Paranoid villain he spoils me

Song Heming never thought that his eyes would turn red when he saw Gu Suixin.

He thought that he would be calmer, more restrained, and calmer than his wife.

But when he really saw Gu Suixin, his heart was like a tsunami, setting off a stormy sea.

When Mrs. Song was so excited that his arm hurt, he came back to his senses, took a deep breath and shouted, "Xinxin, Dad is here."

Gu Suixin endured her sore nose, nodded and said, "Hello."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and patted the heads of the two cubs, looked at Song Heming and his wife, Song Yuanzhen and Song Qingqing, and said, "Da Bao, Er Bao, call someone."

Lu Zhi and Lu Ao were smart in the first place, they had Gu Suixin's reminder just now, and now they heard their mother ask them to call someone, so they immediately understood.

Lu Ao has always been sweet-talking, and he is willing to let go.

He let go of Gu Suixin's hand, then ran towards Song Qingqing, and after holding her, he looked at Song Heming and his wife and Song Yuanzhen, whose eyes were fixed on him.

"Are you my grandparents and uncle?"

Song Heming and his wife: "!!!"

Song Yuanzhen: "!!!"

The three members of the Song family were immediately warmed by the question. Mrs. Song squatted down and rubbed Lu Ao's chubby face, "Yes, yes, yes, I am grandma! Are you the first treasure or the second treasure?"

After finishing speaking, she immediately smiled and said: "I see, you are the second treasure Lu Ao, Aunt Qingqing told us about it."

While Mrs. Song was speaking, Lu Zhi also came over.

But he didn't say anything, but silently looked at his grandparents, waiting for them to talk to Lu Ao.

On the contrary, Song Yuanzhen was very careful, and was the first to notice Lu Zhi standing next to Song Heming.

He walked over and also squatted down, with a warm smile on his face, passing the gentleness to Lu Zhi like a spring breeze.

Lu Zhi pursed his lips tightly, and was about to squeeze out the word "uncle" when he heard Song Yuanzhen ask him, "Hi Dabao, I'm uncle."

"Hello, Uncle."

"It's so cute!"

The smile in Song Yuanzhen's eyes was even stronger, he took the initiative to extend his arm to Lu Zhi, "Can uncle hug you?"

"..."

Lu Zhi hesitated, and even subconsciously glanced at Gu Suixin who was standing a few steps away.

Gu Suixin nodded, but there was no force in his eyes, he did not make a decision for him, but said: "Uncle is just asking you, if you feel uncomfortable, you can refuse."

Song Yuanzhen was slightly taken aback by this, but he didn't feel a bit uncomfortable.

He just didn't expect that Gu Suixin's parenting philosophy was very similar to Mrs. Song's.

In his memory, Song Heming and his wife also respected his sister Song Qingqing's wishes when he was a child.

When he grows up and has his own adolescence and rebellious period, they only give guidance, but never force him, and never mention him to make a decision.

As a result, he is now on the right path.

He was very pleased, and even at this moment, he completely felt the wonder of blood relationship.

Lu Zhi looked at his uncle, thought for a while, then leaned forward slightly, and then used his small arm to hook Song Yuanzhen's neck, "Thank you, Uncle."

This is a promise.

Song Yuanzhen was overjoyed, and immediately hugged Lu Zhi.

Then, this gentle and jade-like doctor husband who became the husband of a doctor that thousands of girls in Beijing wanted to marry, laughed so hard that he didn't look like a male god at all, but said to his parents: "Dad, Mom, look! Dabao kisses me!"

Song Heming and his wife, who were teasing Lu Ao, turned their heads and saw their son's smug face, and they wished they could kick him back into the furnace for rebuilding immediately!

However, Mrs. Song reacted quickly, she immediately stretched out her hand to Lu Ao, and said, "Erbao, grandma wants to hug you too."

Lu Ao smiled sweetly, "Okay! I also want to get close to grandma."

Song Heming, who was alone: ​​"..."

Got it!

Only his wounded family vibe achieved!

He shook his head helplessly, but there was an uncontrollable smile in his eyes. Even seeing the picture of his wife and son hugging their two grandchildren, his eyes turned red again.

His gaze also fell on Gu Suixin who was standing in front.

He thought for a while, and took the initiative to walk over.

Then, the man who can get along well with everyone outside has lived half his life, but he is a little poor at words.

Song Heming looked at Gu Suixin with piercing eyes, held it back for a few seconds, finally stretched out his hand, and said cautiously, "Hi Xinxin, I'm Dad."

Gu Suixin: "..."

She was very touched. The more nervous Song Heming was, the more he seemed to care.

In two lifetimes, Gu Suixin has never experienced the love of a father and a mother.

At this time, being looked at by a middle-aged man with excellent temperament like Song Heming excitedly and lovingly, and making a handshake gesture towards her, she somehow wanted to laugh.

Forcibly suppressing the contradictory emotions, he reached out and shook hands with Song Heming, "Dad."

A single word made the man who was steady, reserved and introverted, who prided himself on being strong, burst into tears instantly!

He held Gu Suixin's hand tightly with tears in his eyes, and replied heavily, "Hey!"

Song Heming's emotional breakdown made Gu Suixin feel at a loss for a moment.

She showed a rare expression of embarrassment. After pursing her lips, she covered the other hand, pressed the back of Song Heming's hand, then patted his back, and offered him a hug.

"It's great to be your daughter again."

"!!!"

Song Heming's tears became even more unrestrained.

Just when he couldn't hold back and was about to cry, his shoulder was suddenly patted, "What are you doing? Today is the day of reunion with your daughter, son-in-law and grandson. What do you look like crying here?"

Mrs. Song's eyes were also red, but she didn't know if it was because she had vented her anger once at home, or if she was pretending to be calm. At this time, she was more stable and restrained than Father Song.

She smiled and looked at Gu Suixin, "Xinxin, don't be intimidated by your father, he is not usually so fragile, but seeing you is so funny."

Gu Suixin nodded, and at the same time, Song Heming let go of her and said, "Yes, yes, it's my fault that I'm too excited, and I don't seem stable at all."

"..."

Ah well, there is no need to forcefully seek compensation.

Song Yuanzhen walked up to Gu Suixin, still holding Lu Zhi in his arms, but it didn't prevent him from reaching out to Gu Suixin, "Xinxin, I'm brother."

"Well, brother."

"What about me?" Mrs. Song became unhappy for a moment, "I also want to hear Xinxin call me mother."

Gu Suixin: "..."

Why are there more and more people competing for favor?

She really wanted to touch her forehead, but both hands were held.

Gu Suixin could only smile and say to Mrs. Song, "Mom."

"Eh!!!"

Mrs. Song freed one hand to shake off the bag on her shoulder, then looked back at Song Qingqing, "Qingqing, come and help me get the bag."

After Song Qingqing helped him open the bag, Mrs. Song took out 4 red packets from inside.

Handed it generously to Gu Suixin and the two grandchildren, "This is a gift from your mother! Accept it quickly, don't be polite to me."

Gu Suixin was about to say that she was a junior, but Lu Ao said excitedly, "Wow!!! Big red envelope!!! Is it Chinese New Year yet? Thank you grandma!!!"

In the next second, the red envelope was in his hands.

Gu Suixin was speechless, it would be impolite to smash it here.

However, this kind of gathering atmosphere is what Gu Suixin feels is the warmest atmosphere in this situation.

She loves it.