Quick time travel: The little villain who criticizes the big boss is sweet and sweet

Song Yaocheng staggered out of the room the next morning when the sun was drying his buttocks.

Father Song's familiar laughter came from the dining room.

"You are a ghost so early in the morning...huh?"

Song Yaocheng's hand holding his chicken coop head suddenly froze in place.

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

Song Yaocheng closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them again after two seconds.

What the hell!

Really cold Joe!

At this moment, Song Yaocheng wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Seeing him, Leng Qiao just smiled at him, without much reaction: "Go wash up."

Song Yaocheng didn't even answer her and ran away.

Why did she notice his slovenly look because he just woke up!

"This kid, why are you so reckless?" Father Song said with a smile, but there was no trace of blame in his tone, "Are you busy with starting a company recently? If you need my help, just mention it! You're welcome!"

"I will talk to you if necessary."

"Good good..."

Father Song is very happy now, seeing his brat getting more and more rebellious these years, the only person who can control this brat finally came back.

Wait, can it be cured?

Father Song's mind flashed suddenly.

"Qiao Qiao, look, you are a girl, living alone is still a bit dangerous, or you can come back and live, and you can still develop a relationship with this brat in my family!"

Of course Leng Qiao is happy.

It is a very pleasant thing for her to be able to get along with her little canary day and night.

Song Yaocheng was staring at himself in the mirror.

I finished washing up early tomorrow, but ended up grinding in the bathroom for a long time.

For some unknown reason, he even picked up the hair dryer and dried his hair, as if this would restore his previous image.

After finishing, I tidied up my clothes again.

Well, pajamas are useless.

He had a showdown.

He is so handsome today.

He lowered his head and swayed slowly to the dining table.

A small steamed bun was caught in the bowl.

Song Yaocheng subconsciously glanced to the side, and saw that Leng Qiao was looking at him with a smile on his head.

Song Yaocheng: ...

Why do I feel like I want to find a seam in the ground to get into it?

At this time, Song Yaocheng only felt that he wanted to dig into the ground because his image was gone. After all, when he was young, he maintained a white and clean state in front of Leng Qiao. I will be embarrassed.

"You eat yours, I have hands!"

Song Yaocheng said something as if to embolden himself, but obediently picked up the steamed bun in the bowl and took a mouthful.

"I'm moving in today."

"Oh... what??!" Song Yaocheng almost choked to death here, Leng Qiao and Song's father quickly handed over the water, Song Yaocheng subconsciously took the cup in Leng Qiao's hand and drank it , After finally recovering, he widened his eyes, "Why did you move here? There is no spare room at home!"

Father Song:? ? ?

Don't talk nonsense!He obviously arranged for someone to clean it regularly, this brat is tarnishing his glorious image!

Unexpectedly, Leng Qiao responded, and Song's father didn't understand whether she believed it or not, he just listened to her.

"Then I will live with you."

Song Yaocheng: "No way!"

Father Song: "It's not impossible."

After finishing, the two father and son stared at each other and fell silent at the same time.

In the end, it was Song's father who firmly smeared others' glorious self: "Don't listen to this brat's nonsense! I'm old and rebellious! In fact, I can't wait to see you every day! I have my room cleaned regularly, and this brat is always like you If you don’t know, you may think that he occupies two houses by himself!”

Song Yaocheng: ...

Me and my father who doesn't give face!

"This is my home! What's wrong with me occupying two rooms?" Song Yaocheng's tone was a little offended, but he turned his eyes away from Leng Qiao, "I left so resolutely at the beginning, now I can go back if I want to, this is not a hotel !"

After Song Yaocheng finished speaking, he picked up a few steamed buns, stuffed them all into his mouth, and left sullenly.

"Huh? Where are you going, brat!"

Song Yaocheng's indistinct voice came from not far away: "I want you to be widowed!"

Song's father sighed, and decided to save his future wife for his unworthy son.

"When the kid throws a temper tantrum, you need to take it easy. He actually misses you. He looks over and over the postcards you sent every day. There are no books in the drawer, but gifts from you."

Leng Qiao didn't know what the main line of the world had given her instead, but she just felt that her stupid master had delayed her for so long, and the next time she saw her, she would definitely break a few ribs from him.

"I'm going to pack my things."

Father Song smiled and asked her to finish her breakfast before leaving.

[Host owner~ little brother went to the supermarket and bought a lot of daily necessities! 】Xiaoxiao has been paying attention to Song Yaocheng's status, and seeing that there are many things in his cart, she immediately reports to Leng Qiao.

Leng Qiao's brows and eyes softened a lot.

The little Canary in this life is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

At this moment, Song Yaocheng stood in front of the feminine products with a troubled expression on his face.

If it weren't for the short sleeves he was wearing, he would want to cover himself tightly with a sweater hat now.

This thing... actually doesn't need him to buy it, does it?

Seeing his hesitation, the aunt on the side thought he didn't know which brand to choose.

She has good eyesight. As soon as this young man came in, she knew that he was here to buy daily necessities for his girlfriend. She took him all the way to shop and sell. In just over ten minutes, Song Yaocheng's trolley was almost full.

"Buy this! This is the best! Many little girls use this brand!"

Song Yaocheng: ...

He's not her boyfriend, why did he buy her such an ambiguous thing!

......

Two minutes later, when Song Yaocheng went to pay the bill with his basket of daily necessities, the sales lady grinned to the back of her head and kept chanting.

"You will hurt people at a young age, your girlfriend is so happy!"

Song Yaocheng's ears were so red that he thought that when he was young, he always said that he was Leng Qiao's foster husband, and now his father made himself a promise to Leng Qiao on his own initiative, picked up the bag and ran away quickly after paying the money.

When I got home, Leng Qiao was not there.

Father Song looked at his son who was going upstairs seriously with a "you can do it" expression.

He just said it!This is his son, so where can he go!

His mother who chased this brat back then was also good at it!

Song Yaocheng piled all the things on Leng Qiao's table, took two steps outside, then turned back, stuffed the thing that made him feel ashamed at the bottom of the bag, and left sneakily up.

[Host host, little brother is so cute~] Xiaoxiao recorded all this video and showed it to Leng Qiao, [Host host~ little brother is definitely not angry with you! 】

Leng Qiao gently nodded her small forehead.

"Still angry." It's just that even though he was angry, he couldn't help putting all his attention on her.

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