Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 581 Have a Premonition? (3 more)
When Song Wei went to the study in the outer courtyard, he unexpectedly saw his two sons there.

Song Yuanbao hadn't finished the homework assigned by the instructor, and he was writing quickly at the moment, while Jin Bao was sitting on the high stool next to him with his legs drooping and eating snacks, his little mouth made a crisp sound of "crackling" from time to time .

Seeing such a scene, Song Wei's eyes warmed up. He walked over and tapped Jinbao on the head, "It is forbidden to bring food into the study, but you eat it recklessly."

The door of the study room was ajar, Song Wei came in without making a sound, Jinbao only found out that his father had arrived, and it was too late for him to hide snacks, so he could only try his best to grin, trying to get a good deal Be a good boy, and pass the snacks in the oil paper bag to Song Wei by the way.

Song Wei looked down and saw that it was a bag of crispy fried broad beans. He didn't pick it up, "It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

Jin Bao pointed to Song Yuanbao who was still concentrating on his homework, and said, "Wait for brother."

After Song Yuanbao moved back, Jinbao also fell in love with his big cool bed that was warm in winter and cool in summer. He lived with his elder brother in the outer courtyard when he was only four years old, and slept together every night until Song Yuanbao finished his work.

Hearing this, Song Wei turned his gaze to his eldest son.

In the past, Song Yuanbao would do his homework as soon as he came back, and he was about to take a break at this time. It was rare for Song Yuanbao to continue writing at bedtime like today.

And since Song Wei entered the door, he didn't seem to notice it, he didn't even raise his head, and he never stopped writing, obviously he was in a hurry.

Seeing this, Song Wei didn't bother, and pulled Jin Bao to sit in the ear room next door.

Song Yuanbao knew that his father had been here before, so it wasn't that he didn't want to talk to people, he was really in a hurry.

When school was over in the evening, he was dragged out to a party by that enthusiastic classmate Lin, and he came back late, and he hadn't finished his homework yet.

In fact, it’s okay for him to stay up all night, but the little guy Jinbao has to wait for him every night before he is willing to sleep. Melt into the sea of ​​questions, and don't let the extra thoughts go to other things, so when Song Wei came, he didn't even say hello.

It might be disrespectful to put this kind of thing on others, but Song Yuanbao knew very well that Song Wei had a sensible temperament and was not the kind of person who would get downcast just because of a trivial matter.

Song Wei really understood him, and that's why he dragged Jin Bao away, so as not to let the little guy go down and disturb Song Yuanbao.

Right now the father and son were sitting in the side room, Jin Bao completely quieted down, stopped eating snacks, and put his head down on the table to pick his fingers.

When he was young, Jin Bao would act coquettishly in front of Song Wei, but now as he grows older, he is no longer clinging to Song Wei, and those little tricks of acting coquettishly can only be used with Wen Wan, and he is extraordinarily well behaved towards his own father.

Song Wei sat for a long time without listening to him, and asked himself, "Have you finished your homework?"

Jin Bao nodded.

Song Wei glanced at the snacks on the table, "Eat less of those things, it's not good for your health."

Jin Bao still nodded.

Song Wei rarely saw him like this, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "What did you do to your conscience?"

Jin Bao nodded halfway, then quickly shook his head, "No."

Song Wei probably guessed it, moved to sit next to him, and asked softly, "Still thinking about Mr.?"

Now, Jinbao didn't deny it.

Although what the mother said is very reasonable, the husband should live like a normal person, but when he thinks that after the husband recovers, the Xu who can irritate him with just a few words will gradually disappear, Jin Bao can't tell uncomfortable.

Song Wei saw the reluctance in his son's eyes, and didn't directly blame him, but said to him: "Actually, Mr. Xu has always envied you."

"Envy me?" Jin Bao met his father's eyes with doubts written on his small face.

Song Wei nodded, "Yes, he envies that you can run, jump, speak well, express your inner happiness and dislikes articulately, and envy you that you can eat whatever you want, but in order to save time, most of the time he can only drink You have to feed the porridge spoonful by spoonful, otherwise you won’t be able to make time to give you a lecture.”

As Song Wei spoke, he glanced at his son's reaction.

Seeing him frowning and meditating, Song Wei continued: "If one day, like you, he can eat the meat he wants, reach for the things he wants to take, turn around and run when he encounters danger, he doesn't have to worry about being caught by others." Grab it all at once, and you won’t be ridiculed for being slow, are you willing to give him this chance?”

Song Weiyue said that Jin Baoyue felt that Mr. was very pitiful, and he pursed his lips, "Can those two elder brothers really cure Mr.?"

