Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 387
Blame her?

You Qian was very annoyed: "Blame, blame yourself for not being able to control yourself..."

Song Zhicheng had a smile between his brows and eyes, without saying a word, he stretched his straight legs and walked towards her, and was about to stretch out his hands to embrace her, when You Qian frowned and said, "Don't move around, don't make noise and roll around to sleep."

Song Gungun was half-closed his eyes, but he was not asleep. When he saw Song Zhicheng approaching, Song Gungun suddenly groaned and opened his hand towards Song Zhicheng.

Is this for a hug?

Song Zhicheng has always been very patient with his son, with a trace of pampering under his calm face, he opened his long arms towards Song Gungun, and was about to hug the child.

Song Gungun tilted his head, looked at his father, suddenly turned his little head, and threw himself into You Qian's arms, muttering.

Song Zhicheng felt a little frustrated.

On the contrary, the corners of You Qian's mouth could not help but curl up.

Heartbroken for a moment, Song Zhicheng opened his hand again, wanting to hug the mother and son into his arms, but just as he stretched out his hand, before he could move, Song Gungun suddenly looked at him with round eyes, and groaned again. Awow.

Rolling and screaming, he waved at Song Zhicheng.

Song Zhicheng wondered: "What does this mean?"

You Qian smiled and said, "I don't know either."

Song Zhicheng thought his son was begging for a hug again, so he stretched out his hand to hug him.

As a result, Song Gungun once again quickly nestled into You Qian's arms without hesitation, buried his small head in You Qian's chest tightly, and seemed unwilling to leave at all.

Song Zhicheng's eyes sank.

This little villain, does it mean that he doesn't want to be hugged by himself, but wants to be hugged by his mother, or is he afraid that he will snatch his mother's embrace from him?
Guessing this in his heart, Song Zhicheng spoke again and said, "Go away, can you come to Dad?"

Song Gungun listened, but didn't move for a while, and nestled in You Qian's arms very patiently.

Song Zhicheng stretched out his arms patiently, waiting for him.

then……

Song Gungun's ear tips moved suddenly, and then his little head also moved slightly. Then, Gun Gun raised his head and looked at Song Zhicheng with dark eyes.

Song Zhicheng smiled and said, "Come to Dad."

The child can't understand the words of the adults, and he doesn't know how to think for himself, but he already knows how to respond to some simple behaviors.For example, if you open your hands towards him, Gun Gun knows that you want to hug him, and he would nestle into your arms very obediently before...

For another example, when you make milk powder by hand, when you smell the smell of milk or see the bottle, he will open his mouth wow, and he knows to stretch out his hand to hold the bottle and drink milk...

But Song Zhicheng didn't expect that the child had changed again.

For example likes and dislikes.

When my parents are present together, I prefer to lie in my mother's arms, and I don't like my father's arms.

This realization made Song Zhicheng a little depressed.

He suddenly felt that if the child grew up and his consciousness became more vivid, would he be more attached to You Qian?Then you have to compare yourself with your son.

Needless to say, in You Qian's heart, his own status must be ranked behind his son's.

Song Zhicheng couldn't help but blacken his face, and in just a moment, he returned to his father's warm eyes, stared at his son, and said softly, "Come to Dad."

Song Gungun rolled his eyes, held his small mouth, and burst into tears.

Song Zhicheng: "..."

Heart congestion.

You Qian quickly patted Gun Gun's back, gave Song Zhicheng a look, and said, "Okay, what are you doing to make him cry?"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

My heart is even more congested.

Just holding Gun Gun and shaking it gently, Gun Gun immediately stopped crying, grinning and giggling with laughter.

Seeing him, Song Zhicheng glanced at his son's eyelashes with a teardrop hanging on them, and the depression in his heart deepened.

This little rascal cried whenever he wanted to, without warning.

Forget it.

Sons are all debt collectors, so who let me be his father?

In the future, try to have a daughter again.

Others said that a daughter is a caring little padded jacket for parents, and Song Zhicheng's depression was swept away when he thought of his little padded jacket that had no shadow.

Seeing his son's soft, chubby body nestled in You Qian's arms, Song Zhicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that life is not bad right now, the only thing that bothers him is that she still refuses to remarry him.

It's okay, just be patient.

When Song Zhicheng interacted with Gun Gun just now, You Qian had been quietly observing without interrupting them. She also found that the child had already had some preferences of her own.This little change made her very happy.

Although the son liked him more, he made himself secretly happy.However, You Qian admitted that Song Zhicheng's dedication to the child was no less than her.

You Qian played with Gun Gun for a while, and Gun Gun got tired, so he yelled at Song Zhicheng again.

When Song Zhicheng heard the words, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Gun Gun opened his hand: "Ahh..."

Song Zhicheng smiled and said, "At this time, I think of my father."

Saying so, Song Zhicheng reached out to take his son, and as soon as Gun Gun entered his father's arms, he immediately found a place for himself, nestled in, and closed his eyes obediently.

Just a moment later, there was a slight breathing sound.

This is already asleep.

This picture made You Qian's heart twitch slightly.She has seen it more than once. Every time Gun Gun wants to sleep, he will scream at Song Zhicheng very happily. She didn't know what happened before, but later she saw Song Zhicheng hugging him, coaxing him a little, and the child fell asleep by himself.

This is a child's habitual behavior.

Since Gun Gun was two months old, Song Zhicheng took care of the child alone. During these times, Song Zhicheng still needs to go to work every day, and take care of the child while working. Every time he puts the child to sleep, he has to hug him. Just get used to it.

Song Zhicheng held his breath for a while, and when the son in his arms fell asleep, he walked towards the bed, holding his son steady with one hand, and lifting the quilt with the other.

Then, gently lower your child to bed.

After lying on the bed, Rolling just moved a little, and then continued to sleep. After a while, he saw his small breasts rising and falling, and his sleeping face was really cute.

Seeing him, You Qian couldn't help but said, "Why is it so easy for you to put him to sleep?"

Every time, it was her, she always had to play with the child for a long time, until the child was very tired, or hugged and coaxed for a long time before the child fell asleep naturally.

Song Zhicheng heard the words and said softly, "Because you always spoil him."

You Qian frowned, dissatisfied: "Why am I spoiling him?"

Song Zhicheng's face was flat, and he said in a calmer voice: "When he doesn't want to sleep peacefully, you always let him play around. When the time is up, of course he won't listen obediently."

You Qian felt a little guilty, lowered her head and said, "That's not..."

The arc between Song Zhicheng's lips curved, and there was a hint of expectation in his tone, but his expression was very calm, and he said, "Well, let's go to bed early."

　Gun Gun routinely acts cute. \(^o^)/~
　　Thank you: Τíng, ↗Lonely Luohun, Xiao Xiaowei, and finally let go of the rewards of a few babies, okay?
　　
　
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