Please call me Concubine MAMA

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince performed very well just now, he returned to his original form when he returned to the hotel. He, be careful.

As soon as we entered the room, our mama began to feed her little prince with snacks, and after the crown prince changed into casual clothes, he sat opposite mama like a little daughter-in-law, with his hands on the dining table, looking at mama with his chin resting.

"What's the matter with you, huh?" Although Song Qian was talking to Nichkhun, her eyes were still fixed on that dishonest little thing, who could eat a cake full of it.

"It's okay, just look at my wife." In fact, he himself didn't know what he was struggling with. It was obviously his wife, and she had a son.

Can Song Qian not understand him?Just by looking at his movements, you can tell what he is thinking. As long as there is something on his mind, his eyes will keep wandering, and he dare not look directly at her.With a helpless smile, he dug a piece of delicious cake that Winnie ate and stuffed it into Nichkhun's mouth, "Husband~ It's all over, isn't it? I belong to you, right! Then what do you care about?"

I wanted to put on an expression of "how can I?", but when I met Song Qian's playful eyes, my morale immediately weakened. "He appeared in your life for two years, why don't I be jealous..."

"Yo! Husband Wuli is so cute." While talking, she still didn't forget to reach out and pinch his cheek.

"Tell me, if you hadn't come to Korea back then, where would I find you?"

Seeing his grievance, Song Qian couldn't help feeling amused, "There are so many assumptions."

Nichkhun raised his eyebrows after hearing this, got up, walked around behind Song Qian and Winnie, and put his arms around them, "Fortunately, I was quick."

And our prince thought that his father's action was to hug him, so he slowly stood up from the stool, turned around and hugged nichkhun's neck, gave him a wet kiss on his cheek, and asked his mother to start eating cake , what does this mean?A foodie and a foodie's child must be a foodie!

Originally, during this visit to China, Nichkhun did not want to go through the government, but never ignore the strength of journalists from all over the world.But, since I have sent an invitation to myself, is there any reason not to go? Nichkhun knew Song Qian didn't like this kind of political interview, so he thoughtfully asked his wife to take his son shopping, and he went alone...

And how can our mama live up to the kindness of our husband?Dressed up beautifully and went shopping with my son a long time ago. While holding Winnie, I still don’t forget to imagine the scene when I go shopping with my son more than ten or 20 years later. That's it.

Mama was wearing a tight black dress, and the simple decoration around her waist highlighted her pretty figure. Her curly chestnut hair added a touch of playfulness to Song Qian's powerful aura.I don't know whether it is perfect or what, but I have to say that Mama is very handsome when she holds Winnie with one hand.Behind him, the palace and the guards followed closely, the queen's style, just like that.

"Brother Han Geng, didn't you say you won't be here until later?" Song Qian hurried forward and greeted her.

Han Geng stretched out his hand and hugged the baby in Song Qian's arms, "I miss you all, no matter how big it is, I have to push it away." Then he looked down at Winnie who was already happy, "Winnie misses Uncle that much, Uncle also Miss you, let's go, uncle will take you to eat delicious food."

Han Geng took them to a popular private restaurant, and found a corner to sit down.

"Are they... are they doing well?"

"Brother, why are you so sensational? It's not like you haven't contacted them before." Song Qian gave him a blank look, and then continued, "If you want them, go back and have a look, and treat it as a trip, with food and lodging included to explain your thoughts , how nice it is."

"Hey~ Why don't I just ask?" Han Geng looked embarrassed, sure enough, he would only be complained about in front of this younger sister.But then again, Han Geng has always felt that this way of getting along with each other is relaxed and comfortable, which is not bad. "Also, aren't you the president, you don't limit this matter?"

Although Han Geng didn't explain it, Song Qian knew it.Back then when Han Geng terminated his contract, it was indeed a hot topic in SM, but Song Qian supported his decision from the very beginning.Even if they develop in South Korea, they can't stay in this place with no relatives and no reason forever. From the day they came, they are destined to leave one day. It's just a matter of time.In fact, if you think about it selfishly, maybe there will be better development when you return to your country, right?

"Hey, Brother Han Geng, you only think of me as the president now." Song Qian wrinkled her nose, "I just brought a bouquet of flowers over here, I thought you could come in person... It turns out that my younger sister is worth a lot Still not heavy."

"I think so, the weight is not heavy, why is she thin?" Han Geng purposely looked her up and down, then reached out to pick up the bag at hand, "Winnie, this is a gift from uncle."

In fact, Winnie didn't know what was in the bag, but when she saw that her uncle was about to give him the bag, she reached out to take it.But the arm was too short, obviously he couldn't get it, so he yelled at his mother and asked Song Qian to help him.

"Brother Han Geng, you are too eccentric, only Winnie has a gift."

"How can it be?" In fact, Han Geng deliberately wanted to annoy her, but he still took out the exquisitely packaged small box, "Brother, when did I forget your gift?"

"It's almost there."

"Hey, why didn't your vinegar bottle come today?"

"He, for the sake of friendship between China and South Korea~" Song Qian peeled a shrimp and stuffed it into her mouth, "SJ will have an event in Beijing next month, I'm the first to tell you, Juju."

"Okay, we have to get together."

The two kept eating and chatting like this until a person walked towards them pretending to be a coincidence.

"Coincidentally, we meet again."

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