Li Guifen and the others were not very careful, but this was not good, so they should have to sleep in bed.

Cough, otherwise how can you regenerate.

Li Guifen asked Song Ling to sleep first, and when he left, he pulled Lin Qiao and said, "You can't let Tingfan be too much, and the girl is not spoiled."

"He knew it in his mind and would separate when he was three years old."

Lin Qiao was not worried that Song Tingfan would always spoil his child. He remembered that the child was two months old and three years old, so he had plans in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Li Guifen breathed a sigh of relief. She thought of something and smiled. "Earlier, your sister-in-law teased Yu'er and asked her if she liked her father or mother. She said she liked both of them, but she didn't like her mother a little bit, so she stole her father and her pancakes."

Song Tingfan took Lin Qiao to eat anything. Cough, Lin Qiao only had a child after eating it. She felt a little embarrassed, "Cough, she can't eat it."

Li Guifen angrily said to her like she knew it, and then she said seriously: "Yu'er is probably having a problem with walking, so she crawled with her butt sticking out. Your father asked her to leave, but she didn't even leave."

There is no problem, it’s just being lazy. On weekdays, her father goes home, she runs faster than anyone else, but this daughter recognizes someone and leaves.

But I can't climb anymore.

Lin Qiao nodded, "The shop is not busy these days, I'll watch it at home."

After talking for a while, she went home and saw that her daughter had already fallen asleep in a strange shape on the bed. She smiled and quickly looked at Song Tingfan, joking in a low voice: "My daughter is almost your life."

Song Tingfan didn't say anything, then took out the purple corn cake from the cabinet and gave it to her. Lin Qiao's eyes lit up and she said softly: "When did you buy it?"

Zizu cake is only available in the city. I have eaten it once before. It is soft and fragrant, and is not greasy.

She really likes to eat.

"I'm going to take it too late, only three yuan."

Song Tingfan paused for a moment and said, "I'll go buy it in a few days."

It turned out that there were only three pieces, no wonder she didn't take them out again. Lin Qiao glanced at her daughter and went out to eat with the pastry. Cough, she was not embarrassed to be a mother at all.

When she went back to the room, Song Tingfan had already put his daughter in the bottom and was waiting for her to go to bed.

She took off her shoes and slept in the middle, leaned over and kissed her daughter, and whispered: "My dear daughter, I'm sleeping so well." After that, she pulled the thin and covered her with a cover.

Song Tingfan slept the far side and hugged her from behind, "You are good at wife, too."

He kissed her in the face, and then kissed her again.

Lin Qiao turned her head and pressed her head, "Don't move around, my daughter wakes up later."

When you wake up, you will have no peace.

"I won't wake up." Song Tingfan touched her waist...

...

The next day, Song Ling went home to study with a cloth bag. He accidentally saw the paper bag in the pastry. He looked at his mother, "Mom, has Dad bought you pastries again?"

Song Yu was immediately playing around and looked at the woman. Lin Qiao shook her head guiltily, "No, do you want to eat pastries? I'll ask my dad to buy it for you."

"Mom lie, the paper bags are there, I know that if my father doesn't let us go home, he just bought you something delicious." Although Song Ling said that, he was not unhappy at all. He gave his mother food to him.

He will be happy if his father is kind to his mother.

Song Yu's little mouth was slapped, "Mom is so bad that she won't give it to me and my brother."

"Dad is bad, too."

After taking a look at the paper bag, Lin Qiao said: "..."

She touched the tip of her nose, "Let your dad buy it later."

The two children didn't believe it, and Song Ling thought of something, "Mom, the master said that he wanted his family to go to school, who would you go with your father?"

"Go to your father." Lin Qiao's back pain didn't want to walk, cough, and someone wouldn't let her see Master Cheng.

Master Cheng is not married yet.

Song Ling nodded happily, Song Yu, who was sticking his butt, stood up and grabbed him, and said angrily: "Brother, I want to go, I will be obedient and don't speak."

The round face was white and cute. Song Ling hugged her and kissed her a few times, "Be good, sister, don't go, my brother will come back at noon, I'll buy you candy."

"Brother, I want to go, brother~" Song Ling acted coquettishly.

Song Yu was not careful. Lin Qiao saw that Song Ling was holding her hard and was afraid that the two of them would fall. She reached out to take Song Yu, "I stick my butt out every day, and I want to go to school with my brother. Then those brothers and sisters all laugh at you."

