When Su Changfeng came home, Song Qingge was wearing an apron and making dinner for Su Su.
Su Su is painting, accompanied by her nanny.
Seeing that Su Changfeng had returned home, Su Su flew up happily, put down her paintbrush, and trotted up to him.
"Dad, why did you come back just now? Did you buy the watercolor I wanted?"
Su Su hugged Su Changfeng's thigh and asked with big eyes twinkling.
Su Changfeng smiled and carried her into the living room.
"Dad is delayed by something. Hey, isn't this the watercolor you wanted?"
Su Changfeng handed her a large box of watercolors.
Su Su immediately happily kissed him on the face: "Thank you, Dad."
At this time, Song Qingge came out wearing an apron.
Although she is dressed in home attire, it does not affect the S-shaped curve of her figure at all.
Especially wearing an apron makes her look like a pretty cook.
"Qingge, why are you cooking by yourself?" Su Changfeng smiled and put the mobile phone keys on the side cabinet.
Song Qingge put the braised pork on the dining table: "I happened to have nothing to do today, so I came back early. But you, where have you been? It took you so long to come back."
Su Changfeng smiled coquettishly: "I met an acquaintance on the road and ran some errands with her, which wasted some time."
Song Qingge's beautiful eyes flashed: "This acquaintance of yours is a pretty woman, isn't she?"
Su Changfeng coughed twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, don't get me wrong, we are just ordinary friends. She was hit by a car on the road and couldn't go to the orphanage alone to see her adopted child..."
Song Qingge snorted: "Don't explain so much to me, I don't want to hear it."
After saying that, she turned around and walked to the kitchen again.
Su Changfeng felt a headache.
This little girl must be jealous again.
He was about to go to the kitchen to coax Song Qingge. Suddenly, Su Su pulled his pants: "Dad, where did this little gourd come from? I want to play with it."
Su Su took his key and pointed at the small gourd hanging on the key.
This small gourd was exactly the one Cheng Qianxi gave her when they separated in the afternoon.
Su Changfeng quickly put away the small gourd. If Song Qingge saw it, it would be difficult to explain.
"Dad, I want a small gourd, I want a small gourd, why are you hiding it?"
Su Su pursed her lips and said dissatisfied.
Just when Su Changfeng wanted to coax her, Song Qingge came over.
"Susu, what little gourd is that?"
Su Su pointed at Su Changfeng: "Dad hid it."
Su Changfeng quickly took out the small gourd: "Oh, this is it. I bought it at a roadside stall. I was afraid that the quality was not good and would hurt Su Su, so I didn't want it to be played with."
Song Qingge picked up the small gourd from his hand.
A fragrance unique to women, mixed with some indescribable aroma, penetrated her nostrils.
She immediately knew where the little gourd came from.
Song Qingge looked at Su Changfeng: "You don't have to be so stingy. Although this little thing is a gift from a beautiful woman, it won't break if you give it to Su Su to play with."
"Why, she is more important than Susu in my heart?"
Song Qingge's words were full of sourness and dissatisfaction.
Su Changfeng was about to cry.
"Don't get me wrong, okay? I won't tell you just because I'm afraid you'll misunderstand me."
Just when Su Changfeng was feeling a little dizzy, he suddenly discovered that Su Su was lying on the sofa and fell asleep.