Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 343 Rolling Fatty
After eating, You Qian continued to sit in front of Grandpa's hospital bed, guarding him.

Looking at the old man with a peaceful face after falling asleep, You Qian was still a little scared, afraid that her grandpa would fall asleep again. This kind of worry affected her emotions. She even wanted to wake up her grandpa, but after thinking about it, she still couldn't sleep. Preventing myself from implementing the idea.

After sleeping for another half an hour, Mr. Song woke up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw You Qian lying asleep on the edge of the bed, wearing a man's coat, and where was his grandson Song Zhicheng?He just sat quietly beside him, holding a book, and the corner of his eyes always seemed to rest on You Qian's body.

Mr. Song had a smile on his lips, but deliberately showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and said with a snort, "Boy, what are you looking at?"

Song Zhicheng put down the book in his hand, and asked softly, "Grandpa, are you awake?"

Mr. Song gave him a white look: "How long have I been awake, and you haven't seen me."

Hearing this, Song Zhicheng still had no expression on his face, and said calmly, "I calculated just now, it only took you two seconds from opening your eyes to speaking."

Mr. Song: "..."

After being in a coma for so long, when I woke up, I thought my grandson cared more about me, but I didn't expect that he was still the same dead as before.

Heart congestion.

very unhappy.

Mr. Song snorted with his nose: "I don't care, I've been talking for a long time."

Song Zhicheng nodded: "Well, it's been a long time."

Mr. Song: "..."

More heartbroken.

She was not appeased by her grandson at all, and she was really caring for a soft and cute girl like Qianqian.

Mr. Song blinked, turned his head to look at You Qian who was sleeping on his stomach, gave Song Zhicheng a dissatisfied look, and said, "Look at Qian Qian sleeping like this, you don't know how to carry her into the room to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Song asked again: "What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Song Zhicheng said in a muffled voice, "She doesn't want to."

Mr. Song glared at him and said, "I don't want to, you won't try to persuade her?"

Song Zhicheng simply stood up, opened his hands, and was about to hug You Qian, but when he was about to reach You Qian, You Qian suddenly opened his eyes.

Song Zhicheng's hand froze in mid-air, and after a pause, he retracted it as if nothing had happened, and looked at You Qian silently.

Mr. Song hates that iron cannot be made into steel. Why is this kid so dull?

At this time, you just say, what can I do if I want to hug you back to bed?

I thought that the relationship between the two little guys had improved during the nearly a year of my coma, but unexpectedly, it was still the same as before.

Mr. Song frowned slightly and stared at Song Zhicheng, then turned to You Qian, and smiled instantly: "I just asked Zhicheng to carry you back to the room to sleep, why didn't you go to sleep when you were sleepy?"

You Qian narrowed his eyes: "Grandpa, I want to be with you."

Mr. Song asked with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will fall asleep again?"

You Qian patted his chest intentionally, with lingering fear in his heart, he said, "Of course I'm afraid. Grandpa, you can't leave me and Gun Gun anymore, and Gun Gun and I can't live without you."

Mr. Song was very happy when he heard this, and with a smug smile on his lips, he said, "Of course I won't leave you guys behind. I still want to watch my family grow up and be able to walk, talk, and call you grandpa."

You Qian nodded heavily: "Yes."

Mr. Song asked, "Where's the fuck?"

You Qian said: "Aunt He took him outside to play, I'll go out and call them, and ask Aunt He to carry him in."

Mr. Song urged: "Song Zhicheng, you go."

After instructing him, Mr. Song purposely complained about this unworthy grandson in front of You Qian and Song Zhicheng, and hummed, "Standing aside like a wooden stake."

Song Zhicheng: "..."

However, Song Zhicheng was relieved to see his grandfather so energetic.

So, with a calm face, Song Zhicheng turned around and stepped out.After a while, Song Zhicheng hugged his son and entered the door again.

Song Gungun probably had a great time playing outside. When he was immersed in Song Zhicheng's words, he muttered something in his mouth, and occasionally sang something with great interest.

Before the little man entered the house, he could hear his childish words from a distance.

Mr. Song was immediately pleased: "This little fat man looks like me."

