"Xiao Yi is also our child. I treat him as my own. I love him very much and don't treat him unfairly at all." Xu Anya bumped Song Zhixu's arm, "right?"

Song Zhixu nodded: "Yes."

How could he not obey his wife's words?

Of course I have to agree.

But it is true that he and Anya truly treat Song Wei as their own.

Speaking of this, Song Nianhe asked: "You two have been married for so many years. When do you plan to have children? In this case, Xiaoyi will also have younger brothers and sisters. Otherwise, he will be alone all day long, how lonely he will be."

Xu Anya looked surprised: "Have you started to induce labor?"

"Can't you?" Song Nianhe smiled, "My parents have asked me several times in private. They also want to have a grandson."

"Isn't this You Xiaoyi?"

"Xiao Yi is also a grandson."

Xu Anya replied: "Same."

"No, when did you give birth?" Song Nianhe was very curious. "We have been living together for several years. Haven't we had enough?"

Xu Anya was silent.

Song Zhixu, on the other hand, put his arm around his wife's shoulders: "It's really not enough. Let's talk about it in two years."

"Two years and two years later, my parents' hair turned gray."

"I don't think my parents are in a hurry, but you are very anxious." Song Zhixu said with a smile, "You also want to see Anya and I working so hard for our children."

Song Nianhe's little thoughts were exposed and he touched his nose awkwardly.

Yes, she hopes her brother and sister-in-law can experience the pain of raising a baby!

If you are not your own person, you cannot truly empathize with it!

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly," Song Nianhe waved his hand, "I'd better think about how to educate that brat tonight."

Xu Anya asked: "What mistake did Xiao Yi make?"

"I'll ask him carefully about the kindergarten."

night.

In the children's bedroom, Song Weiyi was wearing cartoon pajamas and sitting on the floor playing with Lego.

Song Nianhe opened the door and walked in.

She sat down opposite Song Weiyi.

"Mama, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Song Weiyi asked, "Do you still want to beat me?"

"When did I really hit you?"

He tilted his head and thought about it, and it seemed like the same thing.

The sound of thunder is loud and the raindrops are small.

Light scares him.

"But Mom, you are so fierce," Song Weiyi said, "I hope you are gentle, kind, considerate, caring, cute, virtuous, and soft-spoken..."

"Stop." Song Nianhe interrupted him, "The whole family pampers you. If I don't care about you anymore, you can go to heaven."

"I don't have wings, so I can't go up to the sky."

Song Nianhe: "..."

She coughed and straightened her expression: "What happened in the kindergarten? You should tell me first. The teacher told me that you bullied your classmates. Is it true?"

Song Weiyi was playing with the toys in his hand. When he heard these words, he immediately shook his head.

"No, really not, Mom." He answered seriously, "It was the male classmate who bullied the female classmate first and pulled her pigtails. I saw it and stopped me, patted his hand and was fierce. He said. He is timid, so he was scared to tears by me."

Song Nianhe blinked.

She... misunderstood her son?

Did he heroically save the beauty in kindergarten? !

"Mama, do you think I was wrong?" Song Weiyi asked, "If I really did something wrong, I can apologize. But I think it is the most basic thing that boys cannot bully girls. Right?"


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