Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Chenchen's black pupils dimmed slightly, but he still nodded sensibly, "Well, the teacher assigned us homework and asked us to draw an autumn scene. I will draw in the community tomorrow."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Okay, go home after finishing your homework. Uncle will come to accompany you in the afternoon. We will go to the playground the day after tomorrow. You can make a strategy first."

Song Weiwei was worried that he would be bored at home alone, so find something for him to do, and the time would pass faster.

She knew that she was not a qualified mother, Chenchen grew up so big, basically he was taking care of her.

When she was just waking up, Song Yuheng often took Chenchen to visit her in the nursing home, the little guy sat there well-behaved, not at all like a one-year-old child.

At that time, she had just been able to sit up, and the little guy couldn't even walk steadily by himself, but he had already learned to serve her tea.

Later, she discovered that Chenchen has amazing observation skills. For example, if her lips are dry, she knows that she needs to drink water, and when she moves around on the bed, she knows that she needs to call a nurse.

Most of the time, he knows what she wants without her saying anything, and he is so sensible that it makes her feel bad.

In the six months after she woke up, she vomited almost everything she ate. Later, she was able to eat some liquid food. The little guy had learned to read his face. She frowned, knowing that today's food did not suit her taste.

Probably because of this, the little guy was able to cook for her according to the recipe since she was two years old. At the beginning, it was not satisfactory. She always ate eggshells in fried eggs and tasted spicy in soup.

With more opportunities to practice, his cooking skills became more and more proficient. Later, he basically cooked her meals.

The Song family has no shortage of servants who cook. The Song family loves this grandson very much, and no one can bear him to suffer. But he insists on preparing meals for Song Weiwei himself, and they can't stop him from showing his filial piety.

She had to take care of him carefully while feeling sorry for the child who had already taken charge of the family.

After eating, Song Weiwei went to wash the dishes, and Song Chenchen went to wash up. After everything was tidied up, she took a book and went to the children's room. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, then opened it and entered.

Song Chenchen, who was leaning on the bed, hurriedly turned off the phone and watch, and looked at Song Weiwei who walked in with bright black eyes. He yawned and pretended to be sleepy.

"Mommy, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Song Weiwei saw tears welling from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was past eleven o'clock. She closed the book and said, "Then go to sleep, I'll wait here until you fall asleep."

Song Chenchen was thinking about his phone and watch, and didn't know how to send Song Weiwei away, so he had to slip under the blanket, "Then I'll sleep, Mommy, good night."

"Good night." Song Weiwei sat down by the bed, turned off the headlights, and turned on the night light. Not long after, she heard Song Chenchen's even breathing, and she left the children's room lightly.

Song Chenchen slept until dawn. He hurriedly sat up and tilted his head to check the time on the alarm clock. It was only six o'clock, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and watch from under the quilt, and there was an unread message on WeChat, which was the address and a sentence from Li Baihan.

"If you want to come to play at your uncle's house, call your uncle, and your uncle will pick you up."

Song Chenchen finally added Li Baihan's WeChat yesterday, and he has been asking for the address of Li Baihan's home since then, and he wanted to send him warmth.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, went to the kitchen to steam the steamed buns made last night, and made millet porridge.

The steamed steamed buns were finished, and the millet porridge was ready. He found a lunch box and filled half a drawer of steamed buns with millet porridge. Finally, he left a note for Song Weiwei. He carried the packed lunch box go out.

When he was steaming steamed buns just now, he checked the navigation, and knew that Li Baihan's house was very close to their community, and it was only 07:30 when he walked to Century Garden.

Li Baihan had just finished his morning exercise, when he heard the doorbell, he was quite surprised, who would come so early?

He walked to the door and looked at the door of the unit on the videophone, but he didn't see anyone. He thought he was haunted, but he was about to ignore it when the doorbell rang again.

He pressed the dialogue button, and heard a childish voice, "Shu Shu, I'm Song Chenchen. I just passed your house for a walk. Can you open the door for me?"

Li Baihan was startled, he pressed the unlock button uncontrollably, and then heard the sound of the unit door being pushed open and closed.

Before he even had time to wipe off the sweat on his body, he strode out and came to the elevator.

The numbers on the elevator kept turning up. Li Baihan stood in front of the elevator and took a look in the mirror. He was wearing a dark gray sportswear, half of which was wet with sweat, and the muscles on his arms were extremely tense. Will it scare the child to cry?

While he was thinking wildly, the elevator opened with a "ding", and he saw Song Chenchen carrying a tiger backpack, struggling to carry a somewhat familiar cloth bag.

He quickly reached out to take it, weighed it in his hand, it was quite heavy, no wonder the little guy was sweating profusely, he glanced into the elevator, "You came alone, where is your mother?"

"My mother sent me here and left." Song Chenchen wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and looked at Li Baihan with his beautiful eyes, "Shushu, the steamed buns and millet porridge just out of the pan, you can eat them while they are hot, I will go back gone."

"Wait a minute," Li Baihan grabbed the tiger's tail on his backpack, "You come in with me first, and I'll change into clothes and send you back."

"No, no, no," Song Chenchen shook his head like a rattle, looking at him sincerely, "I stopped by, and I have to go to the Children's Palace ahead to draw some pictures."

Li Baihan frowned, "Are you going alone?"

"Well, my mommy is very busy, I can turn on the navigation, and follow the navigation in a while, I won't get lost." The little guy patted his chest proudly, like a little adult.

Li Baihan couldn't rest assured, he carried the little guy into the apartment.

"You wait here, I'll take a shower, and I'll take you to the Children's Palace after washing."

Song Chenchen nodded his head like garlic, and the way he sat there obediently was very painful. Li Baihan looked down at him, frowning slightly.

The little guy's parents are too unreliable, how can a five-year-old child go to a stranger's house alone, and let him go to the Children's Palace by himself.

With such a long distance, if something happens along the way, they will have nowhere to cry.

When Li Baihan entered the bathroom, Song Chenchen didn't wander around. He took out the drawing book and brush from his backpack, and started to draw quietly.

When Li Baihan came out of the bathroom, he saw the little guy sitting in the sun concentrating on painting, with little hair on his head.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that at the resort that day, Song Weiwei had the same kind of dull hair on her head, which was very attractive.