Qingmei can flirt with Han, but Gao Leng Zhuma can't stand it

Chapter 55 Let's Go Shopping

Song Yichen heard Mummy Song's exclamation when the lid of the pot fell to the ground, and gave her a cold look.

Tucao said, "How big a person can still burn himself."

Mummy Song didn't say anything, she washed her fingers with cold water, and then stir-fried the potato sticks in the pot.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Yichen couldn't sit still and got up and went to the living room.

"Where's the medicine cabinet?"

Song Yi squatted down and rummaged through the drawer under the TV series, and found several boxes of burn medicine.

"Come here." Song Yichen just took a box without thinking too much.

Mummy Song saw that the french fries in the pot were almost done, so she turned off the fire and fished them out, "It's all right."

"Come here." Song Yichen's voice was a little impatient.

When Mummy Song heard her son's impatient voice, she put down the colander in fear and walked over.

"hand."

Song's mother stretched out her hand honestly, and looked at her son who had grown to her waist, with her head down and her black hair covering her eyebrows and eyes.

For a moment, I felt that my eye sockets were swollen, and there was an unknown liquid filling the eye sockets.

"All right."

Song Yichen gave her good medicine, and the moment she raised her head, Mummy Song's tears fell.

It landed on the tip of his pointed nose.

Mummy Song hurriedly wiped it with her hand, then turned around, "Let's eat."

Song Yichen stood still for a long time before wiping away the tears from the tip of his nose, watching Mummy Song turn around and walk into the kitchen.

At that moment, he felt that he had forgiven the miserable woman in front of him.

Mummy Song didn't speak at the dinner table, so Song Yichen naturally didn't say anything either.

There was only the sound of chewing in the small room, but it seemed much warmer.

After dinner, Song Yichen sat under an electric fan and read a book, fanning it with a notebook.

But the sweat still flowed down the cheeks to the neck.

Mummy Song cleaned up the kitchen, "Why don't we go shopping."

On such a hot day, let's go shopping.

Song Yichen shook his head, it's so hot.

"Go and buy some clothes, Mommy hasn't bought clothes for you yet."

Mummy Song looked at Song Yichen and said.

Song Yichen didn't want to go, but seeing her looking at him pitifully made her heart soften.

"Ok."

Mummy Song was very happy when her son agreed.

She feels happy doing anything with her son.

Because there was no taxi here, Mommy Song took Song Yichen for a while, and then waved for a taxi when they reached the main road.

Go to the shop.

The shopping guide's eyes lit up when he saw Song Yichen. The clothes Song Yichen wore were all bought by Mrs. Song, so they were naturally expensive.

The shopping guide came up and posted it next to Song Yichen, "Is there anything I need?"

Mummy Song didn't come in from the back, she tugged on her outdated dress, for fear of embarrassing her son.

Song Yichen looked back, "Is it okay?"

"Here we come, we come." Mummy Song mustered up the courage to step in.

The shopping guide thought it was his servant.

There is no hospitality.

Just surrounded Song Yichen and asked this and that.

Song Yichen saw that he was the young master of that family, with a delicate face and expensive clothes and hats.

Mummy Song didn't care what those people thought, she walked up to a children's striped short sleeve and said, "Son, try this one."

Song Yichen took a look and didn't like it, then shook his head.

The shopping guide looked at Song Yichen in surprise, and then at Mummy Song.

If you look carefully, the two of them look quite alike, but why the son's clothes are so extraordinary, and the mother's clothes are so out of class.

Those people looked a little unhappy, thinking that adults have no money, what good clothes can children buy.

No sarcasm though, just walk away and leave them alone.

Mummy Song took another piece and Song Yichen still shook her head.

(End of this chapter)