Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

It seems that there is a big misunderstanding between them.

There was a sense of crisis on Cong Ru's head. He forced a smile and said that he had not thought carefully and made a mistake.Qiao Shuxian said no, she didn't want to mess up her son's affairs, "We misunderstood. You see, we are old-fashioned. In fact, we shouldn't divide who marries. He Songyu is my son, and you are me too." Son, I have a younger son when you are together. You should call me mom."

Vigorous as Qiao Shuxian, Cong Ru was a bit overwhelmed, he could tell jokes to Huang Mengji, it was the friendship and tacit understanding between them who had known each other for many years, which was better than mother and child.Qiao Shuxian is too enthusiastic, but Cong Ru is a little timid. It's not that he doesn't like it, but he hasn't figured out how to get along with the He family.

He Songyu: "You scared him."

Qiao Shuxian stared at Cong Ru for a moment.

Elder He snorted strangely beside him, "It's why men are so easily intimidated."

Cong Ru smiled and didn't say anything, and then saw Qiao Shuxian looking towards Mr. He, "If you can't speak, don't speak."

Mr. He: "..." There is a kind of pity that after being arrogant, he is hurt by even more arrogant.

He Songyu actually doesn't care much about who is the husband and who is the wife. He is the one who has the final say on the bed, and Cong Ru can do whatever he wants under the bed. To tease him is to deliberately refrain from talking about status.

But it seems that ever since Mr. He urged his son to get married, Cong Ru's thoughts have increased, and he looks a little anxious.

Qiao Shuxian finally returned Miaomiao when he was tired of carrying the child. He Songyu stopped Cong Ru, who came to take care of his daughter. Qiao Shuxian said: "Bring it to him. It's not good for someone to help you. Come on, you and I Go play."

Cong Ru was dragged up by her in a daze. Qiao Shuxian looked like a Hong Kong star beauty. She was wearing a white shirt and long skirt today. She cut short hair with a doll head. She looked young and beautiful, like a happy and light butterfly, with Let Cong Ru look at the photos she took, many of which have won many awards.

Mr. He watched this scene with mixed feelings, and finally complained to He Songyu, "Why don't you take him seriously?"

Miaomiao doesn't like to cry, and is easy to take care of, He Songyu helped her change her sleeping position, ignoring Mr. He's unreasonable words.

Qiao Shuxian was obviously helping Cong Ru integrate into the He family. After Cong Ru went with her, she discovered that she had three study rooms that had been opened up. They were dedicated to storing her award-winning photography works. There is a darkroom for developing photos.In addition to the photos, Cong Ru also saw David sculptures, Monet's portraits, and classic vinyl with a sense of age.

Qiao Shuxian said behind him: "Except for photography, I don't have a fixed hobby. As long as it looks good and I like it, I will take a little of everything. There are too many and complicated things. Your uncle and He Songyu don't come in often."

After Cong Ru looked over, she smiled and said, "I don't allow them to come in either, they know nothing, they don't have any artistic skills."

Cong Ru: "..."

Really, from the time we met to now, Qiao Shuxian was the one who scolded her husband and son the most, and he didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

"You are my son," Qiao Shuxian waved his hands indifferently, "Just listen to what I say as a joke, I will definitely not scold you, whoever is the youngest is not the most distressed."

Cong Ru said awkwardly: "Is the seniority messed up like this?"

He has become He Songyu's younger brother, what should Miaomiao call him, and how can he be a husband and wife.

Qiao Shuxian was amused by his words, and Cong Ru was afraid that she would touch something, so she helped her to sit on the small sofa next to her. She really didn't mean to make Qiao Shuxian laugh, but she seemed to be smiling too lowly.

"You're so interesting." Qiao Shuxian: "I've always wanted to have another child. He Songyu's temper is too boring, and I don't have any fun raising children. Later, I was busy with work and was an elderly mother. It was risky, so I gave up giving him a child." My sister's thoughts."

Cong Ru said solemnly: "...then he is probably quite suitable to be an older brother."

Qiao Shuxian was puzzled, "How to say?"

Cong Ru articulated clearly: "Take care more."

Qiao Shuxian laughed again, Cong Ru felt numb, although, there was a kind of disrespectful thought, Ms. Qiao was too easy to coax.

"Hey, I can't do it anymore, I can't laugh anymore." Qiao Shuxian said with a flushed face, "I'll show you something else."

Saying it was for him, Qiao Shuxian instructed Cong Ru to get it by himself, "From the left, the second cabinet in the third row from the bottom, yes, that's the box. There's □□ over there, you take it down."

Cong Ru was already very tall, and the bookcase on Qiao Shuxian's wall was four meters high. Cong Ru stepped on it, and Qiao Shuxian told him, "Be careful."