Song Wei raised his hand, straightened his collar for him, and said, "Whether it can be cured or not, you have to try it to know."

"OK then."

Jin Bao sniffed, and rubbed his cheek against Song Wei's arm.

After Song Yuanbao finished his homework, it was already a stick of incense. He stood up, twisted his neck, heard voices from the next door, and walked towards this side.

The lights were on inside, and Song Wei seemed to be talking to the little guy, his voice was too low to hear clearly.

Seeing Song Wei tidying the collar of the little guy himself, Song Yuanbao seemed to have seen himself when he was a child, his brows softened, and he shouted inside, "Jinbao, aren't you sleepy?"

Hearing the sound, he got into the BMW and turned his head. After meeting Song Yuanbao's gaze, he stood up, opened his arms and ran out with short legs.

Song Yuanbao was afraid that he would trip over him, so he picked him up and muttered, "I haven't hugged him for a few days, and I've gained weight again."

After saying goodbye to Song Wei, he took his younger brother back to his room to sleep.

After the study room became quiet, Song Wei walked in and began to deal with official business.

Because he had just been transferred to Taichang Temple, the new government office had to adapt to the new environment, and he had to memorize the sacrificial etiquette of the ancestral temple at Taichang Temple as soon as possible, so there were several thick books at hand that he hadn't had time to read.

Song Wei has always been serious in his work, and it is easy to get lost in reading a book. After reading it, it is late at night.

There is no snow tonight, and the wind outside is not too strong.

When Song Wei realized that it was late at night, he originally planned to stay in the study room, but after thinking about it, he felt that the study room was too cold, and it was fine if the earth dragon was not burned. fall asleep.

After closing the thread-bound book, he rubbed his slender fingers that were frozen. When he got up, he extinguished the candle with tweezers, and walked slowly towards the inner courtyard.

At this time, everything was supposed to be silent, but when Song Wei entered the Qingteng Residence, he could faintly hear the cry of a baby.

He looked at the main room for the first time.

The lights in Wen Wan's room were turned off.

She was tired tonight, and the west wing was separated from the main room by a distance, so Qi Bao's crying voice was very low, not to mention gentle in the inner room, even the maids who were watching the night outside might not be able to hear her.

Song Wei stood at the gate of the courtyard for a while, then turned around and went to the west chamber.

Nanny Qin had already held Qi Bao in her arms, and gently patted the little baby on the back to lull her to sleep.

Although Qi Bao's cry was a little softer, she was still crying.

Song Wei entered the door, glanced at Nanny Qin who was holding the child and turned her back to her, and asked aloud, "What's going on?"

Nanny Qin didn't seem to expect him to come, she hurriedly turned around, and it was inconvenient to hold the child to salute, so she said directly: "Master, it's normal for children to cry at night, just coax them to behave."

As she said that, her face flushed, "This slave girl wants to breastfeed my sister, so please master first..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Wei had strode out of the door of the west chamber. Because he was worried about his daughter's condition, he didn't go far and stood outside the door. slender.

I don't know how long it took before Nanny Qin's voice came from inside, "Master, the servants are finished feeding."

Some words, when the sky is blue and the sun is bright, have a very different effect from those spoken in the dead of night.

You are already in a sensitive state at night, and if you are a little provocative, it is easy to make people feel fancy.

What's more, there is still a plump little nanny inside.

If it was an ordinary man, he would have been dreaming about it for a long time.

It's a pity that Song Wei is not that ordinary man, he didn't enter the west chamber again, but asked through the door and window, "Qi Bao is asleep?"

"Just fell asleep." Qin's voice was soft and soft.

Song Wei heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "If there is anything to do, come to the main room to inform immediately, don't hide it."

Before the people inside could say anything, he had already walked towards the main room.

When she took off her robe and got on the bed, she unexpectedly found that Wen Wan was awake.

Song Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Haven't slept yet?"

"Wait for you." Wen Wan replied casually, keeping her eyes on him, as if asking casually: "Have you been dealing with official duties so far?"

Song Wei said truthfully: "I'm not very familiar with Taichang Temple, there are many books to read."

"Oh." Wen Wan lowered her eyelashes.

Song Wei could hear the taste of perfunctory from this short tone, he didn't rush to lie down, and stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of her nose, "Who are you getting emotional with?"

Gently sighed, "How dare I, I just feel relieved that my husband is so charming."

If Song Wei still can't hear the clues to what this means, the couple of seven or eight years will be in vain.

"Have a hunch?" He stared at her with a serious expression.

(End of this chapter)