hi don't run

Song Xinye answered the text message with his mobile phone grinning. The content was nothing more than disgusting Han Mo for not helping him and running on him. His strong heart was traumatized.

"Han Mo, don't stand and talk without your back hurting. Could it be that you can't help your brother when you are happy?"

After sending it and waiting for a while, the phone beeped twice.

Han Mo replied very quickly, and a long paragraph was full of exclamation marks.

"Song Er! You are a stupid pig! There is no pig as stupid as you! How could Zhang Mao fall in love with such an idiot like you! He agreed to let you go to his house, don't you plan to invite his parents to visit Binhai The scenery of the city! What you have in your head is not a brain but a papa!"

Song Xinye stared at the phone for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and patted his head, yes, why didn't he think of such a simple thing.

Even if Zhang Mao's parents can't accept the relationship between them for a while, but relatively, the old man wants to get close to his son for sure. During the Chinese New Year, his son will only go back for a few days. Would he be willing to leave his son?

Since he is reluctant to leave, he will definitely agree to follow him. Oh, he should hurry up and book two more tickets, but it seems that the ID number is not easy to get.

He frowned and called Han Mo. It was too troublesome to send messages back and forth, so he had to listen to Han Mo's voice to explain to him.

"How can I book a plane ticket without his parents' ID number?" He asked in a low voice regardless of whether Han Mo answered the call.

Zhang Mao is taking a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom at the moment, so he will be heard if he is too loud.

Shao Wenfeng held the mobile phone to Han Mo's ear, and Han Mo was bathing the baby.

The little guy's body is slippery and soft, and there are wrinkles on his fat little arms. Shao Wenfeng once washed the baby when he took a bath and wiped it, but mud rolls can still be seen in the wrinkles.

After being disliked by Han Mo several times, the man decided that he would watch from the side when Han Mo bathed the baby.

"I remember that Zhang Mao bought an insurance for his parents before. You should be able to find it in the study. There must be an ID number and name on it. By the way, didn't you persuade him to do this?" Squeezed Squeezing the little baby's fleshy arm, Han Mo took the baby body wash and poured it on his body, rubbing it into foam.

The little baby flinched timidly, giggling non-stop.

"Daddy, Daddy." Since the little baby learned to call him daddy, he has been showing off how pure his voice is all the time. At least for Shao Wenfeng and Han Mo, the little baby has been able to clearly distinguish the two of them.

"Han Mo, your son can call Dad!" Song Xinye heard the baby's cheerful cry on the other end of the phone, and roared in surprise.

The voice was a bit loud, and Han Mo grinned, "I'm going to bark, I'm not talking about you Song Er, can you finish the serious business first and then wonder if my son has spoken?"

Song Xinye was taken aback, said good night hastily, then got up and went to the study.

Han Mo rolled his eyes helplessly, took the warm water aside to rinse the little baby, and then wrapped him in a big bath towel.

"I really don't understand why Song Xinye is so stupid when he encounters Zhang Mao. He usually looks like a very clever person." Holding the little baby and sighing in addition to the bathroom, Han Mo really doesn't understand what Song Xinye is thinking. Woolen cloth.

Shao Wenfeng shrugged, handed him a dry towel for a baby, and said with a chuckle, "Why do you worry about other people's affairs?"

Han Mo curled his lips, thinking that Shao Wenfeng's words were right.

The little baby took a warm bath in comfort, and at the moment was fiddled with by Han Mo, wrapped in diapers and fell asleep in a daze, kicking the little fat legs from time to time.

Han Mo let out a breath, turned his head to look at the man sitting beside him and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to take a bath?"

The man's eyes are shining, what does this mean... a mandarin duck bath?

Putting his precious son on the bed, Han Mo looked at the man from the corner of his eyes, then reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and leaned over to kiss him, "En? Do you want to go together?"

Because of Han Mo's words, Shao Wenfeng raised his spear high, leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, swept his mouth with domineering lips and tongue, bent down and picked him up horizontally, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

How can you not?He is suffocating!

Song Xinye came to the study, went straight to the desk, and then found two copies of insurance documents from the lower drawer. He was overjoyed, opened them and looked, not to mention that they belonged to his parents.

Quickly took the phone and memorized the name and ID number, then put the insurance documents back, sneaked out of the study, turned around and closed the door.

"What are you doing? Be a thief." Zhang Mao asked suddenly behind him, making Song Xinye's scalp numb with fright.

His body shook involuntarily, his heart was beating wildly, he swallowed his saliva and turned around, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Uh... I'm looking for some information, I forgot just now, you finished washing? Then go to bed quickly Well, I'm tired after a busy day."

With a dry smile, he took Zhang Mao's hand, took the towel from him, and then went back to the bedroom, sitting behind Zhang Mao and drying his hair.

"Maomao, let me ask you a question?" He thought for a while, but he still felt that it would be better to let him know first, if he invited the old man over without authorization and Zhang Mao refused to agree, wouldn't that be causing trouble for himself?