You Qian was quite amused by the fact that grandpa said that he was a fat man, so he joked, "It turns out that grandpa was also a fat man when he was a child. I didn't expect that grandpa has been handsome for so many years, so he has a dark history of being fat."

Of course, Mr. Song would not fall into the pit she buried, and said with a smile, "I wasn't fat at all when I was young."

You Qian asked: "Then you said Gun Gun looks like you, Gun Gun is so fat, he must have followed his grandfather."

Mr. Song said: "This is like Song Zhicheng."

As soon as Song Zhicheng entered the room with his son in his arms, he suddenly felt speechless when he heard these words.He kept the photos from birth, full moon, hundred days... until he was four years old. These photos clearly proved his innocence. He had never been fat. Therefore, Song Zhicheng seldom argued to himself: "I was not a child when I was young." fat."

You Qian and Mr. Song turned their heads at the same time and stared at him.

Song Zhicheng calmly allowed the two to look at him, and pursed his lips: "There are photos to prove it." Afraid that the two would not believe it, Song Zhicheng added: "Otherwise, when you return to China, look through the photos, and then look at the chubby fat man, who is following him?" .”

As he said that, Song Zhicheng glanced at You Qian, meaning something.

You Qian's face flushed suddenly, and she suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

When she came to Song's house from her hometown, she brought a photo album, which contained many photos of her when she was a child, photos of her with her mother, and photos of her with her friends.Although her hometown is very remote and poor, her mother, Ms. You, is a very fashionable person. Ms. You has tried to take pictures of You Qian of all ages since she was a child.

Then, she was always a little baby fat when she was a child, and the album of course recorded her growth trajectory completely, not only that, You Qian remembered that Song Zhicheng had seen this album a few times, and when he saw it for the first time, he said: "So fat. "

When I saw it for the second time, Song Zhicheng pointed to her half-year-old photo and said, "Who is this fat man?"

Chubby...

Chubby...

Chubby...

You Qian was really embarrassed when she heard Song Zhicheng's ridicule at that time. She remembered that her photo album was obviously put away and carefully hidden, but Song Zhicheng found it again for some reason. She always couldn't learn a question, and Song Zhicheng got angry, so he pointed at the chubby guy in the photo album, mocked her, and said, "I eat all the food in my stomach, and never grow my brain."

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

You Qian's thoughts drifted away a little bit, and he was feeling embarrassed, so he heard Mr. Song clear his throat and said, "Stinky boy, I'm just joking, you said you're not fat, so what photo album do you want to prove?"

Mr. Song had obviously seen You Qian's photo album, and of course he knew better whether his grandson was fat or not when he was a child. Now, seeing You Qian's face flushed to the base of his neck, he was obviously embarrassed. Mr. Song still stood by You Qian without hesitation. Over there: "What's wrong with being fat? Only chubby is strong! Healthy! Cute!"

Pausing for a while, Mr. Song glared at Song Zhicheng, and said loudly: "Our Gun Gun's nickname is well chosen, 'Gun Gun', round and round, it should be fat and round, so it is worthy of this nickname."

Song Gungun hummed and chirped, laughed for a while, danced for a while, chanted and played, and played a show by himself. He played it like a charm, and he didn't know it at all, because he, his parents, and his great-grandfather, Started a war over who he got fat with.

Song Zhicheng looked at the two big ones and one small next to him, and suddenly felt that a warm current seemed to be injected into his chest because of this, and this warm current could support him to maintain everything without fear of any difficulties and obstacles.

　It was completed\(^o^)/~
　　I can't believe it, I did it with one hand, plus half a hand. PS The wound is not serious, but there is a big blister, which hurts faintly. I dare not pierce it. I guess it will be fine in a few days?Bar?
　　Today's chapter is still the warm daily life of a family.

　　PS Thank you my darling: Late Summer Frost. , Zi* Feiyu, Bulling Bulling, let go after crying until the end.A few dear ones give a reward, okay?All the babies who give me rewards, leave messages, vote for recommendations, monthly tickets... are the warmth and motivation that I have been insisting on coding and writing down. I love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

　　
　
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