Song Yu pouted with a high mouth, "I can leave."

"Can you go or not!"

"Hmph, Daddy hugs me and doesn't have to leave."

"Your father spoils you, but I don't spoil you. As long as you see you clinging with your butt, I will beat you with a stick."

Song Yu was unhappy and wanted to go down with his legs. Lin Qiao was unstable and stole it backwards. She quickly let go of her, then fell to the ground, hit the edge of the stool, and she "hissed".

"Mom!" Song Ling hurried over to help her.

Before Lin Qiao could say anything, Song Tingfan ran in and quickly helped her up, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I fell accidentally." Lin Qiao glanced at her daughter's look of scaring and crying.

Song Tingfan naturally disbelief and glanced at his daughter. After Lin Qiao sat down, he pursed his lips, "Who pushed her mother?"

Song Yu was a little more coquettish, but she wouldn't lie. She had tears in her eyes, "Dad, it's me..."

"I didn't mean it..."

"I can't push my mother when I say it, so I'll stand for a quarter of an hour." Song Tingfan didn't go to see him, and he tried hard to let her stand in the corner.

Song Yu nodded obediently, looked at Lin Qiao, and sobbed, "Mom, do you feel pain? I'll give you a blow."

"It doesn't hurt, it's okay." Lin Qiao felt sad and said again: "Forget it this time..."

Before he could speak, the man interrupted in a deep voice: "No."

Finally, Song Yu went to stand in the corner crying.

Song Tingfan wanted to accompany Song Ling to the school. He rummaged through the closet for a while, and finally looked at Lin Qiao, "Where did the blue clothes you bought go?"

"The bottom cabinet is here. Didn't you say that the clothes are inconvenient to wear?" Lin Qiao went out to help him take them out, then helped him wear them, and looked at him carefully.

Although there was a mark on her face, it was not very obvious. Although Song Ling looked very similar to him, she thought Song Tingfan was more handsome and had more suitable facial features.

Perhaps because Song Ling inherited her face slightly, she became a little more delicate.

She blinked, "So handsome, there must be a girl watching you."

"But it's useless to look at it anymore. You've already married a pretty wife."

Song Tingfan couldn't help laughing, held her hand, lowered his head and kissed her, and said quietly: "If this happens, you can't go to school."

Lin Qiao poked his face, "Go quickly, Song Lun."

The couple was so tired that Song Tingfan took Song Ling to the school for a long time.

Song Ling wiped the stool, "Dad, sit down."

"Yes." After Song Tingfan sat down, he hugged him on his lap. Song Ling turned his head and glanced, his little mouth couldn't close his smile.

When Cheng Sheng saw Song Tingfan, he nodded respectfully, and then went to the stage. "This small exam was generally said to be pretty good, especially Song Ling, who was the best in the school. His remarks were quite pertinent. If you have time, you can borrow some reading."

Suddenly everyone else looked at Song Ling, but Song Ling looked at his father, looking eager to praise him.

Song Tingfan gently patted his arm to show praise.

The Master said that it was all morning and he left the class after noon. Some men left the school and yawned repeatedly, "I'm sleepy."

"That's not, the Master is just amazing. He said that he has not repeated it for so long."

“This is even more popular than working.”

Compared to them, Song Tingfan was much better. He held Song Ling and lowered his head and said, "What do you want to eat."

Song Ling thought seriously, "Dad, I want to eat the ribs you made that day."

Song Tingfan nodded, "Okay."

"Dad, you are so nice! Even fat dad can't cook."

"Dad, which teacher do you like?"

"Your mother."

"..., Daddy, I mean what word "Master" you like, not mother."

"I only like what your mother wrote."

“…, OK, Daddy.”

The two of them were talking and walking towards the butcher's house. There were no ribs in the butcher's house.

Song Tingfan frowned, and Song Ling said obediently: "Dad, we can eat big bone soup, and my mother likes to drink big bone soup the most."

"I'll buy it in the town and I'll have to eat it in the evening." Song Tingfan was afraid that he would be unhappy. After all, the child's occasional desire to eat something was not satisfied.

He raised his hand and touched his head, coaxing, "I will definitely do it for you tonight."

Song Ling smiled and said, "Okay."
To be continued...