The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 231 The Jealous Someone (Part [-])

Inside the car, the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Song Xiaoqiao didn't know why she became like this when she carried her son to show Xiao Beibei.

Duan Xiu kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

The little guy nestled in Song Xiaoqiao's arms could feel the cold air emanating from his whole body.

"Mommy, is Dad angry?" Song Xiaohan approached Song Xiaoqiao and said in a small voice, it seemed that he was very afraid of Duan Xiu's hearing.

However, Duan Xiu still heard it.

It's been so long, and what's more, the little guy's self-conscious voice is actually a normal voice in Duan Xiu's ears.

"He, he—" Song Xiaoqiao didn't know what to say, she raised her eyes to look at Duan Xiu who was at the side, and finally there was some change on his face.

However, it is not a change in a good direction, but a rhythm that has begun to turn dark.

Many times of experience told me that Duan Xiu was about to explode.

"Mummy—" Song Xiaohan tilted his mouth, looking like he was about to cry, and the words he said were a little pitiful.

On the other hand, Duan Xiu frowned obviously, his face did not continue to darken, but eased a little.

In front of his son, no matter what, he had to restrain himself.

"Dad is just a little uncomfortable, not angry." Duan Xiu explained, and then continued to look forward with a blank expression.

The corners of Song Xiaoqiao's mouth twitched, is this uncomfortable?
Oh, I'm afraid it's because I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable, not angry, what is it.

You can choose the reason, but let's just lie to your son.

Duan Xiu knew that his little wife was observing him, but he didn't intend to speak at the moment.

"I won't go back to the old house tonight, just go home." After a while, Duan Xiu said this and continued to remain silent.

Song Xiaoqiao felt unprecedented tension. If Duan Xiu hadn't been angry, he would definitely have returned to the old house.

But now, he said directly to go home, does that mean that he—

She didn't dare to imagine the following things.

Holding the son in his arms tighter, he leaned closer and whispered, "It's okay, think about what story to read tonight."

"Okay." After all, the child was a child, and after a while, his attention was shifted.

However, one thing was revealed in his behavior, that is, the little guy is still afraid of Duan Xiu.

This time, although she felt better emotionally, the little hands around Song Xiaoqiao's neck became tighter.

Duan Xiu's eyes deepened, and his face hardened again.

Finally back home, Song Xiaoqiao quickly got out of the car with her son in her arms.

After getting out of the car, I immediately felt that my breathing became much easier, and the little guy in my arms fell asleep again.

"Hold me your son." Duan Xiu threw the car keys to Han Xiao and walked towards Song Xiaoqiao.

"Let me hug him, he's asleep." Song Xiaoqiao said softly.

Duan Xiu didn't speak, and directly stepped forward to hug Song Xiaohan in the arms of his young wife.

Song Xiaohan was asleep at first, but when he opened his eyes and saw his father's serious face, he immediately cried out of fright.

"Duan Xiu, give it to me."

"No." Duan Xiu directly refused, and walked upstairs with his son in his arms.

This man-

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, right?

I thought my son would stop crying after crying for a while, but unexpectedly, the crying became louder and louder.

Song Xiaoqiao was startled, and hurried upstairs.

In the living room, Duan Xiu put Song Xiaohan directly on the bed, "Falling asleep."

"I don't want it, I want Mommy."

"Can't Dad coax you?"

"I don't want it, I want Mommy."

Duan Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and almost ran away.

"Little guy, don't violate my bottom line, your mommy is mine, not yours."

"Mummy is mine. Your mommy is in the old house. This is my mommy."

"Your mommy is my wife."

"It's my mommy, mine, mine."

"It's mine, mine."

When Song Xiaoqiao went up to the third floor, she heard that the father and son were arguing, and then they were arguing about themselves. God, she heard it right.

"Mommy, Mommy, tell Dad that you are my mommy." Song Xiaohan immediately waved his little hand when he saw Mommy coming.

Duan Xiu directly held his son in his arms, "That's my wife."

"My mommy."

Song Xiaoqiao's head got a little big, and she immediately got angry, "Duan Xiu, why are you arguing with your son, he's still a baby."

"Yes, I'm still a baby, you have to let me go." Song Xiaohan, nestled in Duan Xiu's arms, began to put on airs.

Duan Xiu straightened his face, "Why should I let you, you have affected me and my wife now, from tonight, you will sleep here alone."

