few words."
Song Qiao smiled and shook her head, "I know." She held Aunt An's hand, "I also regard you as my elder in my heart."
Hearing this, Mrs. An was relieved a little. Thinking of the unfinished topic before, she asked anxiously, "Then what is your current relationship with Mr. Gu?"
Song Qiao thought about it and said, "He and I are currently just like a boss and an employee."
She briefly told Mrs. An about the situation in the studio.
After making sure Mrs. An understood, Song Qiao said, "As for last night, when I came back, I accidentally fell. He sent me back to help me apply medicine, nothing else."
"Just, it's that simple?" Aunt An still didn't react.
Song Qiao was funny, "Of course."
Mrs. An was doubtful, but she was obviously relieved. She thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about it. In that regard...it's best to wait until marriage."
"Okay, I know." Song Qiao heard the concern in her tone and responded seriously.
After Mrs. An finished explaining what needed to be explained, she finally found her mind to do something else.
As soon as they saw her off, Qiqi and Xiaotang poked their heads in from outside the door. They held the door open, their heads folded, looking at Song Qiao eagerly, their grape-like eyes seemed to be able to talk.
"What are you doing waiting at the door? Come in." Song Qiao waved to them.
The two little guys got the permission, ran in happily, and then lay on Song Qiao's lap, one on the left and the other on the right.
"What's wrong?" Song Qiao asked.
Qiqi and Xiaotang didn't say anything. They lowered their heads and opened Song Qiao's hand. Sure enough, they saw a bloody wound inside, and their brows immediately frowned.
Qiqi blew on the wound distressedly and asked, "Mommy, does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Seeing them like this, Song Qiao understood that they knew everything.
After all, there was a lot of commotion on the Internet, and she usually didn't deliberately restrict the two little guys from playing with computers and mobile phones, so she couldn't hide it.
Sure enough, Xiaotang asked from the side, "Is Mommy's silk scarf to cover the wound?"
Song Qiao reached out and pulled off the silk scarf, revealing the gauze covering the wound, "Yes, Mommy didn't want you to worry, so she blocked it, but now it seems that I can't hide anything from you."
She pretended to sigh helplessly and said pitifully, "I won't be able to hide any little secrets from you from now on."
Xiaotang said seriously, "Mommy shouldn't have hidden it from us in the first place. We are a family and we have to face any problems together, right?"
Qiqi was beside her. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and she had tears in her eyes. "It's all because of our uselessness that Mommy has to work so hard."
After she finished speaking, she could no longer control her emotions and began to drop golden beans.
Song Qiao originally wanted to laugh to lighten the mood, but Qiqi suddenly started crying. Before she could speak, she found that the person in the small hall next to her also had red eyes.
He was obviously stronger than Qiqi. He endured it without crying, but tears welled up in his eyes, and he was on the verge of collapse.
Song Qiao looked around, then finally gave up and sat among them and began to suffer.
"Why am I so pitiful? It's obvious that I was injured, and now I have to comfort you." She raised her hand to wipe away the non-existent tears, "Oh, my wound is starting to hurt."
Qiqi and Xiaotang were shocked when they heard this and quickly held back their tears.
They asked again and again, "Mommy, where does it hurt? Let's help you blow it."
Song Qiao stretched out his hand and said, "My hand hurts, please blow it for me."
Qiqi and Xiaotang believed it, lowered their heads and blew her hands seriously. When she said it was okay, they also forgot about what they were about to cry about just now.
"Okay, thank you, honey." Song Qiao hugged them both and gave each of them a kiss.
Qiqi and Xiaotang were immediately happy. They held Song Qiao's arms and asked, "Mommy, can we sleep with you today? You are injured and need our care."
I also found a pretty plausible excuse.
Song Qiao did not expose their little thoughts and said, "Okay, then you go take a shower first, and then come over and sleep."
After receiving her permission, Qiqi and Xiaotang cheered and rushed to leave.
"Grandma An, help us take a bath quickly, I want to go to bed." Qiqi shouted loudly.
Xiaotang insists on doing his own things now. He no longer needs Aunt An to take care of himself, so he simply rushes to the room.
Half an hour later.
Song Qiao was lying in the middle, with a sweet-smelling little guy lying on each side. She took out the storybook and said, "Okay, let me tell you a new story today."
"Once upon a time..."
Probably because they were lying next to their mother, Qiqi and Xiaotang fell asleep very quickly. Only halfway through the story, they were already asleep. Their bellies rose and fell slightly with their breathing, making them look particularly cute.
Qiqi may have dreamed of delicious food, so she turned around and smacked her lips.
All Song Qiao's fatigue was swept away when he saw this scene.
She turned off the light and whispered, "Good night."