The drowsy Zhang Mao nodded and hummed.

"Hey, what, why don't you bring your parents over to live for a while? You didn't have time to take care of your career before, but now you have time, why don't you let them come." He took the hair dryer on the side and let him blow it. After blowing his hair, Song Xinye didn't know what to ask, he was afraid that Zhang Mao would suspect his motives.

However, Zhang Mao was in a daze at the moment, and it was impossible to think about Song Xinye's meaning. He just shook his head and muttered: "I want them to come too. The problem is that I will be busy for a while after the year. Time to accompany, let’s talk about it when the time comes.”

When Song Xinye heard this, he quickly answered in his heart, I have time, and I can accompany you.

Knowing that Zhang Mao had no objection to his parents' trip to Binhai City, Song Xinye was happy, and waited for Zhang Mao to take off his clothes to sleep, and went to take a shower by himself. When he came back, a hungry tiger rushed to eat and pressed Zhang Mao under his body, and then stripped his clothes Began to eat.

The typical appearance of being in heat when there is no disturbing thing.

Thanks to Zhang Mao tossing with him, Song Xinye carried him to take a shower in the end, and then he came back to sleep peacefully.

Excessive excitement caused Song Xinye to suffer shameful insomnia. He wanted to send a message to Han Mo to tell him about his progress, but no one responded to his text message.

Of course no one replied to him, Han Mo is busy making babies right now, so how could he talk to him.

Song Xinji felt refreshed physically and mentally after yelling at his younger brother. Although the time was late, it was not yet his mother's usual bedtime. His old lady had a habit of doing a lot of maintenance before going to bed at night. Can dawdle for more than two hours.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number at home. Unsurprisingly, it was Song's mother who answered the call.

"Hey, baby, didn't you say you're going to sleep when you're tired?" I poured some lotion on the palm of my hand, put the phone aside and turned it on.

"...Mom, I'm in my thirties, can you stop calling me baby?" Song Xinji rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

Song's mother likes to call him baby, called Song Xinye baby, it's okay for two big and three rough men to be called when there are no outsiders, but! !Mother Song often calls it that in front of outsiders, and every time they embarrass them.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Song's mother kept a straight face impatiently. She can't make facial expressions at the moment, and she will get wrinkles.

"Of course there is something." Song Xinji coughed awkwardly, and said in a low voice, embarrassed, "Mom, I brought a friend home during the Chinese New Year, cough, and then,...uh...I'm pregnant ,twin."

Mother Song was slapping lotion on her face when she heard that her hand shook, and the force was too strong, and with a crisp sound, the old lady slapped herself.

"What did you say?" Without caring about anything else, Mother Song picked up the phone and yelled loudly.

Father Song opened the door and poked his head in, "What are you screaming for?" He was watching the evening news outside, and he heard Mother Song's roar through the door, his heart almost stopped beating in fright, thinking that a thief had entered the house !

"Your eldest son is pregnant, can I not call you!" Mother Song turned her head and glared at Father Song and yelled, and then urged her on the phone, "You made it clear, whose child is it that you want to bring back?" That man? Song Xinji, you are so courageous that you are only telling us such a big thing now!"

Song Xinji took the phone away, feeling that his mother's yelling was really deafening.

Qin Rui had already made a phone call from outside and came in. Seeing his posture, he was a little puzzled, and then heard the roar of the old lady on the other end of the phone.

With a chuckle, he walked over and sat next to Song Xinji, tilting his head to listen to the old lady scolding.

"Song Xinji, hurry up and come back to me tomorrow. You really haven't rented a house for three days. Do you think you can be lawless when you grow up, and don't think of me as your mother!"

The old lady was tired from yelling, so she took a deep breath to slow down, and reached out to pick up the water glass beside her to moisten her throat.

Song Xinji smiled wryly and tilted his head to look at Qin Rui. He knew this would be the result, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it a secret for so long.

"Mom, I'm pregnant now, and it's easy to scare me when you speak so loudly to me." She rubbed her belly and frowned slightly.

Seeing his movements, Qin Rui quickly stretched out his hand to help him smooth it out, "Don't worry."

Song's mother was panting with anger, but Song's father thought it was no big deal, reached for the phone and called out: "Xinji?"

"Dad..." Song Xinji's family is a typical man in the house and a woman in the house. It's not that Song's father is the househusband, but because Song's mother is too strong, so the two sons are close to their father, and they are more afraid of their mother.

"Bring your friends with you when you come back from the Chinese New Year. Xinye also called and said to bring friends. Don't worry, your mother just can't figure it out for a while."

Their son has long said that he will find a man to live in the future, so Father Song and Mother Song are actually prepared, but... well, I didn't expect to be grandparents so soon, I was not prepared for this.

Song Xinji hung up the phone twice, turned his head to look at Qin Rui, and sighed.

He felt that the future was bleak.