The box was moved down, and Cong Ru carried it to Qiao Shuxian, "Just put it here, it's okay, Auntie will clean it every day."

Qiao Shuxian opened the box, took out a photo album from it and handed it to Cong Ru, "Let me show you when your brother was a child."

Cong Ru never expected to be able to see He Songyu's childhood from the photo album. He was as bad-faced as he is now when he was a child. He was aloof from childhood to adulthood, but there were very few photos of him when he grew up.

Qiao Shuxian: "He doesn't like to take pictures. I took a few of them secretly, and he avoided them several times. By the way, you used to stay in the Friendship Theater before. I often went to take pictures of the actors. I should have photographed you then, who is your teacher?"

Cong Ru: "My teacher is Huang Mengjiao."

Qiao Shuxian exclaimed, "It's her! There must be a photo, I'll look for it."

"It's really fate. I met you so early. It's a pity that the kid didn't like to go to the theater with me when he was young. Otherwise, you two have known each other a long time ago, so why wait until now?"

"What waited until now."

Qiao Shuxian and Cong Ru raised their heads, and He Songyu walked in alone. Before Cong Ru asked, He Songyu took the initiative to sit beside him and said, "The nanny took Miao Miao to sleep."

Qiao Shuxian said normally: "The child is sleepy now, let her sleep more, and she will grow up without knowing it, and she will look different every day."

He Songyu saw the photo album in Cong Ru's hand, and just turned to the photos of his teenage years. Cong Ru was a little surprised and said: "You are still quite young at this time." Very cold and impatient.

Qiao Shuxian finally found what she wanted, and happily brought a bunch of photos over, "Look, this is a photo from the Youai Grand Theater that year. I remembered that two young boys jumped into Swan Lake. One looks like a green onion."

Cong Ru leaned back in embarrassment under He Songyu's gaze that turned into reality, trying to avoid his sight. He didn't expect that what Qiao Shuxian took would be the photo of him performing on stage for the first time. The transparent fruit exudes an attractive juvenile aroma, green and immature.

Qiao Shuxian: "We're saying that if you had often come to the theater with me at that time, you might have known someone 800 years ago."

Knowing that Qiao Shuxian is linked to the art circle, although she is not familiar with Huang Mengjiao, she knows several old dancers who played well with Huang Mengjiao. After digging into the details of the time, she realized that He Songyu and him have been able to do it many times. See, but there seems to be a hand in the dark, separating them every time they want to meet.

The [-]-day banquet held by the He family was very formal. It was in the hotel of the resort. Cong Ru and He Songyu were both wearing suits and leather shoes that day. , compared to the mature and stable He Songyu, who buttoned up tightly, Cong Ru was more relaxed and willful.

Cong Ru didn't invite many guests, but the weight was almost the same as that of He Songyu's. They were all great artists, with elegant style and strong academic atmosphere, unlike He Songyu's side who had more business and political guests.The artists didn't like to play with them, and they didn't know each other very well. They found Cong Ru's mentor, Huang Mengji, and sat with their own people.

"This arrangement, these flowers, I don't know, I thought it was a wedding."

"I thought I came to the wrong place, Mr. Huang, congratulations, you have finally become a grandma."

Song Zhongye and Gao Xiwen had a rare chance to take a vacation, and they stayed by Huang Mengji's side. They were also old acquaintances with the Pang family, and they helped entertain guests together.Apart from wearing a suit once for marriage, Pang Demei was wearing it for the second time, and he always felt very uncomfortable.

The little sparrow wanted to follow Cong Ru, but was dragged back by Mrs. Xiao Lan, who told her not to run around on such occasions, and Cong Ru had to deal with business.

When Cong Ru managed to get away from Qiao Shuxian, she was sweating all over her suit.He was about to say a few words to Pang's family, Pang Demei waved to him and let him go to work first, they could take care of themselves, Cong Ru went to the teacher's place.

Song Zhongye gave him a handkerchief, "Wipe it."

Cong Ru took it and said to them apologetically, "I'm sorry, teacher, but I have to trouble you to help me entertain other guests if I ask you to come as guests."

Huang Mengji smiled gratifiedly and said, "What's the matter, I thought I would never see you get married and have children in this life."

Cong Ru lowered her head and said with a smile, "I'm not married either, just to celebrate for Miao Miao."

Huang Mengjian looked at his clothes up and down, and caught a glimpse of He Songyu who came to look for Cong Ru not far away, "Since you don't plan to hold a wedding or go abroad, you have to announce your relationship to the public."

