Be Careful General's Wife!

"General." Dongmei, who is cleaning the courtyard, sees that the general has entered the courtyard, so she puts down the broom and rushes to the general's blessing.

"And Madame?" Song Heng asked.

Dongmei looked at the direction of the main house and said, "madam is in the house."

Song Heng Chao took a look at the main house, nodded and rushed to the main room.

The two masters and servants in the house had already heard the conversation in the courtyard. After a while, they saw Song Heng enter the house.

"General." Cui'er stood on the edge of the Kang and gave the general a blessing.

Song Heng nodded his head slightly and said, "Gee..." Originally in the sleeping boy an, also don't know whether to know his father came, stretched out the small arm to wake up.

Shen Wan originally wanted to pick up her son, but Song Heng took her first step to the cradle and picked up the boy an.

I haven't seen my little son for a few days. He still thinks strangely. Hearing his little son's voice, he didn't want to think about it, so he went straight to the cradle and picked him up.

The baby is growing fast, but he didn't see him for a few days. He felt that the child had grown up a lot. The face also slightly has some flesh meat, looks very soft cute lovely.

"Ah ah..." The little boy an was held by his father, holding his father's hair hanging on his chest and stuffing it into his mouth.

Seeing that his son wanted to eat his hair, Song Heng stopped it.

"Don't eat dad's hair." Song Heng's voice was louder and his tone was more severe.

Boy Ann's little fist has been sent to his mouth, but his hair has not been put into his mouth. With two black grape like eyes staring at his father, a small mouth will cry.

Song Heng looked at his little son to cry, and his heart was suddenly flustered. However, he said calmly on his face: "a man's husband, how can he cry without moving."

Little boy an didn't know if he understood his father's words. His mouth was shriveled, his nose moved, and his tears didn't fall down.

Cui'er looked at it and said with a smile, "young master, you really listen to the general's words. If the general says you can't eat your hair, you won't eat it. If the general says you can't cry, you won't cry."

Hearing this, Shen Wan frowned unhappily and said in her heart: this little heartless man, why didn't he listen to me so much? He was born to me, and I love him most.

"Is it?" Song Heng looks down at his little son and smiles.

Hum! Shen Wan turned her eyes and said to hui'er, "zi'an should be hungry. Take him to feed some milk."

Yes, she deliberately let Huier take the boy away. She couldn't see Song Heng holding her baby son, nor could she see her heartless little baby, smiling at Song Heng without teeth.

"General, give the young master to your servant." Huier takes two steps forward and reaches out to hold the young master.

Song Heng thought that he came here because he had something to discuss with Zian's mother, so he gave his youngest son in his arms to Huier.

The boy an came to hui'er's arms, still holding his father's hair.

Song Heng's hair was pulled a little bit painful by him, and he said in a warm voice, "loosen dad's hair quickly."

I don't, boy an is spitting bubbles at his father, and his mouth is babbling. Song Heng gently patted his little hand, and then he pursed his little mouth and loosened his father's hair. He was carried away by Huier.

Hui'er takes the boy an away, leaving only Shen Wan and Song Heng in the room.

"What's the matter with the general at this time?" Shen Wan raised the cup on the table and looked at Song Heng. He usually doesn't come here at this time. In the past, he would come to see Xiaozi an and talk to Ziling every now and then. Although he has stopped working now and has time, if he came to see xiao'an specially, he would not let hui'er hold him down. Therefore, she guessed that he would come at this time because he had something to do with her.

Song Heng sits on the Kang, picks up the cup on the tea plate, reverses the cup and puts it on the table. He picks up the teapot and pours a cup of tea for himself.

"I've come to discuss something with you."