Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 444 Get Out Father and Son
The car stopped smoothly.

Arriving at the gate of Jincheng's house, Song Zhicheng didn't get out of the car immediately, but turned his head and stared at the sleeping You Qian.

Under the corner of her eyes, there is a circle of obvious dark circles.

Because of herself, she only slept for a while last night.

Her breathing is very steady now...

The sleeping appearance is exactly the same as the son's pure sleeping face...

Song Zhicheng stared at You Qian carefully, feeling reluctant to wake her up.

otherwise……

Let her sleep for another minute?

Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng stared at the watch, and only opened the car door when the pointer accurately pointed to the number of words in 1 minute.

Going down and turning to the co-pilot, he leaned over, helped You Qian unbuckle her seat belt, and took off the suit jacket she was wearing...

You Qian blinked her eyelids and opened her eyes: "Are you home?"

Song Zhicheng said in a low voice, "Yes."

You Qian raised her eyes, glanced at the sky outside the window, it was completely dark, and asked quickly, "What time is it now? Grandpa is still waiting for us to have dinner together, right?"

Although the filming went smoothly, the crew's off-duty time was delayed by about half an hour. When Song Zhicheng picked her up, he had already been waiting for her in the parking lot for half an hour.

Song Zhicheng said, "I called him in advance so that he doesn't have to wait for us."

You Qian smiled and said, "That's good."

Song Zhicheng stared at her with black eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you want me to carry you into the house?"

You Qian: "...No need."

Song Zhicheng looked slightly regretful, nodded: "Okay."

If she hadn't woken up just now, he really wanted to carry her into the house.

After the two got out of the car, they entered the house together. This courtyard was built after the classical quadrangle courtyard in Huaguo.

Mr. Song lived in the main room, and You Qian and Song Zhicheng lived in the east wing.

As soon as You Qian entered the yard, he immediately saw Grandpa and Gun Gun playing under the viburnum tree in the middle of the yard.

Mr. Song supported Gun Gun, and stood under the tree. Gun Gun touched the stump with his hands open. He didn't know what he was doing. He only heard Mr. Song laughing loudly and said: "In October 20xx, Gun Gun is 10 months old today. His height is 9 months. 72.6cm."

"Huh?" Rolling black eyes lit up suddenly, and when he saw Song Zhicheng and You Qian, he grinned.

Mr. Song asked with a smile, "Are you back?"

Song Zhicheng was horrified in brief words, and nodded: "Yes."

You Qian ran over, hugged Gun Gun who was wobbly and pounced towards her, and then asked with a smile, "Grandpa... what were you doing just now?"

Mr. Song stretched out his hand, pointed at the tree stump, and said, "I carved Gun Gun's current height on the tree stump. I hope Gun Gun will be healthy and grow taller."

You Qian bent down, took a look, and found an obvious scratch, engraved with what Grandpa said just now.

You Qian suddenly said, "Huh?"

With a stern face, Song Zhicheng took a step forward invisibly, trying to block You Qian's gaze.

but……

It's too late.

You Qian has already found out.

She smiled and said, "There are other words engraved here." You Qian couldn't help but looked at the words engraved on it, and then read aloud: "Eggy 9 months old, 68.6cm."

Eggs?

Song Zhicheng's face darkened slightly, but when he caught a glimpse of her bright eyes, he pursed his lips and did not interrupt her.

Hearing the word 'egg', Song Zhicheng's eyelids twitched, and his calm eyes were full of helplessness.

With a smile on the corner of You Qian's mouth, he read it word by word: "Eggy is one year old, 70.6cm."

"Eggy is two years old, 88.3cm."

"Eggy is three years old, 93.6cm."

"Eggy is four years old, 101cm."

"Eggy is five years old, 113.2cm."

"Eggy is six years old, 118.1cm."

After six years of age, it stopped abruptly.

You Qian stopped and turned to Song Zhicheng. Song Zhicheng didn't say a word. Mr. Song explained with a smile: "This is recorded by your grandma. Zhicheng didn't like to eat when he was young. He was very thin and short. To encourage him to eat well and grow taller Chang Zhuang, your grandma was bored, so she took Zhicheng and carved a record on the tree..."

Judging from the above records, Song Zhicheng, who is 9 months to one year old, has just reached the standard in height and weight.

Later, slowly, he caught up with his peers.

Mr. Song said with a smile: "After Zhicheng was six years old, your grandma was in poor health and passed away. Zhicheng and I also moved out of this yard, so there is no record."

His words were full of nostalgia and sadness.

　I received a lot of rewards again today, I love you all\(^o^)/~
　　haha~
　　Does anyone remember Mr. Song's nickname.

　　haha~
　　Give you memories~
　　Good night\(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)