Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 202 The Counterattack of the Movie Emperor Extra Story
Little baby Song Qinghe told you what it means to be beautiful from childhood to adulthood. Since kindergarten, there have been children fighting for the seat next to her. In the third grade of elementary school, a child at the same table secretly kissed Song Qinghe, and then The little baby cried so badly when he got home, he didn't even eat dinner, Song Beiji was heartbroken, and immediately went to the principal to transfer the class, the class must be transferred!
In addition to transferring classes, he also applied that all the classmates around Song Qinghe must be girls.

In this way, I passed through the elementary school period, and when I was in junior high school, Mu Zhili once tidied up the desk for her slim baby girl, and a pink letter fell out of her book, and an arrow pierced two hearts on the envelope. .

For the sake of the child's privacy, Mu Zhili didn't open it. When the baby came back from school, she pulled the child and whispered.

Mu Zhili, who is a mother, exudes tenderness from the bottom of her body. She is like a child in front of Song Beiji. In front of Song Qinghe, she does a good job of being a mother.

The two sat by the bed, and Mu Zhili stuffed the letter into her hand, "Mom didn't read it, and I will leave your things to you."

I have always been at ease with Song Qinghe, but the child is still too young, "I know that my classmates like you, and my mother is also happy for you. My baby is so good, so many people should like it. Even though you are still young, my mother is afraid of you because of this." Xin, the most important thing for you now is to study, and my mother hopes that you can fall in love after graduating from high school."

Song Qinghe nodded, leaning her head on her shoulder, "I don't like them."

They are so naive, how old is she, and they still buy her candy all day long. I don’t know if she has stopped eating candy since the first grade of elementary school. What age is it now, and they still write letters to confess, The drawn hearts are so ugly.

Mu Zhili lamented the passage of time. Unknowingly, the girl has grown up so much, and she will get married in ten years. "Then how do you plan to reply this letter?"

Song Qinghe gave the letter to Mu Zhili again, "If you don't reply, let mom deal with it."

Mu Zhili pinched the envelope: "Why don't you reply?"

Song Qinghe pursed her lips and opened her bedside table, took out a pile of envelopes from the cabinet, and took them all out, "There are too many, I answered one, and others will be misunderstood, so if they don't answer, they will know that I am Refused."

Mu Zhili: "..."

It was she who underestimated the charm of her daughter.

Mu Zhili went back to the room with the letter in his arms, and put it on the bed. Anyway, the daughter asked her to deal with it, so she took care of it herself. Mu Zhili chose the letter that looked better. "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good" laughed.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued to look down.

After Song Beiji came back from work and saw it, he asked, "Fans wrote so many letters again?"

Mu Zhili gave him a sympathetic look, "It's not yours."

Song Beiji raised his eyebrows, "Why would someone write you a letter so suddenly?"

Mu Zhili shook his head, "It's not mine either."

She gave Song Beiji a letter she had just opened.

Seeing the first sentence, Hello, Song Qinghe, the veins on Song Beiji's forehead are throbbing, how old is his daughter!
He just glanced at the sour words, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it into the trash can. Mu Zhili quickly picked it up, "Why did you throw away other people's thoughts?"

She calmed down, "Keep it, and when the baby gets married, take it out again, and let the son-in-law see how popular our daughter is."

Song Beiji snorted coldly, and said childishly: "Get married, if you want to marry my daughter, wait 20 years."

He looked at the pile and asked, "Are they all written for Qing He?"

"Hmm." Mu Zhili found a box, put all the letters away, and put them in the closet.

In the second semester of the third year of high school, one day Mu Zhili saw a young man sending her daughter back. The girl's lips were red, her eyes were moist and shiny, and her heart skipped a beat. The child covered her mouth and saw that Mu Zhili was alone. At home, he pulled her into the room by pulling her arm, then lowered his head and said, "Mom..."

Mu Zhili had already guessed, "How long have we been talking?"

Song Qinghe snuggled up to her side, "It was in the first year of high school that he fell in love with me at first sight. He chased me for two and a half years, and I only agreed yesterday."

The child is full of vigor, and when talking about the sweetheart, the smile on the corner of his mouth is extremely sweet, Mu Zhili can't say the words that make the two break up, "Qingqing, you are now a third year of high school..."

She doesn't need to say the rest, Song Qinghe also understands, "I know, mom, don't worry, he is the No. If one person fails the college entrance examination, we will break up."

Mu Zhili's eyes were complicated, "..."

This is the world of academic masters.

She tugged at the corner of Mu Zhili's clothes again, "There is one thing I want Mom to help with."

Mu Zhili: "What?"

Dad has always believed in her mother's words. It must be no problem to have her mother cover up. "It's Dad's side. I want Mom to help me hide it."

"I..." Mu Zhili hesitated to speak.

Song Qinghe saw what was going on, and shook her arm, "Mom~"

Crawled on the bed again and beat her back, "Good mother~"

Mu Zhili waved his hand, "Okay, okay."

"Let me help you hide it, but let me meet him first. Mom wants to see if he is reliable."

"No problem!" The boyfriend she chose was of course reliable.

Taking advantage of Song Beiji's attendance at an event, Song Qinghe invited two people to meet on the weekend. The boy is really good, with extraordinary appearance. If Mu Zhili saw such a person 20 years ago, his heart would beat faster, he would have good grades and a good family. He is also a gentleman, and he is also caring for her daughter. The dishes she ordered are all her favorite dishes, and she can also control her so that she does not let her eat too much cold food.

Mu Zhili was very satisfied with this meeting, and agreed to help them cover.

When Song Beiji came back, he saw the mother and daughter sitting on the sofa, talking in whispers. The exhaustion of the day had fluttered away, and Song Qinghe consciously gave up his seat, "Dad, you've worked hard. I'm going to review first."

Then he blinked at Mu Zhili and walked upstairs.

Song Beiji poured two glasses of water and handed it to Mu Zhili, "You guys are in a good mood today."

Mu Zhili took the time to drink water to swallow his guilty conscience.

"I just saw a good-looking man and chatted with Qingqing for a few more words."

Song Beiji was stunned, "Oh."

It was only at night that I expressed my jealousy with my body on the bed, and after I finished, I hugged Mu Zhili and asked, "Your children are already in high school."

Mu Zhili yawned, huddled in his arms drowsily, not daring to speak nonsense, like pecking rice, "I know."

Mu Zhili kept the secret until he graduated from university.

When his daughter brought someone to the door, saying that she was going to get married, Song Beiji was stunned for a second, and then went to beat him with a broom. Throw it to Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe gave Mu Zhili a careful look, led him and ran away.

Although Song Beiji wanted to beat that bastard to death, but with Mu Zhili hugging him, he didn't dare to use force indiscriminately, for fear of hurting her, he could only watch the two run away. He threw the broom and turned to stare at her, feeling a headache Said: "How long have you lied to me?"

How could Mu Zhili dare to say that he had been hiding it since high school, and he just said vaguely: "Not long."

Song Beiji's prejudice against his son-in-law didn't let go until he had a grandson.

Mu Zhili couldn't help but think of a sentence: the way of heaven is reincarnation, if you don't believe me, look up, the sky will spare anyone.

(End of this chapter)