Chapter 1108

Song Weiyi's footsteps stopped, and Xu Canyang didn't explain how to deal with Xu Lijing, but keeping her locked up was not an option.

"She's fine. Grandpa has his own ideas. We'll talk about it when he comes back."

Song Weiyi didn't know Xu Canyang's plan, even in front of Xiao Ling, he didn't dare to speak nonsense, so as not to convey wrong information to Xiao Ling.

"That's right. It's not something glorious after all. Fortunately, there are no related rumors on the Internet. I think Dad has already made preparations for this." Xiaoling smiled, hiding the disappointment that flashed in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the old man made it so mysterious that even Song Weiyi didn't know about it.

Is it true that Song Weiyi doesn't know, or is she not telling herself?

Xiao Ling himself has no answer to this question, but the possibility cannot be ruled out.

She thinks that for Song Weiyi, she has already given her heart and soul.

But whether people think so, I don't know.

Thinking about it this way, Xiaoling felt that there was probably something wrong with Xu Lijing's matter.

"Little aunt, I'll carry Dabao up first, and I'll talk about it later." Song Weiwei lowered his head, motioning to the child in his arms, and the younger son who was dozing off while grabbing the hem of her clothes.

The two little guys used to go to bed at half past nine, and it was already ten o'clock now.

"Erbao, be good, it's hard for mom to hold my brother, can I ask my aunt to take you upstairs?" Xiao Ling bent over, with a discussing tone on his face, and wanted to hold Xu Jinxing's hand, but the little guy pushed him away.

Before going to bed and when waking up, the twins are most emotionally sensitive, and it is rare for outsiders to coax them.

What's more, Song Weiyi is standing next to him at this moment, how could he be willing to let Xiao Ling touch him?

Xiao Ling's movements froze, he didn't know whether to put his hand down or continue to reach over, a little embarrassed.

"Little aunt, I can come by myself. You can take a rest. You have been tired all day. Go to bed early."

Song Weiyi also felt a little rude about his son's reaction, so he quickly changed the subject.

"OK, good night."

Going upstairs, Song Weiyi carried the eldest son to the bed and wiped his face with hot water.

The little guy didn't feel anything about it at all, and had been sleeping and snoring a little.

After pinching the little guy's nose on the bed, Song Weiyi kissed his son, and then found a set of pajamas to bathe another little ancestor.

"Is Erbao sleepy? Do you want to sleep?" Song Weiwei asked his son warmly, touching his son's little head.

The little guy opened his mouth and yawned, looking too sleepy.

"Well, I want to feel it." The soft voice was full of sleepiness.

"How about, Mama washes your face, and you go to sleep with your brother, okay?" Song Weiyi knelt down and discussed with his son.

Seeing that the little guy is so sleepy that he can barely open his eyes, it's the same if he takes a bath tomorrow.

However, Pei Erbao didn't agree, he opened his arms to ask Song Weiwei to carry him into the bathroom, and insisted on taking a bath.

"At such a young age, you know how to take a bath every day? Are you a clean freak?" Song Weiyi asked with a smile while undressing the little guy.

The bathtub was filled with hot water, Pei Erbao's eyes lit up, and he even felt less drowsy.

"I'm like my father." Pei Erbao took a serious look at Song Weiyi, his body was white and tender, just like a young bamboo shoot that just popped up.

Then, in front of Song Weiyi, he jumped into the bathtub with a plop.

Hot water splashed all over Song Weiyi's body, "Ah...Pei Erbao, did you do it on purpose? Ma Ma's clothes are all wet."

"Together, Mama together." Pei Erbao giggled while sitting in the bathtub, seeing Song Weiyi in a mess, and pouring water on her maliciously.

"Little villain, don't play with the water, take a bath quickly, and go to bed after the bath."

Song Weiyi grabbed the little loach-like son, fixed him on the edge of the bathtub, and washed his fragrant and soft body.

"Ma Ma, come in and take a shower." Pei Erbao asked for the second time.

Song Weiwei scratched his nose, "Mum, I'll wash it later."

Pei Erbao was lying on the edge of the bathtub, pouted, and muttered words in his small mouth.

After taking a shower, I didn't feel so sleepy.

"I want to put on incense, I want to put on incense." Just after getting dressed, Pei Erbao ran around the room, shouting as he ran.

Song Weiyi followed behind, wishing to catch him and give him a spanking.

"Brother is sleeping, son, can't you be quiet?"

At a young age, not only did he know how to kiss girls secretly, but he also knew how to put on fragrance after taking a bath.

The more Song Weiwei looked at it, the more he felt that his youngest son had the potential to be philandering.

But even so, he resignedly took out body lotion and applied it to him.

"Mama, I want to hear a story." Pei Erbao obediently nestled in Song Weiyi's arms, raised his head, blinked his eyes, and demanded.

"Going to bed after listening to the story?" Song Weiwei asked deliberately.

"sleep."

After carrying the child to the bed, Song Weiwei took out his mobile phone and did a few Baidu searches.

The child is getting bigger and bigger, and the few things she racked her brain to think of are no longer able to scare the little guy.

Even the stories in the storybook have been told several times.

"Mama, I want to talk to Papa." Pei Erbao sat up abruptly, interrupting Song Weiyi's storytelling role that he finally entered.

Song Weiyi "..."

Son, are you here to make trouble now?

"Dad is sleeping, talk to him tomorrow."

Seeing that eleven o'clock was coming, Song Weiyi directly rejected Pei Erbao's request, and it was the kind that had no room to fight back.

Then, he turned off the light forcefully and coaxed his son to sleep.

Half an hour later, Song Weiwei finally got up with Pei Erbao, got up exhausted, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The next day, Children's Day.

Song Weiwei set the alarm clock and got up early to make breakfast. Naturally, the main target was the three elders in the hospital.

Probably because she didn't sleep well at night, her dark circles were a bit heavy, and she was a little powerless to do anything.

Just as the millet porridge was cooked, there was a burst of footsteps outside the living room.

Pei Dabao ran in full of vigor, wearing a little yellow duck suit, and smugly approved a small suit jacket, which looked a bit nondescript.

"Pfft, Dabao, who gave you the clothes?" Song Weiyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Lowering his head again, seeing Pei Dabao wearing his shoes inside out, he was even more speechless.

"Ma Ma, today is Children's Day, let's go horseback riding."

This was what Song Weiyi had promised them before coming here.

Unexpectedly, something happened, and the original plan was probably going to be shelved.

"You dress so handsomely, do you just want to ride a big horse?" Song Weiyi turned off the fire and squatted in front of Pei Dabao.

The little guy nodded vigorously, his hair was a little messy, but he looked cute and cute.

"Dabao, we went to the hospital last night, do you remember?"

"I remember, add grandpa, add grandma."

"And uncle, he was injured and bled a lot, so he could only lie on the bed, did you see that?"