Take a good cub to set up a daughter-in-law

Unknowingly, more than half a month has passed, Qin Yaran and Zhuo Yichen have become more loving since all the conflicts were resolved.

Zhuo Ziyang couldn't bear the appearance of his parents at home, and felt that they ignored his own existence, which made Zhuo Ziyang very annoyed. He was obviously still a child, so why should he suffer such "inhuman" treatment.

After taking a shower, Qin Yaran felt a little hungry, so she wanted to go downstairs to cook something to eat. As soon as she came to the stairs, she saw Zhuo Ziyang packed her luggage and came out of the room with her small suitcase.

"Why are you carrying the suitcase? Why are you going?" Qin Yaran asked Zhuo Ziyang with his hands on the handrail of the stairs, staring at Zhuo Ziyang.

At this time, Uncle Liang's voice came from downstairs.

"Miss Song, why are you here? Come in and sit down."

Zhuo Ziyang dragged his luggage downstairs quickly after hearing the sound.

"Zhuo Ziyang! Zhuo Ziyang, what are you doing?" Qin Yaran followed behind Zhuo Ziyang, protecting the suitcase with her hands. She was afraid that Zhuo Ziyang would not have enough strength.

"Godmother! I really can't take it anymore, no matter what, I'm going to live with you from tonight on." Zhuo Ziyang went downstairs and pulled the luggage in front of Song Liyuan, pouted and began to complain.

"Puff, hahahaha." Song Liyuan rubbed Zhuo Ziyang's head and couldn't help laughing.

Qin Yaran who was at the side didn't know what happened, and was very confused.

"No, Yangyang, what can't you stand?" Qin Yaran spread his hands and looked at Zhuo Ziyang helplessly.

"I can't stand Dad always being in front of me and getting tired of you."

"I can't stand your sudden love attack."

"I can't stand you always treating me as if I don't exist, I'm obviously still a child!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You two have a great relationship, right? But this kind of hurt our Yangyang very much." Song Liyuan looked at Zhuo Ziyang who was aggrieved and angry The face wanted to smile very much, and I couldn't control myself at all.

After hearing this, Qin Yaran felt embarrassed instantly, she never thought that such a small daily interaction between husband and wife would make Zhuo Ziyang so sensitive.

"Uncle Liang...really?" Qin Yaran asked Uncle Liang cautiously and tentatively.

Uncle Liang touched his nose, lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "Well, but it's okay, we can't see it."

"My God." Qin Yaran patted her head, at this moment she really wanted to find a hole to bury herself, it was really embarrassing.

"Are you embarrassed? It's really, you, you." Song Liyuan pointed at Qin Yaran and smirked, with a playful face.

"Okay, okay, sit down first, Yangyang, let's discuss it, okay? If you go to your godmother, won't you disturb your godmother? She still has to take care of your daughter." Qin Yaran waved to Zhuo Ziyang to let him Come to yourself.

But Zhuo Ziyang pulled his suitcase and hid behind Song Liyuan, just not going to Qin Yaran's side.

"No! I can help the godmother take care of Nannan and Taoke! Sister Ruoyin has already moved out, so I won't disturb the godmother. Not only will I not disturb the godmother, but it will also lighten the burden on the godmother!" Zhuo Ziyang reasoned He refuted Qin Yaran with evidence.

Judging by Zhuo Ziyang's posture, he decided to live with Song Liyuan.

"Qiao Ruoyin moved out?" Qin Yaran was taken aback for a moment.

"Oh, yes, I moved out and lived with her colleagues. I don't want to disturb the life of our husband and wife anymore, but occasionally she will come back to help me take care of my daughter when she is free." Song Liyuan shrugged shrugged.

"It looks like she has changed a lot. I hope she can find a good husband in the future."

Qin Yaran and Song Liyuan started chatting again, while Zhuo Ziyang on the side was afraid that he would not be able to get out after Zhuo Yichen got home from work, so he kept entangled with Song Liyuan.

"Godmother, stop chatting, hurry up, my daughter must miss you." Zhuo Ziyang shook Song Liyuan's arm, acting like a baby to her.

"Ninny is playing with her father, not so fast."

It just happened to be such a coincidence that Qiao Ruofeng called and told Song Liyuan that her daughter was having trouble and she was looking for her mother, and asked her to go home after picking up Zhuo Ziyang.

Zhuo Ziyang caught sight of the note on Song Liyuan's caller ID, and leaned closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"Look! Godfather said that my daughter misses you! Okay, let's go!" Zhuo Ziyang couldn't tell how happy he was when he heard the content of the conversation, and he was very proud of Qin Yaran's expression.

"Zhuo Ziyang, do you really want to live at your godmother's house?" Qin Yaran questioned Zhuo Ziyang's soul.

Zhuo Ziyang rubbed his little face and said: "Yes! That's right! After a while, you and your husband are not so tired, I will come back. When Dad comes back, Mom, you can tell Dad, don't be too Miss me! At the same time, reflect on your actions!"

Qin Yaran propped her chin on the sofa and looked at Zhuo Ziyang, that villain, talking with reason and evidence. Although she was very helpless, she agreed.

Qin Yaran sent Song Liyuan and Zhuo Ziyang to the door.

"Yangyang must help the godmother at the godmother's house, you know? A Li, don't spoil him." Before they left, Qin Yaran urged Zhuo Ziyang.

"When did you see that I'm spoiling your son? Let's go back. We're leaving. It's great. There's an extra free labor, isn't it, Xiao Yangyang?" Song Liyuan raised an eyebrow at Qin Yaran, then pinched Looking at Zhuo Ziyang's little face with a sinister smile.

Zhuo Ziyang sat on the back seat of the car and looked at Qin Yaran with confused eyes.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

When Song Liyuan drove away from the yard, there was a burst of shouting from the back seat of the car.

"Mom! I suspect that I have entered the wolf's den!"

Qin Yaran really has nothing to do with that brat Zhuo Ziyang now, but fortunately Zhuo Ziyang is a sensible and worry-free kid.

"Oh, my son is too big to stay." Qin Yaran shook her head and went home with a long sigh.

As soon as he returned to Song Liyuan's house, Zhuo Ziyang stood in the entrance and took a deep breath, opened his hands and said in a very liberating way: "Finally, there is no sour smell of love in the air, only the smell of baby's milk."

"Your mouth is pretty good at talking, it's inherited from your mother, it's pretty good." Song Liyuan patted Zhuo Ziyang's head lightly and teased.

"This must be a genius." Zhuo Ziyang said with great air.

"Yeah yeah—"

As soon as Song Liyuan entered the house, Nannan crawled over, and Qiao Ruofeng followed behind to help her carry her luggage.

"Is Nannan welcoming mother and elder brother?" Song Liyuan squatted down and asked Nannan with a smile.

"Oh, put Yangyang's luggage in the room where Ranran slept before."