The Villain’s Mother

It’s not boring to work with Song Ting, and sitting on the sofa in the summer, connecting with the wireless brush microblog in his office to buy things, she is more serious than the Song Ting Shen at work, into the late autumn, the sky is darker than before. After a while, when the summer looked up and looked out the window, the sky was completely dark.

Song Tingshen was a video conference with other employees left by the company. She stayed in the office alone. In the end, she thought about the addiction of the boss. She sat in the office chair of Song Tingshen and turned several laps. When she saw the photos he had placed on the table, she was a little surprised. Although the married person put a picture of his wife and children on the desk, it was normal, but she was still in the spirit of Song Ting.

He is not a high-profile luxury person, the decoration of the office is very simple, there is nothing extra on the desktop except the computer and some documents and photos.

I was bored in the summer, took a pen from the pen holder, and started to paint the villain on the post-it.

After painting, it will be posted in the place that Song Ting can see -

The cute little man is akimbo, next to a line of cute comic fonts, which reads: The eyes are so tired, I have to rest~(≧▽≦)/~ Some also write: Drink water, drink eight glasses a day. The skin is tender and tender!

Kang busy north nose! Get up and walk around, or you will have a belly!

When she finished painting these post-it notes, Song Ting-shen pushed the door in. When she saw her sitting in her office chair, he was not surprised, but he took a closer look at his original low-key office. They are all attached to the colorful sticky notes, and suddenly the style is abrupt.

I am embarrassed by Xia Xia. "I am bored. If you don't like it..." I will throw them away.

When her words were not finished, Song Ting Shen got close to seeing the post it was posted on his desk and suddenly laughed.

"I like it very much."

These cute little people on the post-it are like her, either with their arms crossed or laughing, very childlike, and the words written on them are very warm.

Xia Xiu modestly laughed, "You like it."

Song Ting pointed to one of the notes and asked: "Want to call Wang Zi Ma, what does this mean?"

"...I think a lot of people will call their girlfriends every day when they go to work. It is also very good to talk a few words."

Song Ting nodded deeply. "Well, I will call you every day."

He really liked the post-it stickers that she posted, giving him a very warm feeling. Just watching, the mood is easy to get better. He thought about it and said, "You can draw me another one."

Pick up the pen in summer, "What are you writing?"

"Try to make money and buy a package for your wife."

Xia Xia: "..."

She thought about it. She painted a big diamond, a bag, a villa, a car on the post-it note, and wrote to work hard to make money. These wives all like it.

Song Ting Shen pinched her face. "You have a big appetite, and this is also necessary, then you have to."

Nodded in the summer, I didn’t feel embarrassed.

She just wants everything. When she just passed over, she felt that being a rich little rich woman would be very good. Now she has become greedy and wants to be a rich and wealthy man with money and man.

Money, she wants, love, she wants too.

Song Tingshen posted this sticky note on the photo frame. "When I want to be lazy, I don't dare to see this estimate."

As long as I think that my wife has a big appetite, whoever dares to relax, can only work hard and earn money.

Xia Xiyi smiled and asked: "Your meeting is over?"

"Well." Song Ting nodded. "It’s still early, I will take you to the cinema to relax."

Xia Xia glanced at the time at the bottom right of the computer, and hesitated. "It’s eight o’clock now. When I go home after watching the movie, isn’t it 11 or 2 o'clock? Wang Biao sleeps alone.”

After the mother, I also talked about nightlife, watching the movie until 11 o'clock to go home, it is too extravagant.

"He really should be learning to sleep alone." Song Ting Shen looked serious. "He will be five years old next year, and he has been sleeping with adults, how to be independent."

"but……"

Xia Xia is still not at ease.

Song Ting sighed a deep breath, "the mother is more than a child."

Xia Xia: "It’s just sleeping, is it rising to this height?"

Song Ting deep nodded. "If we don't go to the movies, we will."

Their current life is very simple. Whenever there is time to talk about love, he comes back from work, and there is no time for her to be alone. It’s hard to go to the weekend, and the fat family at home is also on holiday, leaving him to go out for dinner, that’s not possible.

In the end, Xia Xia still went to see the movie with Song Ting. Today is the working day, and the screening time is almost nine o'clock, so there are not many people in the movie theater. For the two people who are in love, what movie to watch? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether the movie is good or not, mainly because the hall is dark and he can hold her hand for a long time.

