CEO,Love Me Quick

Song Jiaojiao, who has been busy for a day, is full of backache. What's more, she has done a lot of rough work.

The sky soon darkened. The sky was clear during the day and stars were in the sky at night. Song Jiaojiao went to Dongfang Yan's side and took a look. She sat on the sofa.

At the moment, Dongfang Yan is accompanying Song Qing to watch some naive animation, but the picture is so harmonious that they are like father and son.

Song Jiaojiao made progress and wanted to break the harmony, but she soon gave up the idea. She went to Dongfang Yan's side, patted him on the shoulder in a low voice and asked him, "you go to have a rest. I'll accompany Song Qing. You've been busy all day."

"If you are tired, go and have a rest. I am a man with good constitution. I will accompany Song Qing. " Dongfang Yan shook his head and waved to song Jiaojiao. Then she advised her to go back to her room and sleep.

Song Jiaojiao nods and looks at Dongfang Yan and Song Qing. Dongfang Yan doesn't really regard Song Qing as his own son?

Song Jiaojiao looks at their two people's feelings really close, just sighs, and then turns to leave.

The next morning, it was another extremely bright day. Song Jiaojiao got up early. She came to the kitchen and was about to make a big breakfast for Song Qing and Dongfang Yan when the doorbell rang.

Hearing the doorbell, song Jiaojiao walks to the door and looks at the old oriental lady. She invites her to the living room. After pouring a cup of tea, song Jiaojiao gets busy in the kitchen.

The old lady looked at Song Jiaojiao's skillful movements and nodded with satisfaction. In fact, she was very fond of song Jiaojiao at the very beginning, before her own quite misunderstood her. Song Jiaojiao doesn't care about these, and still looks after her with respect.

As time went on, the old lady also put down her prejudice.

Seeing Song Qing, the old lady spoke softly. "Song Qingqi! Where's your father? " Looking at his lovely grandson, the old lady walked up.

"My father is still sleeping."

Hearing Song Qing's address, the old lady's eyes suddenly changed. You know, although he recognized Song Qing's real grandson, she never heard Song Qing call her grandmother. She was naturally very happy to hear song Qing call Dongfang Yan a father.

"Song Qing, why don't you have a rest?" Dongfang Yan came down from the attic and opened his mouth in a deep voice.

"Dad, I'm ready to read a story book." Song Qing picked up the story book on the tea table and read it.

"Do you understand? Do you want daddy to teach you? " Looking at the thick story book in Song Qing's hand, Dongfang Yan was surprised for a moment and then asked.

"I really don't know a few words. Why don't my father teach me?" Song Qing nodded his head and looked forward to the Oriental Language.

Looking at this, song Qingdong dialect laughingly shakes his head. The child's character is more or less inherited from Song Jiaojiao.

Looking at the interaction between the two people, the Oriental old lady couldn't help laughing and squinting her eyes. Song Jiaojiao also quickly walked out of the kitchen at the moment.

The family on the dining table is harmonious and harmonious, with an invisible warm and sweet feeling. When song Jiaojiao hears Song Qing calling Dongfang Yandi, her frown is a little stretch.

The old lady actually came out to exercise. She came here, but she wanted to see his good grandson.

Dongfang Yan naturally knew what the old oriental lady thought, but he didn't insist on it. After talking to the old lady, he went to work and sent Song Qing to the kindergarten by the way.

Song Jiaojiao also went to work. The old lady nodded with satisfaction at the relationship between Dongfang Yan and Song Qing.

In the next relationship, song Jiaojiao looks at the increasingly intimate relationship between Song Qing and Dongfang Yan, and she also feels uneasy.

He and Dongfang Yan are just transactions. If one day Song Qing knew he was going to leave, could he bear it?

Song Jiaojiao looks at Song Qing on one side, "baby, do you like Uncle Dongfang Yan?" Song Jiaojiao is also hesitant to ask this question.

"Like it!" Song Qing did not hesitate.

Song Jiaojiao's mouth spread a smile, "baby, mother knows you like your uncle, but mother hopes you don't rely too much on your uncle, he is not your closest person." Although song Jiaojiao hesitated, she understood that she could not give Song Qing too much hope.

"Mom!" Song Qing's expression is somewhat lost.

"Baby, I know you're not happy, but your uncle will have his own life one day, and he will have his own children one day. My mother doesn't want you to be sad and lost in the future." Song Jiaojiao holds Song Qing in her arms and sighs with loss.

At this time, Dongfang Yan, who was carrying two cups of milk, also came to the door and looked at the mother and son who were holding each other on the bed. His heart was throbbing.

"Milk?" He also knocked on one side of the door frame, said to the mother and son in the room.

Song Jiaojiao quickly sorted out her emotions, nodded and spat softly, "thank you...".

"Do you have time? I want to talk to you. " Dongfang Yan took a long breath.After that, she comforted song Jiaodong. "Let's talk here..."

After Dongfang Yan helps Song Qing tuck in the corner, he pulls song Jiaojiao to the living room.

Sitting in the living room, Dongfang Yan did not open his mouth to speak, a pair of good-looking eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Song Jiaojiao shook her fingers and began to wonder.

"You don't think Song Qing is a quiet child, but calm makes people feel lonely."

After hearing what Dongfang said, song Jiaojiao was stunned. He always knew that Song Qing was calm and calm. She knew that Song Qing was worried about her, so she stood up in front of herself.

"Don't you think Song Qing needs father's love?" Dongfang Yan then said, went to her side and sat down.

Immersed in her own thoughts, song Jiaojiao doesn't notice the actions of Dongfang Yan. He feels a little moved when he hears the words of Dongfang Yan. In fact, she also wants to help Song Qing, but she knows that some things are not what she wants.

Dongfang Yan looks directly at Song Jiaojiao. "In fact, you can let Song Qing try to accept me. I can be his father."

Song Jiaojiao looks up in surprise and looks at Dongfang Yan unexpectedly. Dongfang Yan saw song Jiaojiao's expression and spoke slowly.

"Don't be confused. Song Qing needs more care. I want to protect him with you."

In order not to let song Jiaojiao feel confused, Dongfang Yan expresses her inner thoughts.

"It's my fault..." Song Jiaojiao looks at the tea table with lonely eyes. If it is not her own, Song Qing doesn't need to bear these things. He is a naive, kind and lively child, and can't be so lonely.