grab that pudding

Song Huan was not polite at all. He sat and watched Chang Cheng diligently tidy up the dining table and wash the dishes, and expanded the surface area by the way. It was too hot in summer. Although the air conditioner was turned on, the heat came back after a full meal.

"You're full, why don't you leave?" Chang Cheng, who came out of washing dishes, was issued an expulsion order.

"I'm bored at home alone, so come play with Pudding."

"What are you playing, you need to take a nap."

"Then I'll watch the door for you." Chang Cheng was really thick-skinned, matching his name.

Song Huan was lying on the sofa in a very disfigured manner, while Pudding was glued to the other side of the sofa to play with the Rubik's Cube. Song Huan never thought that Pudding would persist when he bought it.However, it was beyond imagination to be able to fight Rubik's Cube for a week.

Looking at the defenseless Song Huan, Chang Cheng felt a little itchy, but he held back.Hot, too hot.

After Changcheng walked to the other side, looking at the little pudding whose eyebrows were all tangled into a ball, he couldn't help showing off, and restored every side of the Rubik's Cube smoothly, and the little pudding's eyes were bright. Successfully earned a small fan.

Song Huan was silent beside him.Seeing you show off, you will use this trick to deceive children.

He had successfully forgotten that he was also the one who was cheated.

The greening of the community is well done. In the garden in the afternoon, there is a scalding heat wave. Through the window, you can see the clouds floating lazily in the air, and the cloudy and bright.Knowing that one after another made trouble for a long time.But when it came from afar, it had a different taste.

From the other side of the sofa came the sound of intimate conversation between the two and the sound of the Rubik's Cube twisting and clicking. A movie with a sense of age was playing on the TV, and rustling sounds could be heard from time to time.

As I listened, I fell asleep.

The two finally finished twisting the Rubik's Cube, and Little Pudding opened his mouth wide and let out a long yawn.

Chang Cheng carried the child into the room, there were a few crookedly stacked books on the small table beside the bed, a small night light, a simple light yellow quilt cover, the light smell of laundry detergent and sunlight, tranquility And warm, the taste of home.

Turned on the air conditioner, put the little pudding under the quilt, and the dazed little pudding wrapped himself in the quilt, leaving a pair of eyes that were half open, like a little butterfly, with eyelashes blinking.

Chang Cheng gently stroked the child's soft hair, then tiptoedly opened the closet, and there was indeed a small quilt.

He walked lightly to the living room, put the quilt on the sleeping person and walked away.He knew that Song Huan might not be fully asleep yet, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

After 10 minutes, he sat down on the other side of the sofa, slowly and carefully slid forward, and finally stopped in front of that person.The gentle eyes weaved into a fine net, covering this face that had been missed for many years, and finally imprinted an extremely light kiss, devout, beautiful, and pure.

In this sunny and sweet afternoon, the gloom of the past seems to be forgotten.

Song Huan checked the contents of the backpack again. Last night, Little Pudding almost moved a bag of snacks, a small coat, and an umbrella that were deleted last night... Finally, he added three bottles of water, and a kid who was so excited that he jumped up.

At the appointed time, the knock on the door rang on time, and Little Pudding ran to open the door bouncing around.

Song Huan was about to pick up his bag and leave when he saw Chang Cheng's hand stretched out onto the bag.

One look, you experience it yourself.

Chang Cheng withdrew his hand silently, turned around and picked up Little Pudding, who giggled happily.

"If you let him go by himself, it's not like he won't go."

"fine."

"Are you going by car? Why don't you take a taxi? I'm very tired when I come back." Although the drive is not very far, but after a long day of trouble, I don't know if driving is considered fatigue driving?

Chang Cheng smiled openly, and the eyes under the sword eyebrows were extraordinarily shining: "I'm not tired, just for a while, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he carried the little pudding in his arms on his shoulders, and rushed down the stairs, the noisy sound echoed throughout the stairwell.

"Let's play, let's watch the road!" Song Huan chased after the two of them, stepping up the stairs in twos and twos, with extraordinarily cheerful steps.

Little Pudding strongly requested to sit outside the tour bus.

So, Little Pudding sat on the far right, Chang Cheng was in the middle, and Song Huan was on the far left.

Song Huan: What happened?Why am I pushed to the edge?Isn't that my son?Can anyone explain what's going on?

Little Pudding's lively laughter attracted the group of aunts in the front row, probably from the sunset red tour group. They were very... enthusiastic...

"Children, do you want to eat oranges? Auntie has a lot of them here, very sweet!" He said as he took out two yellow oranges from the huge bag.Auntie, how did you smuggle in?

