Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 161 Mr. Song Brings the Baby 2
The employees of the company were secretly jealous of their son, and Song Zhicheng seemed completely unaware of the ongoing undercurrents. He comforted Song Gungun, put him to sleep and put him in the cradle, and Song Zhicheng continued to return to his post.

After a busy meal just now, a trace of sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead. Song Zhicheng just sat down when he heard the ringtone. This mobile phone number is his personal, and only a few people know it. A trace of anticipation can't help but arise in his whole heart...

Song Zhicheng took the phone and looked at it, his dark eyes were darkened, he picked up the phone casually, and before he could speak, he heard the other party's eager voice coming from the receiver.

Aunt He's anxious voice: "Master, did Gun Gun sleep well? How many times did you feed? Did you change his diaper on time? Did he cry today..."

A lot of words were left behind, Aunt He spoke without panting, just paused, and immediately said in a hurry: "Young Master, Gun Gun, you can't take care of me, or I'll go back to China to take care of Gun Gun?"

This is what Aunt He and Song De discussed. The old man will be taken care of by Song De. As for her, she will go back to take care of the young master. Aunt He is really worried that the young master will be taken care of by a novice father who has no experience in raising children.

Song Zhicheng replied calmly: "...he just fell asleep, ate three times today, woke up at two o'clock at night to eat once, twice during the day, changed diapers twice, cried..."

He didn't miss a word, and answered all Aunt He's questions.

Aunt He felt relieved and sad at the same time.The young master of her family has never done hard work, but now he has to raise the child alone. Just thinking about it... Aunt He feels uncomfortable.

Originally, the young master and Qianqian...

Aunt He didn't give up, she opened her mouth and continued, "Young master, shall I take you with me when I go back to China? If you are busy, I can help you."

Song Zhicheng said: "No need. Aunt He, you still have to take care of grandpa. Go away, I can take it with me now. If I am too busy, I will give him to his mother."

"This..." After hearing this, Aunt He simply said, "Okay."

Hearing the young master's answer, Aunt He thought about it. Maybe the young master and Qianqian couple suddenly reconciled because of the child?Then don't take care of the children yourself.

After Aunt He figured it out, she felt much better, and her voice sounded lighter. After repeatedly telling Song Zhicheng and his son to take care of themselves, Aunt He hung up the phone.

Song Zhicheng was slightly taken aback by what he blurted out just now.

When you are too busy, leave it to the mother of the child?

To the mother of the child...

It turned out that this was the thought deep in my heart, so why did I blurt it out so naturally?
Song Zhicheng pondered quietly.

Afterwards, he raised his head again, with no obvious changes in his eyes, and began to concentrate on finishing a few important matters, then raised his eyes to glance at the time, and before he knew it, it was time to get off work.

Song Zhicheng turned off his notebook, walked to his son's cradle, and saw that Song Gungun had woken up at some point, obediently lying in the rocking chair, with his dark eyes open.

These eyes, if you look closely, are not exactly like your father, but are a combination of father's sharpness and mother's softness, making them more agile.

A smile rose from the corner of Song Zhicheng's mouth, his footsteps softened immediately, he approached slowly, then squatted down, and hugged Song Gungun. As soon as the baby's soft and delicate body was in his arms, Song Zhicheng's movements became more gentle, fearing that a strong force would hurt him. to him.

"Ah~" As soon as Song Gungun fell into his father's arms, he immediately spit out a few vague words, which sounded like he was shouting, his little fists were clenched tightly, and his little feet kicked his father several times very rudely. The chest was as hard as a cat scratching, and it didn't hurt at all. Song Zhicheng grabbed Song Gungun's little paw and lowered his eyes to observe it carefully.

Song Gungun clenched his fist tightly.

Song Zhicheng stretched out his hand, took a colorful plush bunny, handed it to his son's eyes and shook it...

Song Gungun seemed to realize right away that his eyes turned slowly following the swaying of the little rabbit. Song Zhicheng raised the little rabbit a little, Song Gungun's head followed, Song Zhicheng put the little rabbit down a little, Song Gungun lowered his head, Song Zhicheng Move to the left, and Song Gungun slowly moves to the left...

Song Zhicheng approached the little rabbit, and Song Gungun suddenly swung his paws and grabbed the little rabbit.

Song Zhicheng suddenly smiled.How about that smile?Like the ray of sunlight that leaked out after the black clouds slowly dispersed, it was brilliant and dazzling.

Song Zhicheng never liked to smile, just smiled, and immediately restrained his expression, he reached out and touched his son's little head, and then mercilessly removed the little rabbit from Song Gungun's hand.

The two-month-old baby's neck is soft, and he can't support his head for a long time. Song Gungun grabbed the little rabbit, stretched his neck with great effort, and opened his mouth to take a bite. When he was about to bite, the rabbit disappeared. .

Song Gungun let out a wow, and opened his throat to howl.

According to the advice of child experts, a two-month-old child can properly exercise his reaction ability. Song Zhicheng was very satisfied with Song Gungun's performance just now. He was not in a hurry to coax the child immediately. Holding his son's little butt, he unscrewed the bottle with his more flexible left hand.

After drinking the milk, Song Gungun stopped crying.

At this time, it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Song Zhicheng hugged the child tightly. As soon as the door opened, the accompanying bodyguard stepped forward: "President Song, are you going back to the old house today?"

Song Zhicheng: "Yes."

Normally, Song Zhicheng rarely had so many bodyguards by his side. Now, for the safety of his son, he had bodyguards accompanying him every day when he went out. After hearing the answer, the bodyguard entered the office, pushed Song Gungun's stroller out, and followed Song Zhicheng to the elevator. building.

"Ding--"

"coming."

"Shh—quieter."

In the lobby on the first floor of the Song Group, there are many employees staying. Some seem to have just come out of the elevator, some are sitting on the sofa in the lobby, and there are a few people standing at the front desk...

When the elevator dedicated to Song Zhicheng made a sound, these people glanced at the elevator entrance as if they were absent.

Song Zhicheng and the bodyguard came out, and the eyes of the people staying around instantly lit up, and all the light focused on Song Zhicheng's chest, the small figure there.

Song Zhicheng was sullen, and when he left without saying a word, he heard some small voices behind him.

"so cute."

"So cute, so cute."

"The big boss's expression is so cold, didn't you feel it just now? I only saw the back of Gun Gun's head, what a pity, what a pity...I will continue to guard Gun Gun tomorrow."

"I can only see the back of his head. Did Gun Gun fall asleep so his face was pressed against the big boss's chest? The big boss is so stingy, he doesn't let Gun Gun face us every time..."

The driver stopped the car, and a bodyguard stepped forward to open the car door. Song Zhicheng sat in with his son in his arms. He didn't order the car to drive immediately. Song Zhicheng turned his head and said to the bodyguard beside him, "Go and order. Tomorrow, if I see someone Staying in the lobby after work will be treated as dereliction of duty."

　Thank you for the local tyrants who gave the reward, what? (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

　　
　
(End of this chapter)