i just want to bribe you

In the end, Su Miao still couldn't open the mouth, thinking to speak slowly first.

He just arrived today, and his mother was already happy and excited. If she heard that he had a two-year-old son now, she wouldn't know how frightened she would be.

In the evening, Su Miao sat with the three of them on the sofa and chatted. It was only when it was time to rest that Ji Qing remembered that his bedroom hadn't been cleaned yet.

Su Miao has been away for three years, and Ji Qing usually cleans his bedroom, but it has been more than half a month since she cleaned it last time.

In addition to scrubbing the tables and bedside tables, the quilt covers and bed sheets also had to be changed.

At night, Ji Qing rolled up her sleeves in a hurry and was about to clean his room, and Luo Dongming also went to help him on the other side.

"Miaomiao, you can talk with grandpa for a while, your mother and I will finish cleaning up soon."

"Uncle Luo, Mom, there's no need." Su Miao, dumbfounded, stopped the two who were going to get tools.

Ji Qing frowned, "Aren't you going back to the house you rented at this time?" Before he could speak, he said again: "Look at what time it is now, what are you doing in the middle of the night, why don't you come back from abroad? It's fine if you just tell us, and now you don't even stay at home for one night, Su Miaomiao, you can be patient."

Ji Qing's temper came up as soon as she said it, and Su Miao was also scared.

"Mom..." He helplessly called Ji Qing, pursed his lower lip and asked softly, "Uncle...Uncle, he won't be back tonight, will he?"

"Why don't I borrow his room tonight?"

Su Miao mustered up a lot of courage to say this sentence.

Before Ji Qing answered, Luo Dongming took the lead and said, "That's just right, Miaomiao, you can make do with Bei Qiao tonight. He's gone on a business trip abroad, and he doesn't know when he'll be back."

Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly clenched her palms tightly.

At this time, the old man suddenly said: "Even if Bei Qiao is here, it doesn't matter. The uncle and nephew have a good relationship. Bei Qiao loves Miaomiao. It's fine to sleep in the same bed."

It's okay to sleep in a bed...

Su Miao sighed in her heart, she was so complicated that she didn't know what to say.

Going upstairs with ease, and standing at the door of the bedroom that she had entered countless times, Su Miao felt inexplicable feelings in her heart.

He stood at the door for a while, then gently opened the door and walked in.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the scene when he followed Ji Qing back to this house for the first time.

At that time, the bedroom was not cleaned up, and he was directly arranged in Luo Beiqiao's bedroom by a word from the old man. From the old man's mouth, he also knew a name of Luo Beiqiao: "San'er".

For him who came here for the first time, a wealthy little uncle who knew nothing made him somewhat anxious and uneasy.

Occupying someone else's bed and sleeping until midnight, he woke up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but accidentally saw his little uncle naked after taking a shower, and even more recognized that Luo Beiqiao was the one he delivered the wrong goods people.

Thinking of the fate he had with Luo Beiqiao a long time ago, Su Miao couldn't help but chuckled. He walked into the bedroom and looked over with nostalgia in his eyes.

There was a new carpet, the night light on the bedside table was changed, and everything else seemed to be exactly the same as when he left three years ago.

Su Miao took a shower, didn't wear the bathrobe hanging in the bathroom, came out naked, and walked to the wardrobe.

He originally wanted to take a piece of Luo Beiqiao's pajamas, but after opening the closet door, he changed his mind and slid his fingers along the neat row of shirts.

Most of Luo Beiqiao's shirts are dark, which makes him look mature and stable.

Su Miao looked over and saw a pure white shirt among the row of dark shirts. She took it off and put it on herself.

Luo Beiqiao is tall and tall. He is wearing a well-fitting shirt, which is a bit too big for him to wear beside Su Miao.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at it. The shirt was so wide and oversized that it reached his thighs. He looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

The clothes belonged to Luo Beiqiao, the bed belonged to Luo Beiqiao, and the quilt belonged to Luo Beiqiao.

Su Miao was lying on the bed, surrounded by Luo Beiqiao's things, and her heart that was about to be torn apart after longing for it seemed to be comforted at last.

He couldn't help rolling around on the bed until the phone rang, which interrupted his childish movements.

He took the phone and looked at it, Lu Zhiyan.

After getting through the phone, Lu Zhiyan told him that the date and time for his return to China had been fixed, and he could arrive in China in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.

Su Miao thought for a while, he will work the night shift tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow happens to be free during the day.

"Okay, then I'll pick you up at the airport." He said.

I haven't seen him for several days. He really misses his son and wants to hug his little dumpling.

But in this way, the matter of having a son cannot be kept a secret.

Su Miao sighed.

Su Chenxi yelled to talk to his father on the other end of the phone, Lu Zhiyan handed him the phone, and he clicked his mouth happily talking non-stop to Su Miao.

After the father and son finished speaking, they hung up the phone, and Su Miao gradually became sleepy.

He yawned, got up and turned off the light, and wrapped himself tightly in the bed, smelling the smell that belonged to Luo Beiqiao exclusively in his breath.

It's nice to be surrounded by the breath left by his old man.

Su Miao fell asleep in a daze.

Since the birth of his son, he has become very light sleeper.The son needs to breastfeed at night, and he has to get up from time to time to take care of him. It seems that he has developed a habit of light sleep.

In the middle of the night, he turned over in a daze, half asleep and half awake, in the darkness, he seemed to see a tall figure standing beside the bed.

Su Miao didn't feel afraid, because that figure was too familiar to him.

Even though he couldn't see his face or anything else, he knew that it was his old man.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he was awake or in a dream.

Probably, in a dream, he thought.

It was good that he dreamed about his old man again.

In the darkness, his happy eyes narrowed, and he lazily stretched out his arms to the old man beside the bed, "Lao Luo, hug me." The sleepy words were full of coquettishness and dependence.

The figure beside the bed didn't move.

In previous dreams, his old man spoiled him.

"Old man, hug me...hug me..." Su Miao kicked the quilt childishly, stretched his arms upwards again, and said aggrievedly: "I think your heart hurts, you Don't hug me yet. Bad man, you don't love me anymore, you don't love me anymore, tell me, do you have another child. "

The figure beside the bed moved, leaned over and put his hands on his head to watch for a few seconds, and then, Su Miao was hugged into a big and warm embrace.

This embrace was more real than anything he had ever dreamed in his dreams before.