Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 474 He said, it's all over

The little girl in Fengtang's family is only three or four years old, but she is very obedient. She glanced at Qiao Sang and Song Wei, then struggled to get up: "Mom, I want to go out to play and see if Fengtang's father is back... ..."

"Okay." Josang let go of her.

The little girl got up holding the milk cup and was about to go out when she tripped and poured a large glass of milk towards Song Wei——

"what!"

"Cissy!"

Song Wei: "..."

The speed could be called lightning, she had nowhere to hide, and the light yellow cotton linen skirt was more than half wet in an instant.

Qiao Sang pretended to be surprised as if waking up from a dream, "Ah, Miss Song, are you alright?"

"..." Song Wei pulled the corners of his lips, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "No, nothing."

"Sissy, you're messy." Qiao Sang gave a symbolic reprimand, then looked at Song Wei with a smile: "Miss Song, why don't you come upstairs with me to clean it?"

Song Wei thought for a while, then nodded, the feeling of the hot milk sticking to her body was really uncomfortable.

After going upstairs, Qiao Sang brought a simple skirt to Song Wei: "I see that you like wearing skirts. I haven't worn this one yet, so I'll give it to you. It's my daughter's apology."

Song Wei tugged at the corners of his lips, "Mrs. Feng is very polite."

"Then I'll take this dress down and let it be washed. I'm really sorry to ruin such a beautiful dress."

She was so polite, Song Wei felt uncomfortable: "It's okay, I've worn this skirt for several years, and I'm planning to throw it away."

Qiao Sang clicked his tongue: "It's a pity to throw it away. Cotton and linen skirts are generally of good quality, and ethnic clothes won't go out of fashion. This skirt looks quite expensive. Look at the embroidery and handwork..."

Song Wei: "..."

How can she speak so well?

At this moment, the little girl downstairs shouted: "Mom! Father Fengtang is back!"

Song Wei was relieved immediately, her body was sticky, she wanted to wash it quickly.

Soon there was another man's helpless reprimand from downstairs: "How many times have I said that your father is your father, and you still call your father by name, brat..."

Suddenly there was laughter downstairs.

"They have such a good relationship." Song Wei sighed and reminded Qiao Sang.

Qiao Sang smiled helplessly, "Both are headaches, you take a shower and change your clothes first, I'll go down and have a look, and let someone wash your skirt by the way, and it will be dried when you leave gone."

Song Wei nodded: "Okay."

Finally, Josang casts a thoughtful look at her, takes her skirt and turns to leave.

Song Wei also carried her clothes into the bathroom.

Downstairs in the living room, when Qiao Sang went down, Fengtang and Lu Chengchen were sitting on the sofa, the little girl was snuggling into Fengtang's arms and whispering: "Fengtang's father, mother just made me do something bad."

"Oh?" Feng Tang became interested, "What's wrong?"

"Mom asked me to pour a cup of hot milk on a beautiful aunt." The little girl rolled her big eyes, quite cunningly.

Feng Tang was stunned, then chuckled: "Little rascal, you really listened to her words and threw it at you."

"Hey, can I not listen to my mother?" Qiao Qian snorted arrogantly, then saw Lu Chengchen who was sitting beside him, and immediately crawled over and stretched out her hand, and said coquettishly, "Uncle Lu holds—"

Lu Chengchen's eyebrows moved slightly, he paused, and he stretched out his hand to hold the child into his arms.

Feng Tang looked at Lu Chengchen, and clicked his tongue jealously: "This little padded jacket is really suitable for everyone."

Qiao Sang went downstairs with her skirt in her hand, and shouted, "Sissy, how old is she, stop clinging to Uncle Lu."

"It's okay." Lu Chengchen said in a low voice, and deliberately changed his position so that the little guy could sit more comfortably in his arms.

Qiao Sang laughed: "You just spoil her too much. Before the two of us spoiled her, we were spoiled by you."

Lu Chengchen snorted softly and didn't answer any more.

But there was a bitterness hidden in his eyes. If that child was born back then, he would have been so big, so soft, and so obedient, he would have stretched out his hand to hug him softly.

Lu Chengchen rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, thinking about what to do...

(End of this chapter)