When I got home, it was almost twelve o'clock. I yawned in the summer and prepared to go back to the room to take a bath. If I knew that I hadn't walked to the door of the bedroom, I was taken by Song Ting.

She leaned over to see him, "What?"

Song Ting said with deep meaning: "I was thinking, if you go in like this, will you bother Wang Tsai."

The face of Xia Xia was red. Everyone was an adult with seven passions. In this case, she hinted that she didn’t understand. She barely calmed her mind and shook her head. "Your son is asleep, and thunder is not awake." His, rest assured."

Song Tingshen is quite sorry. In fact, although he said so in his mouth, although he has such an idea in his heart, he does not want to go to the shackles. The two are nominally husband and wife, but they are really worth it. They are just this. After only a month or two, I have cultivated some feelings. When I talk about such problems, the progress is indeed faster. At the very least, after the passing of the year, he will be able to sleep with his face. Now it is time to adjust to each other. And the opportunity to cultivate feelings.

He went to him in front of him, picked up his toes, learned his usual appearance, touched his hair, and said: "Well, good night, take a break early, you have to get up early to make money tomorrow."

Song Tingshen was a serious nod. "You are right. After all, my wife likes big diamond houses."

Xia Xia became furious and screamed at him with a small fist. "Don't say that I am like a financial fan."

***

The next morning, I got up very early in the summer. I probably felt that I had lied in front of my son. Some of them owed him. She offered to drive him to kindergarten. Wang Zi stood on the small bench and brushed her teeth. In this case, the bubble in the spit and said: "Mom, I am very smart."

Where does Xia Xia know that Wang Zi has seen through her own routine, she nodded and agreed, "Yes, our family Wang Chai is the smartest baby."

Wang Zi sighed, wash his face with a small towel, after washing his face, do not use Xia Xia to say, he is very conscious to wipe the baby cream, after all, he also wants to live a delicate life.

His skin was very white, and he had a little white cream on his nose, and it looked cute.

Wang Tsai suddenly hugged her waist and licked her.

He has always glued her like this, and she didn't care.

Now, their family of three will basically have breakfast together. Today is no exception. Song Ting is like the old cadres in the TV series. He likes to read the financial magazine while eating breakfast. He sees him in the summer and looks at it with gusto. He grabbed a few pages and headed. It hurts. This series of complicated economic terms, like the reading of Tianshu, really did not suit her, and immediately returned to Song Tingshen.

"If you have time during this time, you can go to see the decoration books." Song Ting took a porridge and looked at Xia Xia. "My thoughts are like this. Wang Zi will sleep after he has finished the year. The baby room that I had prepared for him is now naive, and I still change the style. If you design it, I think it would be better."

When Wang Zi, who was drinking milk, immediately put down the cup, he had milk on his small mouth and protested. "I didn't want to sleep myself, Dad!"

Song Tingshen felt that this matter could not be delayed any longer. "Dad is already alone when you are so big."

Wang Zi immediately replied: "We are different."

"The same." Song Ting wiped his hand with a paper towel. "Well, it is so decided. I am going to work."

Wang Tsai flat mouth, after Song Ting went out, this said to Xia Xia: "Dad was not like this before."

Xixia is guilty.

Yes, Song Tingshen never said that Wang Tsai had to sleep on his own. This time has already been mentioned several times. It is indeed related to her. Therefore, to put it bluntly, men are not only heavy-colored friends, but also heavy-colored.

Wang Tsai asked again: "Mom, how long is it from the New Year?"

I spent a few days in the summer and replied: "There is still less than three months. When the kindergarten is on a winter vacation, it is not far from the New Year."

Wang Zi once again hugged Xia Xia. He probably accepted his life. He knew that he couldn’t fight against Dad. His expression was very helpless. "I can only sleep with my mother for three months. Mom, I know you want to follow me. Sleeping together."

Xia Xia: "..."

"If I don't sleep with my mother, my mother will definitely be afraid at night." Wang Zi said with a sullen look, "Dad is really true. Don't you know if my mother needs me?"

Xia Xia thought, it should not be afraid, after all, the position next to her will not be empty...