Early the next morning, Song Zhihuai was woken up by a hairy head.
Chi Song nestled in his arms very obediently, calling his name with disheveled hair: "... Zhi Huai."
Song Zhihuai lost his temper, and took the initiative to kiss his forehead: "Good morning."
Saying that, he picked up Chi Song's mobile phone in a daze, took his hand skillfully, and unlocked it with his fingerprints: "Have you got all the gouyu? I'll give you ten consecutive rounds."
Chi Song was surprised: "How do you know?"
Song Zhihuai rubbed his temples: "You can save 1,000 jade every other week. Isn't it a week since the last draw?"
Chi Song was full of joy: "You actually remember."
Song Zhihuai hugged his head and rubbed: "Nonsense."
He reached out and grabbed Chi Song's wrist and said, "You come and smoke."
Chi Song was very embarrassed: "I'm in bad luck..."
Song Zhihuai took a breath into his palm, and clenched Chi Song's wrist a little bit: "It's okay, isn't it me?"
Chi Song giggled twice, and Song Zhihuai grabbed his wrist and began to draw cards.
The first thing that popped up on the screen was a demon sword.
Chi Song: "… "
Song Zhihuai said "yo": "Isn't this the SSR you want most?"
Chi Song: "… "
Chi Song, who was supposed to be very happy, couldn't help but think of the oath he made last night.
He threw down his phone in frustration and whispered, "...I don't want to."
Song Zhihuai didn't expect Chi Song to react like this: "What's wrong?"
In Song Zhihuai's memory, since Chi Song started the game of liver, he has been thinking about owning a demon sword girl day and night.
When Chi Song was celebrating his birthday last year, he asked Chi Song what he wished, and Chi Song said with bright eyes that he wanted a Demon Sword Girl.
For this reason, Song Zhihuai also ate the vinegar of the Demon Swordsman for two days.
He thought about it, and there was nothing unpleasant about Chi Song recently. A day ago, he was very excited to tell himself that he finally had a little nephew to hug.
After thinking about it, Song Zhihuai felt that he probably drank by himself yesterday, which made Chi Song unhappy.
He patiently coaxed his daughter-in-law: "I'm sorry, I will try not to drink in the future."
Chi Song shook his head: "It's not about drinking."
Song Zhihuai really couldn't figure it out now. He licked his forehead and asked, "Then why are you not happy when you win the Demon Swordsman?"
Chi Song raised his face from his arms and said in a very soft voice, "... What I want is you."
Song Zhihuai: "..."
Chi Song's voice was soft, and Song Zhihuai felt that his heart was lightly bitten by a pet with a row of tiny teeth, itchy and comfortable.
Chi Song found that Song Zhihuai looked at him in a wrong way, and hurriedly explained: "No, I didn't mean that, I didn't want to... uh~"
Seeing Chi Song getting darker and darker, Song Zhihuai gently kissed his lips and sealed all his next words.
It wasn't until the body temperature of the person below rose up that he let him knead softly, Song Zhihuai straightened up, pinched his hot face, and said, "...I know, you don't need to explain."
The two stayed on the bed for a while before getting up and taking a shower.
Chi Song went to the bathroom first, so he washed faster. While Song Zhihuai was brushing his teeth, he held his mobile phone and planned to scan Weibo for a while.
Unexpectedly, just after he opened Weibo, his mobile phone received a text message from his mother: "Have you woken up? Come home to have breakfast when you wake up."
Chi Song was in trouble. After a long time of carefully wording, he carefully sent a text message: "Mr. Song didn't eat either, I asked him to go out to eat?"
It took a while for Chi's mother to reply: "He will come too."
Song Zhihuai was brushing his teeth when he was so frightened by a scream from outside that he almost bit off the handle of his toothbrush.
He pushed open the hidden bathroom door: "... how... "
Chi Song rolled over like a gust of wind and threw himself on Song Zhihuai: "Hurry up, hurry up! Hurry up and wash up, let's go home for dinner after washing up!!!"
When he was caught off guard and was about to meet his parents, Song Zhihuai was simply stunned.
The closer he was to Chi Song's house, the more nervous Song Zhihuai became.
But after Chi Song slowed down, he was even more nervous than Song Zhihuai.
He squeezed Song Zhihuai's hand, tremblingly: "My mother won't beat you, right?"
Song Zhihuai looked at death and said, "It's okay. When your mother hits me, don't help me, just follow her to fight twice. Anyway, it makes our mother happy, and our affairs can go smoothly."
Chi Song was still worried: "what if she cried, I'm especially afraid of my mother crying."
Song Zhihuai comforted: "That's not to be afraid of. She cries, so you can cry. Then I'll go to coax my aunt first and let her beat her twice to let out her anger."
Seeing Song Zhihuai's arrangement in such an orderly manner, Chi Song adored his face: "Zhihuai, you are really amazing."
Song Zhihuai thought, can it be amazing? I had insomnia before, and Jing wondered how she was beaten after seeing Chi Song's parents.
Chi Yang stayed in the hospital to accompany his daughter-in-law and son. Dad Chi just returned to the small town last night and went to the hospital to see his grandson. Only Mama Chi was at home alone and set up a table for breakfast.
When she opened the door and saw Song Zhihuai, she didn't react, maybe she had done enough psychological construction early.
