The Villain's Mother [MTL]

Untitled Part 42

"good night."

Song Tingshen's words are spoken, and two people can't help but think of the good night kiss that was borrowed that day.

Xia Xia's impression of Song Tingshen's present is very good. He is now showing all kinds of mature men who are successful in their thirties. They have nothing to do with greasy feelings. At the moment when the door is closed, 阮Xia back leaned against the door, watching the bed lying in bed, Wang Zi, the first time there is a similar confusion, if she has been in this world, then, what will her relationship with Song Ting become?

Although it is not so eager for love, but she is only twenty-five years old this year, Song Tingshen is only thirty-five years old, and for decades, what should I do?

Xia Xia is not a person who likes to worry about things that have not happened in the future, so this kind of confusion only lasts for a few minutes. When she is lying in bed and picking up her mobile phone, she will subconsciously block this order. The problem of people with headaches.

After Song Ting deep returned to the room, he just sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his knees. He didn't know how long he had been sitting. He picked up the wallet on the bedside table and opened it to see the photo from the summer car.

He is not too passive in terms of feelings. From the perspective of a businessman, Xia Xia is indeed the most suitable person for him.

It is his original intention to give Wangzi a truly healthy and warm family.

He does not intend to divorce Xiaxia and develop a relationship with another unknown person. As a man who is already thirty-five years old, he seems to have never been too concerned about this kind of love. At his age, he has never considered his own preference, but when he was soaking milk for her, he was in the mood. But very peaceful, standing at the door of her room, even if she did not deliberately look inside, he knew that his child was lying on the bed, she stood at the door like that, holding the cup in hand, at least for one moment, Song Tingshen There is a feeling of satisfaction.

No, it is not satisfied. In that moment, what he thinks is that if he is a true couple in the summer, if they have feelings for each other, it might be better.

The next day, when Xia Xia took Wang Tsai out of the bedroom, he happened to meet Song Tingshen who was preparing to go downstairs to have breakfast.

Wang Tsai's fart whistle trotting past, Song Ting took a deep bend and picked him up, holding his fat butt. "Is there any brushing?"

"Swipe, every tooth is brushed." Wang Zi opened his mouth and revealed his little white teeth.

Song Ting took a deep look at Xia Xia, thinking, but fortunately not seeing her at night.

Xia Xia is now attached to the mask, she went to the side of Song Ting Shen, stretched out the white hand pressure, let the mask more docile on the face, "Good morning."

Wang Zi held Song Ting's neck and smiled and asked: "Dad, mother is not like a ghost?"

Xia Xia glanced at him. "Have you seen such a beautiful ghost?"

Song Ting coughed a little and thought about it, or said: "If you apply a mask at night, don't go out and walk around."

Xia Xia: "..."

What do big pig hooves know about skin care?

She was too lazy to take care of the father and son, walked down the stairs in front of them, and the aunt was still busy in the kitchen to make breakfast.

Just at this moment, the doorbell of the gate rang, and Xia Xia was closer to the entrance. Then she got up and walked to the entrance. Through video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the door, thinking that there was someone at home, she opened the door. I haven't had time to ask who I am. I saw that the man was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand. There were ninety-nine red roses in his eyes. It was spectacular. He was also struggling with a small card. He asked: "Would you like Miss Xia live here?"