Acting just to flirt with her boyfriend [Entertainment]

Xuan Qi lived with Boss Song before finishing his treatment, because he still remembered Boss Song, but he couldn't figure out how he felt about Boss Song.

Under Ke Mu's suggestion, Xuan Qi moved to live with Boss Song, so that he could get to know his feelings faster.

To cooperate with the treatment, Xuan Qi needs to ensure adequate sleep, so every time Boss Song finishes his day's work and steps into the room, the little thing has already pulled the quilt to cover his small, white and tender chin and fell asleep.

Now Xuanqi is quiet and well-behaved when he is sober, most of the time he is like a clingy kitten, the doctor said it was because of lack of security, but it is good to be in a daze without thinking too much, Boss Song can’t bear the little thing to live in worry every day among.

The author has something to say: The two have been living together for half a year, but Boss Song hasn’t really touched Xuanqi, because the doctor said it’s best not to break Xuanqi’s current perception of the people around him, otherwise it will easily cause brain damage. Nervous confusion, which in turn affects the next step of treatment.

Boss Song felt that these were all nonsense, but he still didn't dare. The little thing who just moved in was always cautious, even when lying on the same bed, he would consciously keep the distance between the two of them apart, just like a real trial marriage. No, it's worse than a trial marriage.

Seeing the little thing's flushed face, slightly parted soft lips, and even the faintly red tip of his tongue.

Boss Song's breathing was stagnant, and he felt that all the blood in his body was concentrated to a certain place.

Lift the quilt to wrap around the little thing from the front.

The little thing rubbed against her habitually, and Biaji Biaji found a comfortable position to nestle her mouth.

Boss Song asked hoarsely, "Are you hungry?"

Xuan Qi smacked his lips, didn't even open his eyes, and said vaguely, "A little bit."

Boss Song stuck to Xuan Qi's ear: "Baby?"

"Ok?"

The sticky voice came from his ears and went straight to Tianlinggai. Boss Song felt that he was going crazy, so he pressed his voice hard and said, "Baby, who am I to you?"

"Boss, Boss Song." Xuan Qi answered honestly.

Boss Song is indeed Xuan Qi's boss, in various senses.

Boss Song frowned, and lightly bit his earlobe: "Honey, call me husband."

Xuan Qi felt a little itchy, and hid himself from laughing, but he still didn't wake up for the time being because of the tranquilizer he was taking.

"Boss Song, what are you doing?"

"..." Boss Song was a little depressed, but he still didn't give up. "Honey, I'll give you food and drink and I don't need you to work. How can I be your boss? This kind of relationship should be called husband."

Xuan Qi tilted his head and thought for a while, then shouted suddenly: "Dad, thank you."

"!!!"

"Honey, what was your name?"

"Dad is so noisy, I want to sleep." Xuan Qi in the dream is only eight years old, nestled in a strong and generous embrace and just wants to hum comfortably.

Boss Song lowered his head to look at his eldest son who had been slacking off, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a helpless arc. He was already calling him Dad, so what else could he do.

An arm wrapped around his son's waist, and he hugged his son tightly and closed his eyes.

The son put one hand up, but the father didn't speak.

The son put one leg up, but the father didn't speak.

While pulling himself into his arms, the son clamped his waist with his legs, and the father finally couldn't help it.

Turning over and pressing on his son, looking at his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, he leaned forward and asked, "Do you want milk before going to bed, baby?"

Xuan Qi closed his eyes and nodded with a blank expression on his face.

Boss Song gently kissed him on the cheek and said, "Call again, Dad, and Dad will get it for you."

Xuan Qi curled the corner of his mouth obediently, unconsciously rubbing: "Father."

Xuan Qi's obedience undoubtedly pleased Boss Song. He wanted to get one free, and he was invited to eat sausage, which was the bold version of Q sausage.

Xuan Qi was caught off guard and quickly refused, he couldn't eat so much at night.

But obviously Boss Song must treat him to this supper.

At the end of the meal, Xuan Qi held his protruding belly and cried out loudly: "I can't eat anymore, I won't eat anymore."

Boss Song supported the bed with both hands, the sweat dripping from the corners of his forehead across his chin and dripping onto Xuan Qi's face, he leaned down and licked the tears from the corners of his eyes, swallowed the tip of his tongue into his stomach, and said, "Call me Dad."

Xuan Qi's voice was hoarse from crying, and he kept hiding, leaning his neck up and shouting loudly, as if to let him hear clearly, "Dad, Dad."

Boss Song smiled with satisfaction, and then gave him more to eat.

When drinking the milk at the end, Xuan Qi was tired from crying, and pinched Boss Song's shoulder aggrievedly: "The milk is broken."

Boss Song wiped his tears for him: "Yogurt, drink it and go to bed."

Sobbing and drinking the last drop of yogurt, clamoring for sleep.

Boss Song picked him up and said, "Honey, let's brush our teeth."

Xuan Qi was too tired, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to say anything, he let Boss Song carry him to the bathroom.

After rinsing his mouth first, Boss Song gently helped him brush his teeth, up and down, very carefully.

Just when Xuanqi was about to fall asleep, Boss Song rubbed his ear and asked, "Honey, Dad, let's see if there is any tooth decay."

Xuan Qi covered his mouth nervously, but because of his posture, he couldn't reach it, so he shut his mouth pitifully and bit his toothbrush.

Boss Song's breathing was a little messy, and his voice became hoarse: "Baby is obedient, open your mouth."

Xuan Qi cried and said, "There is no tooth decay."

Boss Song turned his toothbrush to see that he was frowning in pain, and said, "What's wrong with the pain, dad, can you take a look?"

Xuan Qi asked cautiously, "What do you think?"

Boss Song smiled and leaned over, his voice was muffled: "Father, use your tongue to see."

After the examination, Papa Song acted as a doctor again and gave his son an injection.

Fearing that his son would cry halfway, he kissed the corner of his mouth and frowned: "The yogurt seems to have expired, luckily I brushed my teeth."