Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 572 The kidnapped Joe (2)
Song Ranqin happily said yes: "Okay, tomorrow we'll go out and look for a house, and then we'll bring that woman over, and we'll have to hire a nanny or something."

Bai Sangsang suggested: "Our Bai family has a villa on Shanghai Road. The location is convenient for transportation and there are many shopping malls. Let me tell my parents that it shouldn't be a problem for us to move there."

"Really?" Song Ranqin's eyes sparkled, "Then I'll pack my luggage right away!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about fighting with Jin Ziqi, and happily ran away stepping on his high heels.

In the vestibule, Jin Ziqi glanced at Su Hengfeng and his wife next to him, and felt that he had nothing to say to them, so he dragged Qing Qiao back to the house, while Su Hengfeng who stayed where he was, suddenly pulled Bai Sangsang's body after they walked away. wrist.

"Bai Sangsang, do you know what you are doing? Let Qiao Nianzhao move in? Only you can figure it out!"

Bai Sangsang raised her eyebrows and looked at the sullen Su Hengfeng, the smile on her face disappeared little by little, and a hint of sarcasm stained her eyes, she let her wrist be hurt by Su Hengfeng's pinch.

"Don't you dislike me for not being able to give birth? I want to take care of my son for you now, but you suspect that I have malicious intentions. Su Hengfeng, I find that you are really contradictory, you don't even want your own flesh and blood?"

"My own flesh and blood? Are you so kind to raise a son for someone else?"

"Maybe others won't, but your Su Hengfeng's..."

Bai Sangsang approached Su Hengfeng, tilted her head, and whispered softly in his ear: "I will definitely take good care of it."

Su Hengfeng looked at the back of Bai Sangsang who turned and left, with a ferocious face, his hands clenched into fists, his joints creaking, he raised his hand, and slammed it hard on the nearby tree trunk in a circle.

When Song Qiyan came home from get off work, he noticed a different atmosphere from the past.

At this time, the servants who should be busy in the kitchen are drinking tea and chatting in the vestibule, and the bodyguards and maids are playing badminton with laughter and laughter. It is a harmonious scene.

When someone noticed Song Qiyan approaching, the vestibule fell silent immediately, and then stood up one after another, bowing respectfully to Song Qiyan and saying, "Hi, young master!"

Song Qiyan glanced at the badminton racket and raised his eyebrows: "There is no wind in the evening, so it's really suitable for playing."

The servant with the badminton racket trembled, embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Young Madam...Young Madam said, give us a holiday tonight."

Song Qiyan nodded, smiled gently, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's fun, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

He took two steps, stopped again, and turned his head. Everyone who was originally relaxed tensed up again.

Song Qiyan nodded his head with his fingers, and asked awkwardly, "Where is Young Madam?"

"The young lady is in the dining room."

When Song Qiyan got the information he wanted, he didn't keep any more, so as not to make everyone feel uncomfortable.

He deliberately went back to the bedroom and changed into comfortable home clothes before going to the dining room to find his wife whom he hadn't seen for a day. When he opened the door, he subconsciously stepped lightly and approached slowly.

In a spacious and bright restaurant, a beautiful figure is sitting at the dining table. She is looking down at a book in her hand. She has long black hair hanging down to her waist, a white turtleneck, Englund's pleated skirt, and a pair of household cotton slippers. , sitting there quietly, the long eyelashes are like two small brushes, black and curled, casting a silhouette on the face.

Ben's tired mind was relieved in an instant, Song Qiyan quietly went over, half-wrapped her waist from behind, put his hand on her stomach and gently stroked her, "Why are you sitting here reading a book?"

Jin Ziqi seemed to have expected it to be him, and naturally leaned into his arms, "Of course I'm waiting for you to eat!"

After speaking, he left his embrace, got up, covered the table with the hemispherical metal cover on the dinner plate, and then brought a plate of food in front of him, "Let the kitchen prepare it for you."

Song Qiyan looked at the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in his hand, then looked up at Jin Ziqi who was looking forward to it, and then lowered his head to smell the porridge: "Tonight's porridge seems to taste a little different."

"Really? Why didn't I smell it?"

After Jin Ziqi finished talking nonchalantly, he sat down beside him and picked up the book on the table again.

Song Qiyan stared at her for a while, then picked up the spoon resentfully, but didn't eat it right away, but gently stirred the porridge in the bowl, and the light porridge fragrance slowly permeated the dining room.

"It seems that the person who cooks the porridge tonight is very careful and hardworking..."

Song Qiyan sighed as if talking to himself, and then began to drink porridge happily.

As for Jin Ziqi, although his eyes fell on the words in the book, his ears were always paying attention to Song Qiyan's side. Hearing his muttering, the corners of his lips curled up, but he didn't say a word.

When Song Qiyan was almost finished drinking, Jin Ziqi raised his head: "Do you want another bowl?"

As she said that, she stretched out her hand to catch the bowl in his hand, but she didn't get the bowl, but her hand was firmly held.

Song Qiyan pulled her into his arms with a little force, let her sit on his lap, hugged her, buried his face in the hair of her neck, and said without beginning and end: "There are no green onions."

"What?" Jin Ziqi was startled, and looked down at him.

"Porridge." Song Qiyan raised his head, looking back at her with burning eyes, "There is no green onion in the porridge."

After he finished speaking, his eyes were full of smiles, his left hand covered hers, the two ruby ​​rings gleamed, Jin Ziqi's heart tightened suddenly, and then streams of warm current flowed through.

"The head chef in the kitchen doesn't have a good habit of removing chopped green onions for me!"

Song Qiyan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deep depression of his throat, with a hint of complaint, but also full of infinite joy, as if there was a strange force, which made people feel at ease inexplicably.

Jin Ziqi wrapped his arms around his neck, turning her beautiful eyes: "Maybe the chef overheard your complaint by accident."

"Really?" Song Qiyan hugged her tightly: "Why don't you say it's a temporary general change?"

A beautiful smile bloomed on Jin Ziqi's face. Song Qiyan likes to cook with chopped green onions, and likes the taste of chopped green onions, but he doesn't like to see chopped green onions on the table, and his appetite will drop when he sees them.

Therefore, she first added green onions to the porridge, and when the porridge was almost cooked, she stood in front of the kitchen counter, scooped out the chopped green onions one by one with a spoon, and then agreed to put down the spoon after repeated confirmation.

The chef watched from the side and shook his head, sighing that this was a laborious and thankless job.

Jin Ziqi recalled the scene when he was cooking porridge. At that time, he didn't think it was troublesome. He just thought that if he could show a little joy while drinking the porridge, then what she did would be worth it.

It's just that he didn't expect that he could see that she cooked the porridge...

Her body lost weight suddenly, and then her eyes blurred, Jin Ziqi almost screamed out, she hurriedly grabbed Song Qiyan's neck, and he had already hugged him horizontally.

(End of this chapter)