Sweetheart wife is fierce and cute

After eating, Sheng Qingqing helped Song Qiaoxi wash up and told her a few short stories. Seeing that Song Qiaoxi seemed to be going to sleep, Sheng Qingqing simply closed the book.

Putting the book aside, Sheng Qingqing pulled Song Qiaoxi's quilt tighter and turned off the bright headlight, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside table.

Sheng Qingqing gently touched Song Qiaoxi's forehead, bent slightly, and left a kiss on Song Qiaoxi's forehead, "Good night, Qiaoxi, have a good dream tonight."

Song Qiaoxi nodded.Just when Sheng Qingqing was about to leave, Song Qiaoxi stretched out his hand from the bed again and grabbed Sheng Qingqing's arm.

Sheng Qingqing was taken aback by her actions, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked Song Qiaoxi patiently, "What's the matter, Qiaoxi? Do you still want to listen to storybooks again?"

Song Qiaoxi blinked his big eyes and looked at Sheng Qingqing without speaking.

Sheng Qingqing looked at her cute and lovely appearance, but didn't know what she was going to do, thinking that she really wanted to listen to a storybook.

"Qiaoxi, let's keep the rest for tomorrow, okay?" Sheng Qingqing said a little bit, ready to persuade first: "Tomorrow the plot in the storybook will be very exciting, so we keep a little bit of anticipation. How about tomorrow?"

"Sister, it's not this..." Song Qiaoxi said in a low voice.

"Then what is Qiaoxi holding her sister's arm for?" Sheng Qingqing was really uncertain about Song Qiaoxi's thoughts.

Not a storybook, are you hungry?Or... is it for the parent-child activities in the kindergarten?

Sure enough, in the end Sheng Qingqing fell in love with him, and this was really what Song Qiaoxi wanted to say.

Song Qiaoxi took Sheng Qingqing's hand and said softly, "Sister, if Dad is really not free, can you accompany me?"

"Yes." Sheng Qingqing replied without hesitation.

Song Qiaoxi grinned when he heard Sheng Qingqing's answer, and the next question he asked was even bolder.

"Sister Qingqing, when the time comes..." Song Qiaoxi wasn't ready yet, he didn't know if he should speak up, if he did, would sister Qingqing agree?If you don't agree, how will you be like her in the future, and will you treat her as well as you are now?
"When the time comes, what?" Sheng Qingqing looked at her seriously, waiting for her to say what she hadn't finished.

Song Qiaoxi was really embarrassed to say so, she withdrew the hand that grabbed Sheng Qingqing, went back under the quilt, pulled the quilt over her head, and said, "Sister Qingqing, I want you to be mine Mom, can you participate in the parent-child activities in the kindergarten as my mother?"

After Song Qiaoxi finished shouting, there was really no sound in the room.

"..."

Sheng Qingqing was also stunned by Song Qiaoxi's words, not knowing how to answer Song Qiaoxi's words.

"You..." Sheng Qingqing opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The room was extraordinarily quiet, Song Qiaoxi hid under the blanket, very uneasy, her heart was beating violently, she just wanted to hear Sheng Qingqing's answer now.

A long time passed, so long that Sheng Qingqing didn't know how long it had passed.

There was only a small dim bedside lamp left in the room, which couldn't clearly illuminate the expression on Sheng Qingqing's face.

Deep down in her heart, she was very willing, because this was her goal, but now she actually felt that it was not very good.

His mother is just missing now, but she hasn't been whereabouts yet. If Qiaoxi's mother finds out about this, it must be very sad, right?
Just when Sheng Qingqing was distracted, Song Qiaoxi stuck out his head halfway from under the quilt, only showing a pair of big sparkling eyes and that small nose.

Sheng Qingqing clearly saw the blush on Song Qiaoxi's cheeks on both sides of his nose.

Maybe it's because of this incident that I also feel embarrassed and a little uneasy?

"Sister, can't you?" Song Qiaoxi's eyes were full of emotions. After all, he was a child, and the sadness in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

There was a smile on the corner of Sheng Qingqing's mouth, she was too embarrassed to refute a child's point, so she had to answer Song Qiaoxi's words in a vague way.

"Okay, let's see what your father means with this matter first, and let me see, okay?" Sheng Qingqing pulled Song Qiaoxi's little quilt down a little, "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly Okay, okay?"

Song Qiaoxi nodded obediently, and before closing his eyes, he said again: "Sister, I hope that if my father is not free to come, you can agree, really, I especially hope that you will be my father." mother..."

While talking, Song Qiaoxi closed his eyes, and gradually came the sound of continuous breathing.

Sheng Qingqing watched Song Qiaoxi gradually fall asleep, with a smile still on his lips.

She still couldn't forget what Song Qiaoxi said to her just now.

Qiaoxi wants her to be her mother.

She also hopes to have a child as cute as Qiaoxi.

But she can't, her mother hasn't been found yet, if that's the case, won't she become a mistress by then?
No, she absolutely can't do that.

Sheng Qingqing found out little by little that for so many days, it seemed that some wrong decisions had taken place in his relationship with Song Lin.

She shouldn't be like this, she should calm down the eager emotion towards Song Lin deep in her heart.

All this caused Sheng Qingqing to suffer again. Things are not as easy as sitting and chatting with Xia Chunuan back then, but it should be stopped.

If it weren't for Qiaoxi today, she might have done something excessive.

Sheng Qingqing helped Qiaoxi cover up the quilt again, stood up straight, walked out of Song Qiaoxi's room, and prepared to go back to her bedroom with a heavy heart.

Just at this time, I met Song Lin in the aisle.

"Is Qiaoxi asleep now?" Song Lin asked Sheng Qingqing who had just walked out of Song Qiaoxi's room while holding a glass water glass.

"Well, I'm already asleep." Sheng Qing replied lightly.

Song Lin passed her, walked to Song Qiaoxi's door, took a look inside, and through the small warm yellow lamp on the bedside table, Song Lin clearly saw Song Qiaoxi who was sleeping comfortably on the bed, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips. A faint smile.

Seeing all this, Song Lin had a smile on his lips without knowing it, and closed the door gently.

"This period of time has really worked hard for you."