Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 492 She wants to protect her little lover

"Don't cry, I'm coming."

Song Tingyue gently wiped away Meng Yinyin's tears.

Seeing her cry, his heart throbbed with pain.

Only Meng Yinyin can control his emotions.

Meng Yinyin wiped her face and asked hoarsely, "Did Qiyou cry?"

"I didn't cry, I slept well." Song Tingyue said as he patted the little guy's head: "If he doesn't behave in the future, tell me and I'll beat him up for you."

Meng Yinyin blinked: "Are you willing to beat me up?"

"Of course I'm willing. I'll beat anyone who bullies my wife, even my son." Song Tingyue said seriously.

Meng Yinyin was amused by him.

"I think you want to avenge your previous life. My son is my lover in my previous life. I don't allow you to hurt him."

Song Ting raised his eyebrows: "Then I will beat him even more."

"I don't allow it." Meng Yinyin stretched out her hand: "Give me your prayers."

"No."

Seeing that Song Tingyue held one hand too firmly, Meng Yinyin asked curiously, "Have you ever held a child before?"

"No."

How could he hold a child.

He used to keep a respectful distance from unknown creatures like children.

"How do you know how to hold a baby?" She was very scared when she first started holding a baby, and it took several days of practice before she learned it.

Song Tingyue said it easily: "It's just holding a baby, and it's not difficult. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Did you go to study?"

Even if he is very talented, he has to practice slowly in holding a child.

It's not good at all if you don't practice.

And Song Tingyue's posture is quite professional, he must have learned it.

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Song Tingyue laughed.

He did go to school and hired a confinement wife to teach him how to hold the baby, bathe, change diapers, burp, and take care of the baby at home.

He has learned everything he should learn, so that he can have the opportunity to take care of Qiyou in the future.

"Hmph, let me just say, how can you hug if you don't learn, and how can you hug in such a professional way."

Meng Yinyin said, walked to the sofa and sat down: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

"En." Song Tingyue also returned to the sofa and continued to work with one hand.

Meng Yinyin lay on the armrest of the sofa, staring blankly at Song Tingyue.

She likes the way he works seriously, as if the whole world is quiet and no one bothers them.

Song Tingyue looked up at Meng Yinyin from time to time.

The two did not speak, but eye contact had replaced all language.

Song Tingyue finished his work, sat beside Meng Yinyin with Qiyou in his arms, stretched out his long arms, and wrapped her in his arms.

Song Tingyue is very satisfied with the son on the left and the daughter-in-law on the right.

But his satisfaction was limited to this, and he didn't dare to ask for more.

Meng Yinyin rested her head on Song Tingyue's shoulder.

She said quietly: "My mother and I have agreed that Qiyou will return to China in [-] days. From now on, you can visit Qiyou once a week, and you don't have to fly so far."

Song Tingyue was not very happy when Meng Yinyin said that he was going back to China.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "How do you realize your dream after returning to China?"

"..."

Meng Yinyin suddenly realized something, sat up straight, and looked at him intently: "Have you been helping me realize my dream?"

"I didn't." Song Tingyue denied it flatly, but the expression on his face became complicated.

"It's you, I know, it must be you!"

Meng Yinyin wanted to cry again, how much did Song Tingyue do for her?

She sniffed and asked, "You were the one who recorded and sent out the video of me singing at the music festival, right? Williams found me, and you were the one who helped secretly, right?"

(End of this chapter)