Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 89 What Do I Want To Do? (4)
Jin Ziqi just took two more steps inside when he heard a cheerful and familiar childish voice.

With a stir in his heart, he couldn't help speeding up his steps, and even shook off Song Qiyan's hand and trotted over.

Turning a corner, I saw Jin Moumou wearing a pair of denim overalls and a bright yellow T-shirt, with a pair of white and tender feet, jumping around on the large wool carpet in the living room.

And Song Zhiren, the head of the Song family, was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cane, smiling and looking at Jin who was singing and dancing on the blanket like a little loach.

I don't know if it's the nature of mother and child, Jin Moumou seemed to have sensed something, suddenly turned his head to look at the door, and when he saw Jin Ziqi, he shouted "Qi Qi" happily and ran over quickly.

Before Jin Ziqi could open his arms, he threw himself into her arms, rubbed his snow-white and tender face against Jin Ziqi, twisted his small body coquettishly, "Qiqi, why did you come here! Grandfather still said you Waiting for someone!"

Jin Moumou's words immediately reminded Jin Ziqi that Song Zhiren picked up the child without authorization, and his anger rose inexplicably, but the culprit over there didn't take it seriously.

Song Zhiren pointed to the sofa next to him, "Come and sit down."

Jin Moumou put his arms around Jin Ziqi's neck, but his big eyes fell on Song Qiyan who was behind her, "Why did you come to the grandpa's house?"

Song Qiyan glanced at Song Zhiren who was sitting there with a smile on his face, and was just about to explain this complicated relationship, but Song Zhiren was one step ahead of him, beckoning to Jin, "So and so, come to Grandpa."

Jin Moumou immediately let go of Jin Ziqi, ran over joltingly, stretched his short legs, climbed onto the sofa at once, sat next to Song Zhiren and turned his watermelon head to look at Jin Ziqi and the others.

"Qiqi, Guaishu, come and sit down, the grandpa will give you chocolates!"

Could it be that a piece of chocolate tricked him here?
Jin Ziqi had a headache, she didn't expect Jin to be so enthusiastic about Song Zhiren, and now he was lying on Song Zhiren's body, stroking Song Zhiren's face with his chubby hands.

"The grandpa's face is still horizontal, so-and-so's face is slippery, and the grandpa's eyebrows are white, like little Nezha's master Taiyi real grandpa!"

Jin Moumou's childish milk voice dissipated the weird atmosphere in the living room, and his milky body and soft hands made Song Zhiren, who was over [-] years old, inexplicably moved.

"So-and-so's face is not horizontal, do you want to touch it?" He said, and offered his chubby face.

Song Zhiren raised his old and rough hand, gently touched Jin Moumou's bulging cheek, couldn't help but kissed that tender cheek, stroked the watermelon head, his eyes couldn't hide his love color.

Jin XX was so kissed that he giggled, spread out his plump little hands, and made a deal with Song Zhiren, "Grandpa kissed XX, here's the red envelope!"

"So-and-so!" Jin Ziqi yelled softly, wanting to stop this little idiot's banditry.

Song Qiyan took her hand and pulled her to sit on the sofa beside her, and whispered in her ear, "What's your name, I think he is very happy, but I didn't realize that this is Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer." ?"

Song Qiyan was right. When Jin Ziqi looked over again, Song Zhiren was pulling out an emerald ring from his thumb and putting it in someone's small hand, teasing him with a smile: "How about this red envelope?"

Jin picked up the ring with a grin, looked at the crystal lamp, glanced at Song Zhiren who was smiling, held the ring on his back, and secretly bit the ring with his small teeth.

After confirming that it was not damaged no matter how much he bit it, Jin Moumou's big round eyes flashed brightly, and while stuffing the ring into the pocket of his overalls, he threw himself on Song Zhiren, "Grandfather is so kind, so and so will come again next time." Find the grandpa to play with!"

Song Zhiren patted Jin XX's head, pointed to Song Qiyan who was sitting next to Jin Ziqi, and said, "Okay, then how about the grandpa ask that weird Shushu to pick you up from the kindergarten next time?"

Jin Moumou rolled his eyes, looked back and forth between Song Qiyan and Song Zhiren, and suddenly clapped his little hands and jumped up on the sofa, "So-and-so knows, the father of Wei Shushu is the grandpa!"

Song Zhiren was startled after hearing this, then laughed happily and nodded: "So-and-so is so smart, it's strange that Shushu is the grandpa's son!"

Compared to Song Zhiren's cheerfulness, Song Qiyan's complexion was not very good, Jin Ziqi noticed it just now.

He seemed to mind others mentioning his father-son relationship with Song Zhiren, but maybe because of the presence of himself and so-and-so, he refrained from having an attack.

But Sitting so close to him, Jin Ziqi could still clearly feel the displeasure on his body.

Subconsciously, Jin Ziqi silently held Song Qiyan's hand that was placed between the two seats.

Song Qiyan was originally looking at Song Zhiren, who was smiling happily, with sullen eyebrows, when there was a softness in his palm, and his heartbeat stagnated, he immediately felt happy for no reason.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Jin Ziqi. She was looking at Jin Moumou, who was Sun Wukong making troubles, with a slight smile, as if she didn't feel her gaze.

Song Qiyan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and tightened his grip on Jin Ziqi's hand.

The cheerful atmosphere in the living room did not last long.

This has long been expected by Jin Ziqi, and even Song Qiyan and Song Zhiren also had this kind of prediction.

Because when the door of the living room was pushed open again, there was no surprise on anyone's face.

How could you not meet those people in this family?

Although he was mentally prepared, Jin Ziqi frowned when he smelled the trembling perfume in the air, and couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his nose.

Song Qiyan frowned when he noticed the dark red figure coming in such a hurry, compared to Jin Ziqi, he did not hide the disgust on his face.

"Dad, why are there two cars parked in the garage? Don't you know that's my special parking space?"

Song Ranqin was still wearing the cheongsam she wore at noon, and walked in domineeringly without even taking off her high heels. There was a string of gray footprints behind her along the way.

However, when she saw Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan on the sofa, the arrogance on Song Ranqin's face instantly froze there, especially when she found Jin Moumou in Song Zhiren's arms, her face stretched into the face of a late mother.

Pointing here and then pointing there, Song Ranqin was a little stunned, but once she understood, she immediately pointed at Jin Ziqi who was sitting together and shouted, "Why are you at my house?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiren was the first to express his displeasure.

He twisted his gray eyebrows and tapped the crutch in his hand, "What is your home? Qiyan is my son, your younger brother, can't you go back to your own home?"

(End of this chapter)