Cong Ru was wearing the same style and different color as He Songyu's suit today. Qiao Shuxian introduced him to him today, and many people already knew about it. More people cared about Miao Miao's child.Qiao Shuxian always smiled and said: "Birth, both of them are biological fathers." Then he took Cong Ru's hand and introduced her youngest son to them.

"It will be made public when the master of ceremonies comes to the stage to arrange the talk." He put his hands in his pockets, and his expression looked a little nervous.

After He Songyu came to his side, Cong Ru quickly pulled out his hand, his palm was sweaty, and wiped it against his trouser leg, "Why are you here? I still have to entertain people here, don't you want people to entertain you over there?" .”

He Songyu said hello to Huang Mengji before answering Cong Ru: "If there are parents and others, I will accompany you here to socialize."

Cong Ru said, He Songyu can accompany him if he wants to.

As the real protagonist of the Hundred Days Banquet, Miao Miao was dressed like a little princess and was carried by Qiao Shuxian on the stage. After the master of ceremonies made a lot of witty remarks, when the fathers of the children said a few words in the final link, Cong Ru knew it was cue and the others Opportunity to publish relationships.

He handed the microphone to He Songyu, "You hold it for me first."

So He Songyu added two more microphones. Everyone saw Cong Ru slowly take out something from his pocket, and some people had already taken the lead in whistling. Cong Ru quickly glanced down, as He Songyu The guests over there, Ming Zi'an and the others had joyful smiles on their faces, "Propose, propose!"

Cong Ru's face was hot, and He Songyu stared at the box he took out, "What is this?"

Cong Ru signaled him to turn the microphone over, "What do you think you can hold in such a small box." He opened the box, revealing a pair of rings, and the craziness underneath, Ming Zi'an and the others whistled and laughed, "Promise him, marry him!"

Cong Ru was a little excited by the atmosphere, his heart was beating like thunder, his eyes were moist and bright, and his nose was slightly sweaty. Cong Ru licked his lower lip and said to He Songyu: "Don't blame me for buying the ring first." Who will give the ring first You can determine the status of the family first, and his husband should be taken for granted.

Cong Ru didn't think there was a problem with him doing so, if he wanted to blame it, he Songyu himself was not astute in this regard.

"It's also my first time giving someone away, do you want to..."

"Woooooooo..."

Qu Xiaolan was watching it wonderfully, she lowered her head and said, "Why are you crying?"

The little sparrow's sad shoulders were trembling, and she threw herself into her arms, "... woo woo woo mom, the man I love has become someone else's husband."

Qu Xiaolan: "..."

On the stage, He Songyu's eyes flickered. He really didn't expect to give the ring at Miao Miao's [-]-day banquet. According to his plan, it was arranged on Cong Ru's birthday.This time it was indeed his negligence. Cong Ru held the ring for the first time to propose in the midst of such a thing. He felt unsettled beyond words. He saw that He Songyu hadn't responded for a long time. Panic.

He wondered why He Songyu didn't pick up the phone, why, he was not satisfied with the fact that he seized the opportunity to clarify the status of the family?

He Songyu stretched out his hand and taught Cong Ru what the correct procedure should be, "You should help me put it on."

The size of the ring was very suitable, and Cong Ru told He Songyu with a look of satisfaction, "Now you can call me husband."

"it is good."

Cong Ru didn't expect him to agree so easily.

He Songyu: "Wait tonight."

Cong Ru: "..."

After the [-]-day banquet, the relationship between Cong Ru and He Songyu officially stabilized. For a long time, because Qiao Shuxian and Mr. He were reluctant to part with each other, the two elders took care of the child, and Cong Ru and He Songyu lived in a villa outside. If you miss your child, go back and have a look, and take Miao Miao back to stay for a few days.

Ginkgo biloba danced all over the streets in Nanshi in autumn, and the time was too fast to count. Cong Ru looked in the mirror and stroked her hair in the morning, with a worried look on her face.When he came out after washing, He Songyu had already tried on clothes in front of the closet. He was not satisfied and had already changed a few ties.

Cong Ru chose one of the ties he had thrown away, and said disgustedly, "Wear this."

He Songyu took it from Shan Ruliu, hung the tie that he had thrown away around his neck, and followed behind Cong Ru.

Wherever he went, He Songyu followed him.

Cong Ru turned his head and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you following me?" After speaking, he caught a glimpse of the loose tie on He Songyu's neck, and clicked his tongue, "You don't have hands, you didn't tie it properly just now, what will you do as soon as I come out?" Not anymore."

Training is training, Cong Ru's body is still very honest, although his face is full of irritability because of something, but he still takes the initiative to walk back to He Songyu, grabbing the tie angrily, and the strong He Songyu hooked his head Come on, Cong Ru's strength will become lighter in the back.

