Chapter 330

Charlene began to walk around the room, completely at a loss.

Yesterday's salary was spent on a dinner. Now there is only a bag of rice left at home. Even if she cooks porridge, she can't even afford mustard, so Xiao Song can't be with her! How to drink porridge every day when you are growing up.

Xia Lin thought of borrowing money.

However, if you want to make an overseas call to Jaffe, she can't even afford the overseas call!

What's that sentence called? The house leaks every night rain.

Xiao Song wakes up when Xia Lin is anxious.

"Ma Ma..." He rubbed his eyes, just got up the voice appears to be more soft and fragile, Xialin heard this sound, the heartstrings are moved several times.

He can't correct his address any more. Last night, he called him auntie. As a result, song Leng, who looked very smart, didn't correct it all night, or insisted on calling him Ma Ma.

"Up?" Xia Lin ran to tidy up his clothes for him. Ah, the poor child is still wearing yesterday's clothes. She has no money to buy clothes for him now.

"Pee." Xiao Song smiles at her.

Xia Lin quickly took him to the bathroom to urinate.

In other words, Xia Lin was still very surprised at Xiao Song in some aspects. He was only one and a half years old. He walked steadily and walked like a little adult. He was very good and did not wet his bed. Except in the police station last night, he had not cried and laughed like a fox.

In addition, they brush their teeth and wash their feet. They are not like a child of one and a half years old. In Xia Lin's cognition, children can barely reach this level until they are three or four years old!

After washing and washing, Xiao Song ran to hold Xia Lin's leg and said, "Ma Ma Hungry. "

Well, Xia Lin just thought about it, except that she was only a half year old.

But before borrowing money, she could only cook porridge for him now.

Fortunately, there were some dried fungus in the cupboard. Xia Lin threw some pieces into it, and soon the rice cooker automatically cooked the agaric porridge for them.

Xia Lin is holding a pot, which is not very good for Xiao Song.

After looking at Xiao Song and this pot of porridge, I hesitated.

Xiao Song ran over with a smile, "Xiang Xiang."

Xia Lin was blushed by his fragrant words, and his eyes were sour. He squatted down and pinched his face. "I'm sorry, Xiao Song, your first visit to my aunt's house. My aunt should have prepared a lot of delicious food for you. But now she is poor and has no money to buy it. You must forgive me. After my aunt developed, I promise to make up for you."

Xiao Song blinked her eyes and looked at her. She didn't know if she understood her. She looked very cute. She laughed and took a mouthful of porridge in her hand.

"Oh, ah..." He ran all over the floor.

"Why are you so anxious? Are you hungry? Let me blow it for you Xia Lin couldn't help blowing his red mouth.

After a while, they had a very happy breakfast. Xia Lin felt that it was not too much to say that Xiao Song was her good friend for many years. She got along with Xiao Song in a very harmonious way. There was no ill feeling and embarrassment at all. It was just like

It's like they should be.

Xiao Song didn't dislike her porridge at all, so she stopped eating it.

Make Xia Lin also subconsciously touch his stomach

She and Ling Yizhou had planned to have children, but because of the influence of the red Viola, ye Xinjian said that she was difficult to conceive. Now looking at Xiao Song, she thought that she wanted a child was crazy. Holding Xiao Song, the softest part in her heart was touched.

But now, he is no longer difficult to conceive, but who will have children with in this life. When she left Ling's family, she had no idea of giving birth to Ling Yizhou.

"Ma Ma." Xiao Song is full, relying on Xia Lin to call, then seriously watching his cartoon.

"Xiao Song, what's your full name?" Suddenly Charlene got up to understand his idea.

Xiao Song's line of sight continued to stay on the TV, thought about it and said two words: "Zhao song."

"How can I give you such a strange name?" Zhao Jiajing and Qin Zhaoyan are two history fans. In fact, she doesn't like history.

Xiao Song turns his head and smiles at Xia Lin, "song and song are babies, wooden."

Then he repeated: "wood, the top of the Baogai."

"Curious, how do you know my nickname?" Xia Lin laughed, thinking that the blind cat met a dead mouse and barked his name.

Who let him speak not clearly, the tone is strange.

When song heard this, she turned to watch TV.

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Charlene rubbed his head.

At this time, someone rang the doorbell at the door of the house. She did not care what happened to Xiao Song. She was surprised to open the door.

When she saw Lisa in the door hole, she suddenly remembered that Lisa had received a text message yesterday, saying she would come over.Xia Lin has some helplessness. Now she doesn't want to see Lisa, because she has never finished mentioning Ling Yizhou.

But since the family has come, there is no reason to close the door and disappear. Xia Lin still bravely opens the door.

"Sister Lisa, how can you come to me when you are so busy?" She's trying to make Lisa realize that she's not worth the time of her agent.

"Well, the last fashion week you went to New York was with Chu Yan and pan Shuangshuang. Do you remember that time? We won the group award. I came here today to tell you the good news. By the way... " Lisa said, suddenly saw a small man sitting in the living room watching TV.

Lisa was suddenly struck by thunder. The whole person was still. Don't mention talking. She couldn't move.

"Sister Lisa, what's the matter with you?" Xia Lin touches her and takes a worried look at Xiao Song. She knows that Lisa will think nonsense. She should hide Xiao song before opening the door.

Lisa came back from the shock. Her face was full of incredible light, and she approached Xiao Song step by step, "Oh, my God! My God, Charlene

"Sister Lisa, stop yelling." Xia Lin covered his ears. "I know what you want to say, but I must tell you solemnly that his name is Zhao song. He is not my child. He has no blood relationship with me."

"Ah?" Lisa was shocked at first, and then shocked by Xia Lin's words for the second time. After observing Xia Lin for several times, she said, "Xia Lin, how old are you this year?"

"I'm 24. Xiao Song is one and a half years old now, so I can't be his mother. I just graduated when he was born." Xia Lin was scared by the police yesterday and was busy explaining.

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