"Now the child is so white, white and tender, you are the child's father, yo, the two of them really look alike! They are both beautiful!" Look at this side!I'm the one... oh, so is he, he's pretty similar, you have such a good eye...

"The two father and son really look alike, like Dad, okay!" Uh...thank you?

"I've never seen such a beautiful child. Look at the big eyes and the small mouth! Look how beautiful the teeth are! How many children's teeth are broken, so beautiful!" Auntie, you are a dentist, right?

"Better looking than my older grandson! Just like the dolls on TV!" Child star potential? ?

"That's right! Ouch, the kid is so cute, can you pinch it, Auntie?" He even got started! !

Little Pudding grew up in school since he was a child. All kinds of brothers and sisters also love to watch this doll with big eyes and play tricks. The women in the village like this white and tender child from the city even more. It’s different for my children. If you go to the market to sell meat, you can make more friends with your face. They already have a certain ability to withstand stress.

So, Zheng smiled obediently and softly, revealing a very shallow pear dimple, and politely shouted: "Hello, Auntie~"

Calmly being touched and pinched, her white face turned red from being pinched.

A young man like Chang Cheng, who grew up in the flowers and later turned into a suit and leather shoes, is obviously not able to deal with such a magical creature as a Chinese aunt. Aunt A, who was sitting next to her and tried to stop rubbing her face, was photographed by Aunt B. Folding his arms, he said, "Oh, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful doll!"

He didn't pick up the fresh oranges in Aunt C's hand, with a stiff smile on his face.

Aunt Ding yelled: "Which girl is so lucky, this young man looks so good!" She even wanted to reach out and touch this "little fresh meat".

Chang Cheng moved back in horror, the skin on his face was tense, and his body was eager to pass through the back of the chair to the back row, looking as if a catastrophe was imminent.

Song Huan, who was next to him, kept watching the show with a suppressed smile, and then the aunt Ding, who couldn't make money, found out and greeted her little sister: "This young man is also good-looking! It looks like white jade, so comfortable! Hey young man, where are you from?"

Tangerine Aunt Bing quickly stuffed the oranges into Chang Cheng's hands, then took out two more and pointed them in Song Huan's direction: "Auntie has oranges, so you're welcome!"

Song Huan thought that he had seen enough of the play, and was about to open his mouth to solve it.

Aunt Ding, who was also sitting on the far left, unceremoniously took Song Huan's hand on the armrest and rubbed it with her rough hands: "Young man, your skin is so smooth!"

Song Huan was taken aback by such an unrestrained aunt, and Chang Cheng, who just jumped out of the car just before the enemy, quickly pulled Song Huan's hand back from the claws with his right hand, and put his left hand across On Song Huan's chest, he stared at Aunt Ding not very politely, and frowned.

Aunt Ding was amused: "This young man is really..."

A group of lively sisters laughed loudly one after another.

Song Huan wanted to laugh along with her, but she tried her best to hold it back, the smile rippling in the corners of her eyes, sparkling.

First, he patted Chang Cheng's food guard's hand comfortingly, and then said to Little Pudding: "Have Little Pudding said thank you to Auntie?"

Little Pudding obediently said to the smiling aunt seriously: "Auntie, thank you for the oranges~"

The aunt was coaxed into a smile.Song Huan took the oranges that were almost pushed in front of his eyes, and thanked the aunts in the front row one by one.Just as the broadcast ahead was about to drive, the aunts turned back and chatted about other things.

Song Huan saw that Chang Cheng was not sitting very comfortably, his hands were still a little unnaturally placed on the armrests and knees, not to mention that his usually confident face was not embarrassed now.

Song Huan stuffed the orange into his right hand and said with a smile, "Please eat."

The little pudding next to him imitated the example, and also gave out an orange in his hand: "Uncle, please eat~"

Then the two father and son looked at Chang Cheng, whose face was colorful and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching, and they laughed together tacitly. The little pudding fell directly on Chang Cheng's right waist, not forgetting to protect his little orange.

Only then did Chang Cheng come to his senses, stretched out his right hand to rub Pudding's head in a mischievous manner, looked at Song Huan with a smile on his face, and with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth, he pretended to be fierce and said: "You guys bully me together, I will get you out of the car and accompany the tiger later."

Song Huan opened his hands to him, smiled generously and said, "Come on—"

Chang Cheng's eyes were filled with doting helplessness, and he said, "I'll just pick a good place and throw it away later."

Can you throw it at our house?