I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

295 Chapter 295, father and son sleeping together

Song Zhen put George on the bed, picked up a bowl of porridge and tasted it.

At this time, the porridge is warm enough to be eaten.

The faint smell of chicken soup lingers between the lips and teeth, and the millet porridge is thick and soft, and the taste is excellent.

Song Zhen put down the bowl, picked up another bowl, took a spoonful, and brought it to George's mouth: "George, try it, millet porridge."

George has never eaten millet porridge.

When I saw it for the first time, I felt the aroma was tangy, so he stared fixedly and asked, "Is this millet porridge?"

"Well," Song Zhenwen said, "open your mouth, it won't be hot anymore."

George took a sip, his eyes sparkled, and before Song Zhen brought the second spoonful, he had already opened his mouth wide, waiting for the next sip.

Song Zhen smiled happily: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" George swallowed again, and said, "This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life!"

Gu Xinzhou leaned against the door panel and heard the conversation between the father and son, his eyelashes gradually became wet.

She also turned around with confidence and went back to the bedroom to rest.

And George ate a third of the bowl, Song Zhen refused to let him eat: "You have been hungry for three days, you should eat gradually."

George stared nervously at the bowl that was put aside, and then looked at Song Zhen aggrievedly, with a pitiful expression on his face.

Song Zhen remembered that what he said just now was too deep, so he coaxed him softly: "When a person has been hungry for a long time, he can only eat a little for the first time. Let the body adapt to it. You can't eat too much at one go, otherwise It will hurt the body."

George still half understood, grabbed Song Zhen's big hand with his small hand, and asked, "Then, can this bowl of millet porridge stay here forever, and I'll eat it later?"

"Of course." Song Zhen comforted George, took a storybook, and prepared to tell George a story.

But he was too tired.

He yawned twice in a row.

George couldn't stand it: "Uncle Song Zhen, would you like to go to bed and sleep for a while?"

There is a touch of longing in the child's eyes.

I want Song Zhen to have a good rest, but I don't want to be separated from Song Zhen.

Song Zhen saw through it at a glance, her heart was warm, and she smiled: "Okay! Uncle is sleeping next to George, okay?"

George was very happy: "Okay!"

As long as uncle doesn't leave, as long as uncle can be by his side, he will be very happy!
Song Zhen took off her clothes, went to bed, and lay quietly beside George.

Shen Shi leaned over to give George an infusion.

George was not afraid of pain at all. His other small hand reached out to Song Zhen's arm. Song Zhen felt it and held it with his big hand.

Time passed by slowly, and the father and son lay side by side, holding hands, and fell asleep together.

Eleven in the morning.

Gu Yibo dragged his exhausted body back to Gu Xinzhou's villa.

Only Lan Baozhen was at home.

He entered the house and asked, "Mom, is there anything to eat?"

Lan Baozhen snorted, went into the bedroom without looking back, closed the door, and ignored him.

Gu Yibo knew that she was still angry, so he went to the kitchen by himself, rummaged in the refrigerator, and found a few pieces of leftover diced pork and small siu mai, he took them out and heated them in the microwave, took them out, one bite at a time, no It's all over in 1 minute.

Gu Yibo came to Lan Baozhen's door and knocked on the door: "Mom, are you still angry?"

"Don't call me mom!" Lan Baozhen's voice came through the door: "At this moment, at that moment, I thought that Weiwei would not wake up. Seeing your sincere atonement, I forgave you. But now, Weiwei Wei will recover, from a mother's point of view, no matter what, I can't let my daughter be with someone like you!"

(End of this chapter)