Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 508 Childish Rolling
Leaving from the Orange Terrace dinner, Song Zhicheng took You Qian to fly back to his house in Jincheng. When they were about to arrive home, he told Mr. Song in advance that before the two of them landed on the plane, Mr. Song was already waiting in the yard with Gun Gun up.

Song Zhicheng got off the plane first, and then carried You Qian down. As soon as You Qian's feet landed, he saw a round and fat man rushing towards him.

The fat man was crooked, and he was about to fall.

You Qian quickly opened her arms and hugged the fat son.

Gun Gun opened his mouth, smiling very happily, immediately took a sip, and gave his mother a big kiss.

Mr. Song said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for the past two days, and you have been making noise. I told him to wait here, and I will definitely wait for you back. He is a little more honest."

You Qian looked at Grandpa, squinted her eyes and smiled: "It's been hard for Grandpa to take care of Gungun these days."

Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "Where is the hard work? It's not hard at all. Besides, our baby has always been very good." He didn't feel hard work at all, but Gun Gun, his heart and eyes, only felt it. Sweet, how could it be hard work?

When Gun Gun heard his name being mentioned, he immediately raised his head to look at Mr. Song, grinning sweetly.

You Qian hugged his son and walked with his grandfather. The two walked towards the main hall. Song Zhicheng was a few steps behind the two of them, and then... Rolling stretched his head, looked around, and found that his father was walking behind, Rolling twisting his neck, he desperately waved at his father, signaling to his father who was behind to come up quickly.

This small appearance, not to mention how caring.

The corners of Song Zhicheng's tensed lips softened a little, so he quickened his pace to keep up with the two of them.

Gun Gun just grinned and continued to laugh.

Seeing this, Mr. Song said with a smile, "Our family is rotten, we miss our father and mother."

Gun Gun: "Yes."

After that, Gun Gun nodded seriously.

Looking at his son's appearance, it seems that he can really understand.You Qian couldn't help laughing, holding her son's warm body in her arms, she felt that the fatigue of the whole day disappeared the moment she held him.

You Qian smiled and said, "I also want to have sex with Grandpa."

Elder Song curled his lips and said, "If you miss us, why don't you come back earlier."

Now he and Gun Gun have become left-behind children and old people.

hum...

I also made public welfare documentaries, and the problems of the left-behind elderly and children in my family have not been resolved.

Mr. Song hummed in his heart, he was not happy, and he also hummed: "I don't think so, I saw that you were on the show, and you had fun with other children, which made my family jealous for a long time. "

You Qian was puzzled: "Huh? Did Grandpa watch it too?"

Mr. Song gave her a white look, and said, "There are two busy people in our family appearing on the show, why don't Gun Gun and I watch it?"

Song Zhicheng and You Qian are the only busy people here.

During these days, I was busy filming every day, and indeed I neglected Grandpa and Gun Gun. You Qian felt a little sorry in her heart, and said, "When I finish filming this scene, I will definitely accompany Grandpa and Gun Gun well."

Grandpa Song saw that she seemed to really take it to heart, so he smiled and said: "You child, grandpa is joking with you, why do you take it seriously? Anyway, grandpa has already made plans. Wherever you go to film in the future, grandpa will take it with you. Where does Gulu go to accompany you, so that you won't be left alone in the field."

After hearing this, You Qian pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay."

Song Zhicheng was silent the whole time, listening quietly.

Here, as soon as a few people entered the room, they heard the bright song "Little Leaping Frog". Mr. Song explained: "I want to listen to it. After watching your show, he clamored to listen to it. I’ve been listening to it for two hours and it hasn’t stopped.”

Just as he was talking, Gun Gun nestled in You Qian's arms, and started to beat himself.

You Qian chuckled: "My Gulu also likes this song? Mom, please sing it to you?"

Gun Gun nodded with a serious face.

You Qian cleared her throat, and sang "Little Leaping Frog" to the child. After listening to it, she clapped her little hands and hummed along with her... The cute appearance made everyone laugh.

Not only You Qianle was happy, but even Song Zhicheng, who had been keeping a straight face, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Gun Gun struggled to get off the ground, but You Qian put him down, only to find out that it was his son who felt that it was not good for him to jump up and down in her arms. He couldn't stand firmly, and even fell down on his buttocks. Fortunately, the floor of this house was covered with cashmere carpets to take care of the hopping and jumping.

Rolling down once, he laughed and got up, and jumped again. After jumping for two seconds, there was a plop, and he fell down and squatted again.

Seeing Song Zhicheng, he couldn't help turning his face away.

He doesn't have such a stupid son.

Such a stupid son must not have inherited Song Zhicheng's excellent genes.

Song Zhicheng, who was complaining silently in his heart, was suddenly hugged by the fat son's thigh, Song Zhicheng: "..."

Gun Gun stared at Song Zhicheng with eyes as black as glass, and grabbed Song Zhicheng's trouser legs with his fat paws.

Old man Song couldn't straighten up with a smile: "What are you doing in a daze? Your son asked you to dance with him."

Song Zhicheng: "..."

You Qian laughed loudly and said, "Baby, well done, your daddy is the best at jumping little jumping frogs, shall we let daddy choose one for you?"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

Such a mentally retarded dance, let him dance together?

For a moment, the expression on Song Zhicheng's face was hard to understand at a glance.

Rolling up his head, looking at the tall and stalwart father, his eyes were shining brightly, shining with anticipation: "Ahh..."

Song Zhicheng could not bear to look at his son's expectant eyes, he turned his head, looked at his grandfather and You Qian, and said with a headache, "Play by yourself, I'll just watch."

Mr. Song shook his head: "No."

You Qian also shook her head: "No."

The corners of Song Zhicheng's mouth turned up slightly, showing a hint of helplessness, then he bent down and opened his hands, hugged his son, and said, "Son, we don't play with that, how about daddy teaching you to hold high?"

Gun Gun, the little traitor, was lifted up by his father, and immediately giggled and laughed happily, completely forgetting about letting his father jump the little jumping frog together.With a whimper, he directed Song Zhicheng to raise it higher, and then raised it higher.

Song Zhicheng immediately carried his son on his shoulders and strode into the yard. Before leaving, he deliberately turned his head to look at You Qian and his grandfather, meaning that it was absolutely impossible for me to do these movements.

Mr. Song said with a smile: "This brat thinks that jumping such a childish movement will lose his wise image."

When You Qian thought about it, she also felt that Song Zhicheng must have thought so, and for a while, she couldn't help laughing.

　Goodnight everybody.

　　Thank you Youshuang for the few rewards, okay (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
　　
　
(End of this chapter)