My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

The table in the living room is covered with a light-colored tablecloth, and the thin lace around the edge looks a bit cute. In the glass bottle on the table, there is also a bouquet of small pink flowers, which are so delicate and beautiful that it is easy to see. I know it was just put on in the morning.

The noon sun should be warm, but now it softly penetrates through the gaps in the window screens, casting a bright light in the room, and the beige curtains are blown by the breeze from time to time, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers.

Different from Song Wang's neatness and simplicity when he lived alone, this place feels very homely and warm.

Recalling the European-style decoration of his home, and the large pair of colorful oil paintings that can be seen as soon as he entered the door, Ke Yanze found that he still prefers this style.

Not so cold, not with a heavy sense of luxury.

The corners of Ke Yanze's lips raised a slight arc, and he sat on the cushioned sofa.

Song Wang opened the refrigerator, took out the apple juice Mrs. Song had squeezed by herself, went to sit beside him, and poured him a glass.

Ke Yanze took a sip and licked his lips: "It's so sweet."

Young Master Ke is addicted to sweets, so this sweet apple juice is naturally very suitable for him.

When he was about to take another sip, the glass in his hand was taken away by Song Wang, and he looked at him.

Song Wang shook the cup and said: "I have a bad stomach, drink less ice."

When Ke Yanze heard the words, he didn't insist on it, and then he leaned into Song Wang's ear very unscrupulously, and said a word:

"May I go into your room?"

Song Wang: "..."

It happened that Mrs. Song came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, and saw the scene where the friend brought by the son was talking in Song Wang's ear.Although her son's expression looked helpless, Mrs. Song swore that she saw the doting in his eyes for real.

Puzzled in her heart, but she didn't say it out, Mrs. Song said with a smile: "Dinner will be served later."

As soon as he heard Mrs. Song's voice, Ke Yanze's unruly appearance immediately became serious: "Good auntie."

What a cute kid.

Mrs. Song was thinking in her heart, when she was about to go back to the kitchen, she suddenly seemed to think of something, she stopped and stood where she was.

wait a minute, kid...

He was so happy to see his son come back that he almost forgot about the business.

Mrs. Song frowned, turned around, looked at Song Wang, and said aggressively: "Be honest with Mom, when did you have a son? If your Aunt Lin hadn't told me, I would still be in the dark. "

Song Wang smiled: "Mom, I don't have a son, Aunt Lin made a mistake."

"Wrong? Impossible, I've seen all the photos."

When her neighbor Xiao Lin told her, she really didn't believe it, but when she saw the photos and Xiao Lin read the comments from netizens to her, Mrs. Song now firmly believes it.

"The girl gave birth to you, so you should bring it back and show it to Mom. Mom doesn't blame you for making mistakes, but I'm afraid that you will let down the good girl..."

Song Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't know how to explain to himself, and when he turned around, he saw Ke Yanze's gloating eyes

Song Wang raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I do not have a son, but Mom, I have already brought the girl."

Ke Yanze: "..."

"Where is it?" Mrs. Song frowned with her hips crossed.

Song Wang turned his head and looked at Ke Yanze with gentle eyes.

"At this."