"Hey, aren't you? He's still so young." Song Xiaoqiao hurried forward, trying to hug her son from Duan Xiu's arms. Unexpectedly, Duan Xiu reacted quickly and took a few steps back with his son in his arms.

"Mommy, I want Mommy." Song Xiaohan stretched out his two little hands and waved them, tears still hanging on his face.

Song Xiaoqiao's heart was about to break seeing her son's tears, so she hurried forward and hugged the little guy from Duan Xiu's arms.

"Hmph, Mommy is mine." Song Xiaohan nestled in Mommy's arms, announcing his sovereignty to Dad.

Duan Xiu's face darkened immediately, he strode forward, and immediately hugged the two of them, "It's mine."

"mine."

"Hey, you two, Duan Xiu, let me down first." Song Xiaoqiao felt that she was about to be unable to hold the little guy in her arms.

Duan Xiu was not willing to let go, he kept holding her tightly.

Song Xiaohan stretched out his hand to push him, but Duan Xiu stared back.

Seeing the two of them fighting fiercely, Song Xiaoqiao felt short of breath.

"Duan Xiu, Song Xiaohan, can you two stop arguing, my head is very big."

"My head is big too!" Duan Xiu and Song Xiaohan said it almost at the same time.

After finally falling to the ground, Song Xiaoqiao quickly broke free from Duan Xiu's arms, hugged her son and walked to the bedroom.

Before he reached the door of the bedroom, he was stopped by Duan Xiu.

"His bed is there, and this is our bed."

"Duan Xiu, don't make trouble."

"Duan Xiu, don't make trouble." Song Xiaohan also imitated his mother's voice and said.

Hearing his son call him that, Duan Xiu almost laughed out loud, but his heart was blocked too much.

Since last night, he has been feeling very uncomfortable, and it has continued until now.

"Let him sleep for a while, okay?"

"Just for a while?" Duan Xiu raised a finger and said.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "Well, just for a while."

He hugged Song Xiaohan to the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, then got up and dragged Duan Xiu out of the bedroom.

Song Xiaohan, who had already "sleeped" on the big bed, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and then fell asleep in peace.

In the living room, Song Xiaoqiao sat Duan Xiu on the sofa.

"Now, let's talk."

"What's there to talk about?" Duan Xiu said with some surprise.

Well, the person who was so angry just now didn't know where he went.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, reached out and took Duan Xiu's hand.

"Duan Xiu, Hanhan is our son. If you are really angry, you can speak out instead of keeping it in your heart. It's not good for you or us."

Duan Xiu, who originally wanted to suppress that angry feeling, felt blocked again at this moment.

"To put it bluntly, you are on your son's side, regardless of whether your husband is now or not."

When Duan Xiu's words came out, not only Song Xiaoqiao, but even himself was stunned.

Almost in the next second, both of them reacted.

"Duan Xiu, you, are you jealous?"

Moreover, he still eats his own son's vinegar.

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes widened and she told the truth.

Duan Xiu naturally reacted, but he soon became confident.

"Yes, I'm just jealous, what's wrong?"

"You eat your son's vinegar?"

"Yes."

Song Xiaoqiao wanted to laugh, but Duan Xiu seemed to be angry again, so how could she dare to laugh.

"But--"

"Honey, I don't want him to be the only one in your eyes. I also need to care about him. You haven't treated him well for a long time." When Duan Xiu said this, he had already embraced Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao was so hugged that she almost couldn't breathe.

"I don't have it, don't I treat you well every day."

"They mean something else." Duan Xiu drew circles on Song Xiaoqiao's back with one hand.

Song Xiaoqiao frowned slightly, "Others?"

"Honey, let Hanhan go to Brother Nan." Duan Xiu finally said what he wanted to say most in his heart.

"We only took him to sleep for one day, tonight is the second night, don't you—"

Duan Xiu shook his head straight, "I don't want it, I can't bear it all night, I want to sleep with you in my arms, you are mine, not his."

Song Xiaoqiao heard the sound of her heart breaking.

"Then you came back and slept on the sofa last night because, because you were jealous?" Song Xiaoqiao tried to ask.

"Well, I came back full of joy, but I didn't expect my beloved wife to sleep in the arms of another boy. You know this kind of feeling. It's very sad, very sad."

Other boys, dear mother, Song Xiaoqiao really wanted to laugh out loud.

Duan Xiu actually has such a side, it really blinds her eyes.

