The Villain’s Mother

At the beginning of the summer, I didn’t respond. After Song Ting went upstairs, she looked at Wang Zi, who was sitting on the crawling mat and was playing with blocks.

Why did she forget it? The child in Wangzi can be smart. When she sells roses to the program, this kid is watching all the time, and even many inquiries. What is this? This is obviously the role of acting as an intelligence officer!

Taking advantage of Song Ting to change clothes, she rushed to Wangzi face and asked with a slap in the face: "Are you selling your mother to the uncle, saying to Dad?"

Song Ting Shen will think about her, how to look at her, she must have thought that she was a money slave in the eyes of money, she blushes for herself.

Wang Zi has long forgotten the specific ins and outs, thinking about it, "Dad called me at noon, I seem to say."

The child's brain capacity is so large, where he remembers every detail, and he did not realize that his relatives had pushed the pot to him without any trace.

Xia Xia wants to tell Wang Zi that he will not talk to Dad in the future, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not very good.

After all, the relationship between the father and the son is good. The character of the child is like this. I want to say everything that I remember to my parents.

Xia Xia sighed. "Forget it, say it, and there is nothing."

She didn't feel that she was doing something wrong. Of course, from the perspective of outsiders, she was the most deflated way to throw flowers into the trash can... But who told her that she couldn't bear it, it was money, she sold it now. Five hundred pieces, to buy lunch for children in remote mountainous areas, can be considered a good thing, if tomorrow, if the late delivery of flowers, she also intends to sell, using other people's money to do charity, this feeling is also very good.

Wang Zi cautiously asked: "Is it wrong for Wang Zi?"

Xia Xia touched his little head. "No, you see, is the flower that Dad bought is very good?"

Soon the attention of the little fat man has shifted, that is, Wang Zi is now young. If he is a little older, he will find himself more awkward than Dou Yu. His relatives are still calm and calm, he But unconsciously defined by my mother as a small intelligence officer, it is really extreme.

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After dinner, Xia Xia did not know whether Song Tingshen would continue to work overtime. After all, it was getting closer and closer to the National Day, and the company’s affairs were increasing. She did not want to delay his time too much, so she would let Auntie With Wang Zi going out to play, the family is left with Shen and Shen.

After reading the meal, Song Ting went to the study room. Xia Xia knew that he was going to ask for help from the other side. So he carefully cut the fruit into a small fruit plate, and came to the study room. He stood at the door, she did not go in, and she tapped the knock. door.

"Come in." Song Ting looked up to see her, and was a little surprised.

He also thought that Xia Xia took Wang Zi to go out and slip.

In the summer, he placed a fruit plate in his hand and placed it on his desk. He laughed twice. "You have been working late in the past few days. Is it very tired?"

She feels that Song Ting has no entertainment activities. She goes to the company early every day at two o'clock. Although she will be punctual after work, she will return to the study after dinner. Most of the time she will be busy at least 10 o'clock. Occasionally, when I am free, I am taking my children. If I have to say that Song Ting has a small three, then Xiao San is estimated to be working.

He is a very self-disciplined person, and such a person will succeed and be convinced.

Song Ting Shen said that he was sitting in the summer. "I am used to it."

A habit, it can be seen that he has been like this for so many years.

It is not good for him to advise him to live the first job in the second place. After all, she and Xiaopeng are so comfortable because of his efforts.

However, the more she thought about it, the more she admired him. She was originally a boy with no background and a poor body. She could build such a huge career with her own abilities and hands. The hardship, except for himself, is estimated to be no. People can feel the same.

"There is something I want to ask you for help." Xia Xia and Song Ting have been together for a few months. Although I don't know that I know this person very well, I also know that it is better not to turn around and confuse the situation with Song Ting, so that he will delay his time. He doesn't necessarily understand her meaning, talking to a straight man, it's better to have something to say.

Song Tingshen: "You said, as long as I can do it."

"This flower is sent late this morning. Should you still have some impressions?"

It’s a bit of an impression. It’s just too deep, and it’s hard to forget at least for a short time.

After all, there are several normal people in this year who dare to rush to the front of their husbands, to persuade him to divorce, and to say what will treat his son as a biological treatment?

