Song Yan spends the weekend with baozi in the apartment. In fact, she wants to take him out to play, but her current situation is not suitable for taking him out to play. In case of being photographed by Xu Zhiyu, her relationship with Li Qingyu will be broken.

For xiaobaozi, she is full of guilt.

"Baby, I'm sorry I can't take you out."

"Ma Ma, it doesn't matter. Just be with you." Although xiaobaozi is very young, he is very sensible.

Song Yan held him in her arms, bowed her head and kissed his handsome face, "baby, you are really my mother's sweet little cotton padded jacket."

At this time, Li Qingyu came back from the outside. He was talking to someone on the phone. His face looked not so good.

"Xiaoxuan is really following me outside. I won't take him back so soon, so you don't have to wait."

Hearing this conversation, song Yan guesses that he must be talking to his mother.

In fact, Luo Suwen is also very good to xiaobaozi, but xiaobaozi is her psychological shadow after all. It doesn't mean that she can eliminate it all at once.

"Mom, about that woman, don't try to do my ideological work any more. I won't agree to be with her." After Li Qingyu finished this sentence, he hung up directly.

He didn't know what kind of ecstasy Qiao Qian had given her mother. Knowing that she had played with Xu Zhiyu like that, she even pushed her to him, as if he couldn't get a wife except her.

In fact, Qiao Qian's personality is similar to Xu Zhiyu's in many ways. Her face looks harmless, but in fact her heart is very dark. She also has the same hobby as Xu Zhiyu, that is, having sex with men.

We are all adults, and it's normal to have some needs. Li Qingyu can understand this, but understanding is understanding. He won't be with such a woman.

"You're back." Song Yan greets him with a smile.

He nodded his head lightly and came to their mother and son. As soon as he approached them, before he could sit down and have a sip of tea, he heard his son's tender voice coming into his ears.

"Dad, you're back. I'm hungry. Go and cook for me and Mama." The little steamed stuffed bun said and touched his stomach. He looked really hungry.

Song Yan looked at him with tears and laughter. Before that, she asked him several times whether he was hungry or not. He said he was not hungry. As soon as Li Qingyu came back, he said he was going to be hungry. So what kind of situation is this?

Li Qingyu has seen his son's intention for a long time, but he loves song Yan, so he can't bear to let her cook. When he comes back, he immediately orders him to do these things.

Alas, he suddenly wants a daughter, but song Yan's pass is really hard. After all, five years ago, the loss of her child hit her a lot, and he didn't dare to touch her heart easily.

Finally, he stood up, rolled up his sleeve and said, "OK, I'm going to cook."

After he went into the kitchen and was busy for a while, song Yan came to help him, and their cooperation was very tacit and warm.

"Your mother still wants you to be with that Qiao Qian?" Song Yan asked tentatively.

If this is the case, then the probability that she wants to be recognized by Luo Suwen is almost zero. Coupled with the unhappiness of the last time, she and Luo Suwen may not be able to get along with each other peacefully.

"Well." Li Qingyu light should way, and then comfort her, "you can rest assured, my heart that the wife is only you, no one else can take your position."

His words undoubtedly gave her a big reassurance.

Song Yan pulls up the corner of her mouth and shows a smile of peace of mind.

"Of course I know what you mean, but your mother's side..."

Alas, when it comes to the problems of her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, song Yan seems to be at a loss. After all, her experience in this field can be said to be zero. There is no reference for her to get along with Pan Xueni before. No matter how hard she tries to please her, that woman just tries to embarrass her and prevent her from having a good life, so she worries Luo Suwen will be just like Pan Xueni. She will not be happy with her all her life.

"Don't worry, if my mother really finds out the relationship between us, I will try to convince her that you are my woman, and I won't let you be wronged." If his mother wants to embarrass song Yan, he will not stand by and help her, and will not encourage his mother's arrogance.

"In fact, it's OK for me to suffer a little grievance. I don't want you and your mother to make trouble because of me." Song Yan is also a mother. She knows that her mother can pay unconditionally for her children. Naturally, Luo Suwen hopes to help Li Qingyu when she finds a partner. She does not want to be a stumbling block at any time.

"It's OK. Just stay with me." Li Qingyu's eyes are filled with some complicated emotions. It's really difficult for his mother and the woman he loves to choose one, but he will try to achieve balance."I'm going to be the editor in chief of the magazine, or I'm going to vacate this position." Song Yan didn't want to talk to him about the heavy topic just now, so she changed the topic, "what do you think of my proposal?"

"Yes, if you are the editor in chief, it's not impossible." What she wants to do, Li Qingyu naturally supports, "in a word, you can do well and have a bright future."

After listening to his encouragement, song Yan laughed and joked: "if I can get your boss's affirmation, I will work hard and not let you down."

"I'll have to wait and see." Li Qingyu picked up a shrimp from the pot with chopsticks and stretched it to song Yan's mouth. "You try how it tastes."

He made fried prawns in oil, which smelled delicious.

Song Yan opens her mouth and eats it. Because it's hot, she eats it very slowly. But from her reaction, we can see that Li Qingyu's fried prawns are very delicious.

"It's delicious."

"Ma Ma, I want to eat, too." In the hall, a person playing a little boring bun, smelling the fragrance coming from the kitchen, immediately lost his toys and walked to the kitchen.

Song Yan also took a shrimp and blew it with her mouth. After she was sure it was not so hot, she gave it to him.

"Baby, this is made by my father. Is it delicious?"