"Besides, I can't beat or scold this boy. This is even more aggrieved." Duan Xiu said another sentence, which made Song Xiaoqiao refresh her understanding of him.

"Mommy, Mommy."

Suddenly Song Xiaohan's cry came from the bedroom, Song Xiaoqiao quickly let go of Duan Xiu, and was about to go there, but Duan Xiu directly put his arms around her waist.

"Don't go, don't leave me."

Song Xiaoqiao turned her head and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Duan Xiu's appearance like this, she really thought she was dreaming.

It's a pity that the son's crying continued, and the tighter and tighter the waist, all telling himself that this is real, real, not a dream.

"Then, shall we go and see together?"

"Ah."

Song Xiaoqiao had no choice but to hold Duan Xiu's hand, and walked to the bedroom with him.

On the big bed, Song Xiaohan had already sat up, tears streaming down his face, making Song Xiaoqiao feel pain in his heart.

"Mummy is here, give me a hug." Song Xiaoqiao walked over and held her son in her arms, "Stop crying, be good."

"Mummy, I want you to hug me to sleep." Song Xiaohan said in a childish voice.

There was some fluctuation on Duan Xiu's face again.

Song Xiaoqiao saw it, and quickly stretched out her hand to pull Duan Xiu beside her, and said to her son, "Hanhan, don't cry, I'll sleep with you with Dad, okay?"

"Then I'll sleep in the middle." Song Xiaohan cried and said.

Duan Xiu immediately objected, "No, let Mommy sleep in the middle."

"Woooo—" Song Xiaohan cried again.

Song Xiaoqiao felt a little helpless, but seeing that Duan Xiu didn't give in at all, she had to start with her son.

"Hanhan, good boy, look, mommy is sleeping in the middle, have you and daddy slept with mommy, so that you won't quarrel anymore?"

Seeing the little guy's eyes rolling, Song Xiaoqiao knew it was working.

"Besides, Mommy likes you and Dad, and no one wants to take sides. If you don't want to, then you can only sleep on the bed in the living room."

"I don't want to sleep alone in the living room." Song Xiaohan shook his head.

Duan Xiu continued to keep a straight face. Now is the time to fight for his own welfare, so naturally he can't let go.

"Alright then." Song Xiaohan knew he was powerless to change, so he could only accept it.

Song Xiaoqiao lay down in the middle of the big bed, and watched Duan Xiu smiling and lying down beside her, while the little guy beside her was obviously on guard, Song Xiaoqiao couldn't believe it.

"Okay, the demonstration is over, now, we are going to eat." Duan Xiu said and sat up directly, and even pulled Song Xiaoqiao up.

Song Xiaohan immediately wiped away the tears on his face, reached out and took Mommy's hand, "Mommy."

"Well, it's okay, let's go and eat."

Seeing the father and son like this, Song Xiaoqiao really couldn't figure it out when they were so nice to each other.

I don't know how Duan Xiu managed to deal with the little guy at that time, and how he has become like this now.

After going downstairs, Song Xiaoqiao took her son to the living room. Duan Xiu just sat down when she received a call from Duan Nan.

"Okay, I got it, wait for me." Duan Xiu put down the phone, looked at his son and said, "Okay, Mommy is yours now, Dad is going out."

"Oh, that's great." Song Xiaohan immediately clapped his little hands and said.

Duan Xiu glared at him, so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth, and slowly, his mouth began to twitch again.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, hugged her son in her arms, and looked at Duan Xiu, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Nan asked me to go out to eat, Cai Meng is also here, you take your son at home, go to bed early."

"Understood, stop drinking."

"Ah."

Not knowing what Duan Nan wanted to do, Song Xiaoqiao sighed and put her son on the chair, "Come on, let's eat."

"Mummy, tell me, is Dad angry with me?" Song Xiaohan took a mouthful of rice and opened his mouth like a little adult.

Song Xiaoqiao looked outside, and the car just drove away, "It's okay, he is your father, and he won't be angry with you."

"But I heard him acting like a baby to you in the living room. His voice sounded aggrieved. Mommy, did I affect you?"

"How could it be? Don't think too much, and eat quickly." Song Xiaoqiao felt a little helpless.

Duan Xiu is so jealous that even his own son doubts life.

"Mommy, are you going to have a baby again?"

"No, eat."

"Mommy—"

Song Xiaoqiao, "—"

(End of this chapter)