Song Ting insisted nod. "Well, remember, what happened?"

"I thought I had told him clearly enough, and I said so absolutely. I thought that he could stop. I didn't expect him to send the flowers directly to the house." I thought that I was still angry. Why are some rich second generations in this year who can’t understand people’s words, but all men who are self-respecting should hear her say that they should stop, and that the paragraph is late, he is getting worse and worse. “I feel that he really I should go to a brain specialist."

Seeing that Xia Xi was so upset, Song Tingshen was in a good mood and patiently listened to her spit another man.

"You should also know that I have never gone out to play during this time. No, I used to go out to play. I have nothing to do with this surname. I don’t even have a phone number. He doesn’t worry about it now. My feelings and position, I will say again, now is also a married person." Xia Xia carefully looked at Song Ting deep, "Although I am not a good mother in the traditional sense, but I also know to set a good example for children, Now he sent flowers to his home. Wang Tsai is still small, but it does not mean that he does not know anything. I don't want Wang Zi to misunderstand me. Song Tingshen, none of my past friends can help, all with mud. of……"

She said that this is really not the original plastic friends, those people may even persuade her to be happy in time, to be a little wolf dog.

"I don't want to be in touch with Duan. I have a relationship. He is really unclear. It is a waste of words, and I don't feel that I have the ability to stop him."

What Xia Xia said is also true. If someone encounters such a stalker in life, it is really not romantic, and it will only make the parties have a headache.

Song Ting Shen is understanding the intention of Xia Xia, he said: "What do you want me to do for this, is it?"

"...Yes." Xia Xia nodded hard. "I haven’t heard that person. He doesn't listen. The people I know don't care. Plus, I don't want to see him again, so now I really want to. There is no way, you have to believe, I am like you, do not want this kind of thing in life."

"I know. Today I have let my friends knock on the side of the section. I originally wanted to tell you about it. I hope you don't blame me."

In a short sentence, Xia Xia heard that it was very comfortable, she pushed the fruit plate. "This fruit is very sweet, you try it. I will definitely not blame you, thank you for being too late, if you help me solve the paragraph Late, I invite you to dinner!"

Although Song Tingshen loves sweets, he rarely eats fruit, especially when he is still full after dinner. But when he is so diligent, he takes a fork and eats a piece of watermelon. Under her gaze, I ate another apple.

Xia Xiaxiao said: "Then I will not bother you to work, you are busy with you."

She knew that Song Tingshen would not sit idly by. If he had his shot, she would be more worried. She might have a relationship with his ordinary people. She always felt that no matter what it was, as long as he was out, he could do it.

Song Tingshen had been watching her go out to take back her sight, and looked at the fruit on the desk. He tasted it just now, and it was really sweet.

What did she say, he helped her solve the delay, she asked him to eat?

Thinking of her expression and tone when she said this, Song Ting could not help but laugh.

***

In the evening, Xia Xia solved the big things in my heart, and also had a leisurely taste. I started to sit in the bedroom and learn to arrange flowers. Of course, I used the champagne roses that Song Tingshen bought today. She found a satisfactory vase in the room. I learned to cut it with scissors on the TV. I put a single flower in the vase and sang a song on my mouth. It is obvious that the mood is not pleasant.

Wang Zi was wearing a small vest and small shorts all over the body. He sat on the sofa next to him and watched his mother play with these beautiful flowers. He suddenly said his fat chin with his hand: "Mom, did you receive Dad’s flowers? Very happy?"

Xiao Xia smiled and nodded. "Yeah, don't you think these flowers are very good?"

Wang Zi looked at Xia Xia and looked at the bouquet on the table. He sighed deeply and said, "Mom is stupid."

“Why do you say that your mother is stupid?” asked Xia Xia to put down the scissors and asked.

"Dad gives flowers to my mother, I like my mother." Wang Tsai speaks amazingly.

"..." Xia Xia glanced at him. "You scared your mother."

Why did Song Tingshen give flowers to her? He already said enough that she would not be passionate enough to think that he had the meaning to her. For more than 20 years, Xia Xia felt that his greatest strength was self-knowledge.

Wang Zi slid off the sofa and went to the big bed and said, "You don't believe me."

Oh, no, this fat **** now has temper?