Cold war wealthy husband after marriage

Chapter 117 An Jingyan's Past (4)

"Wait." Yang Qier stopped Song Xinru.

Song Xinru hesitated for a while, then stopped in her tracks.

"I'm going out to do some shopping, so you can watch the baby for me." Yang Qi'er said.

Song Xinru looked back at her, a little worried that she had something premeditated, but she nodded, she really wanted to see the child.

Seeing her nodding, Yang Qi'er turned around and walked away with her waist twisted like a proud peacock.

Song Xinru entered the room, the child was playing the game console in his hand on the bed.

"Cheng'er." Song Xinru called out in a low voice.

The child looked up at her and saw that it was her. He didn't have the expected intimacy. Instead, he threw the game console on the bed, stood up, pointed at Song Xinru, and said loudly, "You vixen, you stole my daddy. You separated me from my mommy."

When Song Xinru heard this, she couldn't help but froze, the child's angry eyes gave her a chill.

"It's a shame I used to treat you like a big sister, hum!" The child finally picked up the game console and threw it at Song Xinru.

Song Xinru couldn't dodge, and was hit, which hurts a lot.

"Go, I don't want to see you..."

Song Xinru thought she was not wrong at all, but seeing the child's reaction, she really felt like a third party in her heart, but...

She retreated towards the door, originally wanting to leave, but when she remembered that Yang Qi'er was not there and the child was still sick, she couldn't leave him alone, so she could only watch him at the door.

"You still don't leave, Mommy said you are the most shameless woman in the world, I think so too." The child's voice was harsh.

Song Xinru pursed her lips and didn't respond to anything. The child's transformation was naturally taught by his mother, and she understood what a child said.

The child said he was tired, and finally ignored Song Xinru who was standing by the door, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Song Xinru stood at the door and watched.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Qi'er never came back. By the time Song Xinru's feet were numb, more than an hour had passed.

She walked lightly to the side of the bed, the child was already asleep, she touched his forehead, the temperature was normal, took the quilt and covered it carefully, then sat on the side of the bed in a daze.

(End of this chapter)