Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 23
Song Yuening smiled and pointed her index finger on Xie Zitao's forehead.

"Yes, Zitao is the first child that the teacher brings home."

Xie Zitao cheered, spread out his arms and threw himself into her arms.

After arriving at the community, Song Yuening took Xie Zitao's hand and got out of the car, not forgetting to thank the driver before leaving.

"You're welcome, Teacher Song, this is what I should do."

The driver watched Song Yuening and Xie Zitao enter the elevator, and then drove away from the community with confidence.

Standing at the door, Song Yuening lowered her head and took out the key to open the door.

Xie Zitao, who was next to him, was pulling at the hem of his clothes nervously.

It wasn't until he entered the door that he relaxed.

Song Yuening tidied up the living room.

Because she was pregnant, she put away all the sharp objects in the house and wrapped the places that were easily touched with protective covers.

The living room is large, with a few cute pillows placed on the soft sofa, warm-colored carpets and lily-of-the-valley flowers blooming on the balcony, making the whole home warm.

Song Yuening pulled Xie Zitao in and closed the door. When she turned around, she saw that he was already lying on the sofa.

"Teacher Song, your home is so beautiful. It feels like home and so warm. I really want to stay with Teacher Song forever."

When Song Yuening walked over, Xie Zitao just raised his head from the pillow.

Those beautiful eyes, maybe because of crying just now, the corners of the eyes were red.

Let Song Yuening take one look and feel overflowing with motherly love.

"Okay, can the teacher bring Zi Tao to play at home more often?"

Looking at Xie Zitao lying on his knees, Song Yuening's eyes softened and the movements of his hands became much lighter involuntarily.

"The teacher is afraid that Zitao will be bored. After all, the teacher's house is not as big as yours, and there aren't many things for you to play with."

Xie Zitao shook his head, grabbed Song Yuening's wrist and pulled it to his face, rubbing it gently with his cheek.

"The teacher is like his mother. Zitao will never feel bored when he is with his mother."

The smile on Song Yuening's face paused, and she heard the loneliness deep in Xie Zitao's tone, and sighed silently.

She pinched the back of Xie Zitao's neck and pushed him into her arms.

"Zitao is good."

After a moment of silence, Xie Zitao suddenly raised his face, but instead of looking at Song Yuening, he looked curiously at Song Yuening's belly.

"Teacher, do you already have a baby in your belly?"

Although Song Yuening was surprised that he knew about this, she felt relieved when she thought of Xie Mingyuan and Tang Wanran.

Her resume clearly stated that she was pregnant. Maybe they mentioned it when they were chatting with Xie Zitao?

"Yeah, it's just that he's still young, so it's not obvious."

Xie Zitao nodded obediently.

He blinked his eyes, tilted his head to look at Song Yuening, and asked cautiously.

"Teacher, can I touch your belly?"

Seeing his eyes full of desire, Song Yuening pursed her lips and smiled.

"of course can."

After she finished speaking, Xie Zitao opened his fingers, slowly placed his palm on her belly, and stroked it gently.

"It's so amazing, the teacher actually has a baby in her belly."

Seeing Xie Zitao's surprised expression, Song Yuening's smile spread deep in his eyes.

After a while, Xie Zitao withdrew his hand.

He raised his face and looked at Song Yuening, speaking seriously.

"Teacher, I am older than my sister, and I am her brother. I will definitely protect her in the future."

Song Yuening looked at the cute and cute Xie Zitao lying on her knees.

I couldn't help but raise my hand and pinch his fair and soft cheeks. "How do you know the baby is a girl? What if the baby is a boy just like you?"

Xie Zitao puffed up his cheeks and muttered softly, "It's a girl. The baby told me so himself."

Song Yuening's eyes immediately filled with smiles. Looking at Xie Zitao who was caressing his belly seriously, she couldn't help but stroke his hair.

However, at the next moment, Xie Zitao suddenly put his cheek against Song Yuening's belly, either intentionally or unintentionally.

"It would be nice if my sister was my uncle's child."

These words made the smile on Song Yuening's face freeze instantly.

Her warm palm was still on the back of Xie Zitao's head, and her fingertips trembled slightly because of these sudden words.

Time stood still for a few seconds.

Song Yuening's expression suddenly became serious, but her tone was as gentle as ever.

"Zitao, don't say such nonsense in the future, do you understand?"

She was the one who heard these words today, and she wouldn't think much about it.

But what if someone else hears it?

This is not a good thing for her or Xie Mingyuan.

This was the first time that Xie Zitao got such a solemn look on Song Yuening's face. His clear eyes were a little confused, but he still nodded obediently.

"I know, teacher, and I won't say anything anymore."

Night falls, and the stars are as bright as day.

The black Maybach drove into the community and stopped under Song Yuening's building.

When Xie Zitao heard the knock on the door, he pushed his chair away and jumped from the dining table, trotted to the door and opened it.

When he saw the man outside the door, the smile on his face suddenly fell.

"Uncle, why did you come to pick me up so early? Didn't you say you would be later?"

Xie Zitao pouted, obviously unhappy.

But Xie Mingyuan just reached out and patted the top of his head with an indifferent expression.

"You've been disturbing Teacher Song all afternoon, haven't you had enough fun yet?"

Xie Zitao stuck out his tongue, took his hand and walked to the living room.

"Uncle, please wait a little longer. Teacher Song has made dinner. Can you wait until I finish eating before leaving? The food cooked by Teacher Song is delicious. Can I eat at Teacher Song's house in the future?"

The night light in the corner of the living room is turned on, and the warm yellow light makes the living room warm and comfortable.

in the kitchen.

Song Yuening was busy. Hearing this, he just turned his head and looked towards the living room, saying hello to Xie Mingyuan.

"Mr. Xie, my soup is not ready yet, so I might have to ask you to wait a moment. If you don't mind, can you sit down and have a bowl of soup before you leave?"

Xie Zitao pulled Xie Mingyuan to the dining table and let go, continuing to fight with the food in his bowl.

Xie Mingyuan pulled out a chair and sat next to him, looking across the dining table in front of him.

Drizzled with caramel-colored sauce, the attractively colored chicken wings are served on a shallow porcelain white plate. The aroma mixed with the steaming heat hits your face, making you want to eat.

The stir-fried tender bamboo shoots are bright green in color, and mixed with the tender and chewy shrimps are refreshing and delicious.

Xie Zitao took the spoon and lowered his head to scoop up the crystal-clear wontons in the bowl and put them into his mouth along with seaweed and shrimp.

Xie Mingyuan could feel the light and delicious taste of this bowl of wonton soup just by looking at Xie Zitao's expression of squinting in enjoyment.

"Uncle, the food cooked by the teacher is really delicious. It is much better than the aunt at home."

"It would be great if Teacher Song was my aunt. Then I could be with Teacher Song every day and eat the food cooked by Teacher Song."

Xie Zitao chewed the wontons in his mouth and did not forget to praise Song Yuening during the meal.

When he said this, Song Yuening walked out of the kitchen holding the freshly cooked lotus root and pork ribs soup.

Hearing this, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

(End of this chapter)