He Songyu's hand rested on his waist very naturally when he was wearing a tie, reaching in from his pajamas, caressing the pale scar on his abdomen, causing Cong Ru to tremble, and then biting his ear Ask: "Why are you angry so early in the morning?"

He Songyu's tongue poked into his ear hole, Cong Ru's hands stopped in a dull manner, her neck was flushed, and she blurted out her grievance and complaint, "I just looked in the mirror and found that my hairline has moved back. I'm getting old and ugly."

He Songyu was stunned, as if he didn't expect this problem, he paused and continued to lick Cong Ru's ears, He Songyu only shut up a little when he let go of his tie and grabbed his clothes instead.He pinched Cong Ru's chin and pulled Cong Ru's hair up with his left hand. Cong Ru grabbed him anxiously, "Still touching, do you think I am bald?"

He Songyu laughed in a low voice, held Cong Ru's face, carefully observed his hairline, and said, "No, there's still a lot of hair."

Cong Ru has completely grown his hair in recent years. His shoulder-length hair is usually tied into a half-ball or a ponytail. Matching his face, he is quite eye-catching.

He Songyu also seemed to like that he had long hair, handsome and lazy, not feminine at all.

Cong Ru was not appeased by He Songyu. He wondered if his hairline had moved back because of his long hair. Decided to get a haircut.

He Songyu put his arms around his waist and pressed him against the closet for a kiss, then stopped and said, "Don't cut it."

Cong Ru refused, her face was red, her mouth was red, her eyes were moist, and she panted, "Why, you just want to see if I'm bald."

"No." He Songyu really didn't think there was anything wrong with Cong Ru, and he didn't know what gave him the illusion that his hairline was growing and he was going bald, but in order to appease him, He Songyu had to find a way, "Then I'll give you Buy a wig?"

Cong Ru immediately exploded, and the tender and sweet hometown just now turned into a colorful firecracker factory.

Cong Ru stared at him, her eyes turned a little red, "Damn..." He gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently, "You really think I'm going to lose my crown."

He Songyu: "...I haven't."

Cong Ru: "No, you have."

He Songyu wanted to kiss him, but Cong Ru refused angrily, "Don't touch me!"

Cong Ru was about to go crazy. Damn, is He Songyu a human being? He even said he was going to buy him a wig. It's only been a few years?Sure enough, men are all wolf-hearted things who like the new and dislike the old, so he was so angry that he didn't want to talk to He Songyu early in the morning.Glancing coldly at He Songyu's upturned face, he extended his middle finger to He Songyu, whose expression was indescribable, "You bastard."

He turned around and went out, as if he didn't want to look at He Songyu any more. After a few steps, a slender and strong body was stuck behind him. He Songyu hugged him from behind, frowned and coaxed: "Where are you going? Haven't changed yet."

Cong Ru was caught by him below and couldn't move, afraid that He Songyu would be crushed by him, and he heard him say in a complicated and playful way: "Why are you hiding, do you think I didn't see you?" Cong Ru was angry, how could he notice himself His face turned red immediately, "Get lost!"

He Songyu: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have bought you a wig."

Cong Ru snorted coldly.

He Songyu leaned against the back of his head, carefully observing his expression, "If you are really worried about your hairline, wouldn't it be better to have a hair transplant?"

Cong Ru: "..." You are going to die, He Songyu.Really you are going to die.

Just one second before the outbreak of the war, there was a sound of opening the door. Due to the adult life at night, Cong Ru and He Songyu were used to locking the door to sleep. They probably found that the door here could not be opened, and the people outside were trotting. Come in from the study.

An immature face that combined the best qualities of Cong Ru and He Songyu poked out from behind the door, eyes of reverence and admiration fell on the two adults inside, "...Daddy."

The sweet and tender voice made people wake up in an instant. Cong Ru gave He Songyu a hard elbow, and looked down at himself. He turned and faced the small figure at the door together. "Miao Miao comes in."

The little flower skirt swayed in the air, and the daughter who staggered towards them with her little leather shoes on made Cong Ru put aside her anger towards He Songyu, and her eyes were full of little hands and feet softly calling him daddy's little girl. girl.

Miao Miao fell to the side of the two of them, hugged Cong Ru and He Songyu's legs at the same time, and when He Songyu looked down at her, she called out excitedly, "Dad."

"Daddy and daddy hug," she shyly rubbed up, "Miao Miao wants it too."

Cong Ru stretched out her arms to hug Miao Miao, while He Songyu pressed against his back, and asked her daughter who woke up very early and saw that the nanny had helped her dress, "What's the matter."

Miao Miao took a deep breath excitedly, and said coquettishly: "Today, the kindergarten, my father promised to send it."