She said calmly, "Come in."
Chi Song guiltily closed his trench coat.
The clothes under his trench coat and Song Zhihuai's tie are the same color, I hope my mother won't notice.
At the dinner table, Chi Song was guilty of a thief and kept serving dishes for Chi's mother, while Chi's mother kept talking about Meimei's affairs: "I asked Chi Yang to take a leave of absence from the company to accompany Meimei. Today's girls, All of them grew up tenderly. Meimei came into our house and suffered so much. We have to treat her well. I heard that there are many little girls nowadays who are prone to postpartum depression after giving birth to babies. I told Chi Yang to keep an eye on her, don't make Meimei sad..."
After the whole meal, Mama Chi didn't have any positive communication with Song Zhihuai.
After the meal, Song Zhihuai took the initiative to say, "Auntie, let me wash the dishes."
Mother Chi was startled: "It's okay, you can put it there, there's no reason to let guests wash the dishes."
Chi Song immediately hit the snake and followed the stick: "...Mom, you let him wash. I use him to wash the dishes at home."
Mama Chi: "..."
She suddenly felt that she had given birth to a daughter.
As soon as Song Zhihuai left with the empty bowl and plate, Mama Chi couldn't help but tap Chi Song's forehead with her finger: "People say that girls are outgoing, but you are better. A big man is biased towards others."
This was the first time that Chi's mother had talked to him about Song Zhihuai directly after a few months. Chi Song didn't know what to say, so he had to bow his head and act obediently.
Chi's mother said angrily, "you two, pay attention, don't be so unrestrained in front of me."
Chi Song was surprised and thought, Mom is really eye-catching, and he will pay attention to it in the future, and he will never wear a couple's costume in front of his mother.
Thinking of this, he looked down and saw a big piece of strawberry on the side of his neck on the polished glass coffee table.
Chi Song: "… "
Seeing that her son's face was blushing, and he was holding on to the corner of his clothes without saying a word, Mama Chi softened again: "...Xiao Song."
Chi Song pricked up his ears.
Chi's mother asked, "Can you two be separated?"
Chi Song's heart sank: "..."
Seeing that Chi Song didn't respond for a long time, Mama Chi sighed.
Chi Song heard her say, "... Forget it."
Chi Song suddenly widened his eyes.
Mama Chi said softly, "It's your mother who didn't take care of you and made you learn badly."
Chi Song wanted to explain that it was not a bad study, but followed Mama Chi and said, "Mother is old, you are still young, mother is afraid that you will regret it later."
Chi Song shook his head vigorously: "I don't regret it."
... what to regret.
Not to mention, at least he loves Song Zhihuai very much now.
If it ends like this and doesn't reach the end of the story and sees that ending with his own eyes, Chi Song will regret it.
Mama Chi touched his forehead.
Amid the rushing water from the kitchen, her voice returned to softness: "When you said you wanted to be an actor, I asked you this question. You also said that you don't regret it. . . , but there are also some people who treat you as a toy. Whose child is not the heart of the mother, and the mother does not want you to be looked down upon. "
Chi Song's throat choked, and he suddenly wanted to cry.
"Later, it took my mother several years to figure it out." Chi's mother said, "Now, you can't force me about you and President Song.... Let me think about it, think about it, maybe think about it again. It takes a while to figure it out.”
After she finished speaking, she looked at Chi Song with red eyes and asked, "...Is your mother doing well?"
Chi Song put her face on Mama Chi's lap, closed her eyes, and said with a little cry, "Very good, very good."
Of course Song Zhihuai, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, didn't know what was going on in the living room.
He turned on the faucet, rinsed the dishes under the running water, took the dishwashing liquid, squeezed a little into each bowl, opened it evenly, and slammed it against the faucet again.
Song Zhihuai is responsible for cooking at home, and washing dishes is always done by the dishwasher, so he can do it himself.
But if you pretend to be forceful in front of your mother-in-law, you will have to pretend even if you grit your teeth.
He was wasting water when he suddenly heard an "Oops" cry.
As soon as Song Zhihuai looked up, Mama Chi, who had arrived at the door of the kitchen at some point, reached out and turned off the faucet.
Song Zhihuai was calm on the surface, but his heart was already "screaming".
There are so many kitchen knives and murder weapons...
And mother Chi was not polite to him, she swept her eyes away: "Do you wash dishes like this at home?"
Song Zhihuai: "... ah?... ah."
Chi's mother asked coldly, "Xiao Song didn't teach you how to wash?"
Song Zhihuai did not forget to protect his daughter-in-law at this time: "... No, he taught me, I forgot."
Rao Shichi's mother didn't like Song Zhihuai's eyes in every possible way, and she was dumbfounded by his answer: "When washing dishes at my house, I always connect a basin of water, put a few drops of detergent in the water, and put all the dishes in the water. Just wash it in and rinse it again. You put a few drops in each bowl, a few drops in each bowl, how long does it take to rinse? How much water and dish soap do you waste?"
At the end, she hated the iron and emphasized it again: "...My house is washed like this."
Song Zhihuai's eyes lit up, and he said politely, "Then I'll do the same in the future."
Mama Chi gave him a look, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.
She thought, no wonder Sister Wang from the house next door was picky about her son-in-law. Sure enough, when she really got in touch, she didn't like it anywhere.