Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

The afternoon sun shone on Song Yuening's body, covering her whole body with a layer of brilliance.

She was bathed in the sunshine, and her tone was unprecedentedly long and profound.

"They did nothing wrong. It was just because of their unfair fate that they experienced the pain that they should not have experienced at that age. I am not a big shot and I cannot make it possible for every child in the world to have a wonderful childhood. , but I still want to do the best I can."

"That's why I want to understand these things, because I want to ensure that everything I pay for is truly used for those children, so that I can feel at ease."

After finishing speaking, Song Yuening suddenly felt that what she just said sounded a bit too idealistic, and she smiled at Tang Sijie sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, did I take what I said a little too naturally?"

Song Yuening's soft voice slowly floated into Tang Sijie's ears, just like a feather gently brushing against his heart, it was tickling.

Tang Sijie's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after his heartbeat missed half a beat, it started to vibrate again like a drum.

He said dumbly: "No, I think your idea is good."

"If there were more people like you in the world, fewer children would suffer, which is a good thing. I hope you can always stick to your ideals."

Tang Sijie watched Song Yuening thank him a little embarrassedly, but what he was thinking was, no wonder Xie Mingyuan liked Song Yuening so much.

For a woman like Song Yuening, it would be difficult for anyone to have a bad feeling towards her, right?
After Song Yuening finished her day's work, she came to Xie's house with the cookies she made for Xie Zitao.

After what happened last time, Xie Mincheng's attitude towards her became increasingly gentle.

During this period, when she occasionally came to Xie's house and bumped into Xie Mincheng, he would not ignore or ignore her, but would say hello to her calmly.

Although this is not a big thing worth showing off, for Song Yuening, it is already a good progress.

"Teacher Song! What kind of cookies did you bring me today? Are they lemon-flavored?"

Song Yuening had just finished changing her slippers at the entrance. She had just taken two steps toward the sofa when a small figure suddenly appeared in her arms.

Song Yuening lowered her head and looked at Xie Zitao looking at her longingly, feeling a little funny for a moment.

She did not give the biscuit to Xie Zitao immediately, but deliberately hid the biscuit behind her back with a surprised expression.

"Oh, Zitao, I'm sorry. The teacher was so busy today that he forgot to bring you cookies. Next time, okay? The teacher will remember to bring them to you next time."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Xie Zitao's face suddenly disappeared completely, replaced by visible loss and sadness.

However, even though he knew that he could not eat his beloved biscuits, Xie Zitao did not show any dissatisfaction, let alone complained about Song Yuening, but nodded obediently.

"I know, it's okay, Teacher Song. You're busy with work, so I'm very happy to be here with me. If you don't have biscuits, there won't be any. Anyway, I don't like it very much. I only like Teacher Song!"

Song Yuening couldn't hold back and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

"Do you really not like them? They will be sad after hearing what you say. And if we, Zitao, are tired of eating the cookies made by the teacher, what should the teacher do with them?"

She took out the cookies behind her and stuffed them directly into his arms.

"Okay, teacher was teasing you just now. When have I never done what I promised you?"

"It's your favorite lemon flavor, but we agreed that you can only eat a little bit every day and not too much. Do you understand?"

Xie Zitao looked at the box in his hand, his eyes like black grapes seemed to light up.

He nodded hurriedly, then took off the lid, picked up a small rabbit-shaped biscuit and put it in his mouth.The fragrance of lemon and the sweetness of the biscuits spread in the mouth. Xie Zitao narrowed his eyes happily and shook his little head, looking particularly cute.

Seeing this, Song Yuening couldn't help but shook her head: "I don't know why you like the taste of lemon so much."

She pulled Xie Zitao to the sofa and casually glanced at the TV that was on, which was playing children's cartoons. There were some snacks on the table. It was obvious at a glance that Xie Zitao had just been sitting here watching cartoons.

Song Yuening just sat on the sofa and watched a few episodes with Xie Zitao, and then felt a little sleepy.

She has long passed the age of childlike innocence, so she just feels bored looking at it.

But Xie Zitao was sitting next to her, taking a mouthful of biscuits and a mouthful of milk. While eating with relish, he stared at the TV intently, and laughed from time to time.

"Zitao, why don't you go out to play and just watch TV at home?"

Xie Zitao turned his head when he heard this, still holding half a biscuit in his mouth, looking at Song Yuening with a rather pitiful look.

"Because I don't have any children of my own age to play with, so I can only watch cartoons at home."

Song Yuening's throat was slightly choked, and she realized that she had asked a topic that she shouldn't have asked. She was just about to find a topic to distract from the matter, but she saw that Xie Zitao had already tilted his head and fell into her arms as if nothing happened. inside.

"Teacher Song, when can you and your uncle get married? Can it be faster?"

Xie Zitao's thinking was so fast that Song Yuening took a moment to realize what question he had just asked.

Song Yuening herself was a little shy to talk about her affairs with Xie Mingyuan, let alone talking about it with a child, Xie Zitao.

In just a moment, her face turned red, reaching the roots of her ears.

She said vaguely: "Why do you ask this question so suddenly?"

Xie Zitao's eyes were clear, but his words were not surprising.

"Because I want Teacher Song and my uncle to have a baby quickly!"

These words almost made Song Yuening gasp for breath.

She turned her face to the side, coughed heavily, then turned around and covered Xie Zitao's mouth.

This is at Xie's house, and Xie Mincheng may be upstairs.

Although Xie Zitao was childish, it would be troublesome if Xie Mincheng heard his words urging marriage.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xie Zitao said "woo woo" twice, and after being let go by Song Yuening, he still asked questions without giving up.

"Then I won't ask you when you and your uncle got married. Teacher Song, after you and your uncle get married, can you give me a little sister or a little brother?"

Before Song Yuening could answer, Xie Zitao wrinkled his face and started thinking seriously.

"If it's a little brother, I can take him on adventures and play with him. If it's a little sister, I will take her to buy dolls and protect her and prevent her from going to dangerous places."

"What should I do, Teacher Song? I want both a little brother and a little sister. Can you give birth to two at once? Just like a big rabbit giving birth to a little rabbit, giving birth to many babies!"