The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 179 Momo is mighty!

Song Yizhuo knew how important Qin Mu was in Qin Moli's heart. Now, Qin Mu was not Qin Moli's biological father. It was like a bombshell that exploded in Qin Moli's heart. It must be difficult for her to accept it.

Tang Zang broke up with Yang Shuixiang because of a family marriage.

This matter was not only a hurdle that Yang Shuixiang could not get over, but also one that Qin Moli could not get over.

Invisibly, this further increased the resistance Song Yizhuo faced in pursuing Qin Moli.

The grudges of the previous generation will not easily disappear in Qin Moli's heart.

Song Yizhuo knew this very well, so he didn't mention anything.

He only hoped that his company could help her get out of this shadow as soon as possible.

"Aunt Si is taking a break. Do you want to go out for a walk with Little Sweet Potato?"

Being stuck in the hotel would only make Qin Moli more sad.

Qin Moli came to Sichuan happily to commemorate his father, but he did not expect such a consequence.

If she hadn't brought her mother, she wouldn't have met her grandmother, and would she never have known about this?

She thought she was a sober person, but she didn't expect that she would also escape!

Little Sweet Potato ran over and said, "Momo, look, I can solve the Nine Rings! Let's go out and play!"

"Let's go!" Qin Moli took his little hand.

Song Yizhuo followed behind. The three of them went out for a trip and went to a snack street. There were spicy and fresh foods everywhere. After taking a bite, Little Sweet Potato was so spicy that he kept spinning in circles.

Qin Moli laughed out loud, and her lips turned red from the spiciness.

Song Yizhuo just paid the bill. He didn't touch any food with strong flavor. He looked at the happy mother and son, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.

Xiao Digu handed the spicy beef skewer with a bite taken out of it to Song Yizhuo and asked him to eat it.

"I don't want to eat it. Give it to Momo." Song Yizhuo waved his hand.

"You bought it, why did you give it to Momo?" Little Sweet Potato tilted his head.

Song Yizhuo couldn't even handle a three-year-old child? "Because Momo loves to eat."

Qin Moli didn't give him a way out: "Little sweet potato, he despises that this is something you have eaten."

Song Yizhuo glanced at her and did not deny it, "Momo will not dislike it."

"This bunch in my hand is enough for me." Qin Moli wanted to save some room for other delicacies.

Song Yizhuo took the half-eaten string of skewers from her hand and started eating it.

Although it's spicy and numbing, he has a very good image, is very forbearing, and manages his expressions very well.

Little Sweet Potato accused him: "Uncle, you are so hypocritical!"

Song Yizhuo disliked the food his son had eaten, but considered the food his woman had eaten to be a delicacy.

Qin Moli didn't expect this to happen. In fact, in the seven years they were together, they had never gone shopping together, let alone shared food.

"The remaining bunch of sweet potatoes is yours." Song Yizhuo took it from the child and handed it to Qin Moli.

"Song Yizhuo, you are a hidden talent. You are good at eating. Come and eat with us!" Qin Moli snorted.

Song Yizhuo stretched out his hand and gently hooked her waist. He was half a head taller than her and whispered in her ear, "If I eat you both, you will both belong to me."

"You wish!" Qin Moli snatched it from his hand and ate it.

Seeing that she rejected him so quickly, Song Yizhuo knew that his road to chasing his wife would be long and arduous!

"Uncle, I want to drink water!" cried the little sweet potato.

Song Yizhuo's thoughts returned and he took some warm water for him to drink. Qin Moli finished eating the beef skewers that the child didn't want, "Song Yizhuo, do you know why fathers don't eat the food left by their children, but mothers do?"

This is a situation that occurs in almost every family, and those who have children know it well.

"But my father would eat the food left by my mother," Song Yizhuo argued.

"You are trying to change the subject." Qin Moli looked at him, "Because the child comes from the mother's belly, not from the father's belly. It is impossible for a man to empathize with the experience of being pregnant for ten months."

"Yes! Mothers work the hardest and are also the greatest. Otherwise, why would someone sing 'Only Mom is the Best in the World'? No one would sing 'Only Dad is the Best in the World'?" Song Yizhuo nodded.

"As a mother, I will never dislike anything about my child." Qin Moli sighed, "In our family, my father often cooks. At that time, our family conditions were not very good and there were not many dishes. He would let my mother and I eat first, and my mother would let me eat first. What I couldn't finish, my mother would eat, and what my mother couldn't finish, my father would eat..."

When she said this, her eyes turned red again.

How much warmth and happiness are packed into a small family.

This is the most precious treasure in her childhood life, enough for her to face all the hardships in life when she grows up, ride the wind and waves, cut through the thorns and soar into the sky.

Song Yizhuo hugged her in his arms, "Because father loves mother!"

It is undeniable that Qin Mu's love for Yang Shuixiang is fully revealed in the small details of life.

Qin Moli leaned on his shoulder and sniffed her sour nose: "Yes! No one in the world loves my mother more than my father."

Therefore, God was jealous of them and made their father die young and their mother wander around.

"Momo, I love you too." Song Yizhuo murmured affectionately.

Qin Moli looked up at him. The lights in the snack street were flickering and neon lights were intertwining. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of affection.

She almost fell for his tenderness. She stretched out her hand and pushed him away. "Song Yizhuo, stop using sugar-coated bullets to blast me! I won't fall for it!"

"Are you using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? My heart hurts so much!" Song Yizhuo exaggeratedly covered his chest with his hands.

Qin Moli stretched out five fingers, "There is also the Nine Yin Bone Claw, do you want to try it again?"

"Momo is so awesome, does he have any blood-sucking tricks?" Little Digu cheered from the side.

Qin Moli smiled, "I also have the Emei sword technique!"

"Momo is a nun?" asked Little Digu.

"I'm a nun, how could I give birth to you?" Qin Moli took his hand and said, "Let's go."

Song Yizhuo took Xiao Digua's other hand, and the child skipped and hummed happily.

As they walked around, they arrived at Antique Street.

Qin Moli stood there, as if he could see that his father had often come and go in this place before he met his mother.

But after they got married, he seldom came.

Even my mother didn't understand why my father stopped dealing in antiques after he got married.

Song Yizhuo saw her stop and didn't move for a long time, "Let's go in and take a look!"

This is the place Qin Mu had been to before, and Qin Moli also wanted to walk there again.

The three of them walked into an antique shop, and Qin Moli had a familiar feeling.

When she looked at an ancient zither on the highest shelf, the sound of the zither suddenly appeared in her mind, sometimes it was like the roar of thousands of troops, and sometimes it was as fascinating as the sound of flowing water in the mountains.

Song Yizhuo was very generous: "Boss lady, bring that guqin over to me!"

The proprietress is a woman in her fifties, wearing retro Hanfu. Her figure is still graceful and her charm lingers.

"You have good taste, customer. But I won't sell this guqin." The proprietress smiled indifferently.