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Chapter 257 A Hundred Days of Oranges

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    "I fed her and drank."

    At this time, Song Weichen sat up slowly, with a playful look in his eyes.

    "Then if you don't tell me, it will make me worry for nothing."

    But at this time, I didn't realize that I had already leaked out. It wasn't until the man's eyes became darker and darker that I suddenly remembered that my cheeks turned red uncontrollably. I hurriedly pulled off my clothes and smiled awkwardly:  "She drank milk and drank milk"

    There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Is there anything about you that I haven't seen?"

    Angrily, I picked up the pillow from behind and threw it at him.  Early in the morning, we heard the sound of us fighting in the room, until there were a few familiar knocks on the door.

    "Master, young mistress, are you awake?"

    I was startled, and sat up subconsciously: "Wang Ma, get up."

    "Oh, sir is waiting for you downstairs."

    "Okay, let's get down right away."

    After saying this, Wang Ma still stayed at the door and did not leave. I immediately blinked at Song Weichen and pointed to the door.

    "Wang Ma, you go down first, we will come right away."

    "Okay, master."

    I was relieved when her footsteps were far away.

    "Why are you nervous?"

    Glanced at him angrily: "It's not that you're not nervous. Get up quickly, didn't you hear Wang Ma say, is Dad still waiting for us?"

    But his expression was still indifferent, unmoved at all, he glanced at him, and Song Weichen got dressed slowly after I got up from the bed in a hurry.

    "Wendong, the children get up late, don't wait."

    When they went downstairs, Song's father and Song's mother were already sitting at the dining table.  Hearing our footsteps, Mother Song turned to look at us: "Wei Chen, come quickly."

    Then he gave me a dissatisfied look, moved his mouth to say something, and suppressed it again.

    "Dad, Mom."

    When I sat down, I yelled tremblingly.

    "Let's have breakfast."

    Such an atmosphere made me so nervous that I didn't dare to make any more expressions. Father Song leaned back on the chair to read the newspaper after eating a few mouthfuls. After a while, he suddenly said: "When do you go to work?"

    "In a few days."

    Song Weichen said something unhurriedly, and handed me the sandwich in his hand.  I looked at the milk in front of me, the sandwich, and my mouth was full of dullness, such a breakfast

    With a "snap", Father Song placed the newspaper heavily on the table. I panicked and raised my head hastily. What's wrong?

    "I'm going back to the company tomorrow. Don't you know how many people are waiting for you?"

    "Don't you still have dad? What's the rush? My wedding leave is not over yet." Song Weichen took another piece of bread in his slender fingers, and he smeared tomato sauce on it gracefully. Treating it made me feel like a rare treasure.  Feel.

    Father Song's complexion could already be described as livid. I was so anxious that I couldn't help kicking him.

    "More?"

    Unexpectedly, he turned his head and handed me the sandwich in his hand.

    Looking at him angrily, I was blocked by him and couldn't say a word, lowered my voice, and whispered: "Song Weichen!"

    "I don't care what you have to do, you have to go to work the day after tomorrow at the latest."

    Father Song watched our interaction with displeasure on his face. He pushed away the chair and stood up. The chair legs rubbed against the smooth floor, making a sharp sound, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on my body.  After he finished speaking, he turned around, picked up the coat that was draped behind his back, and walked out the door.

    "Wendong, where are you going?"

    Song's mother, who had just left the dining table, came back just in time to catch Song's father's leaving back. She shouted at his back several times, but there was no response.

    "What's going on? Why did your father leave again?" Mother Song looked at Song Weichen with a puzzled expression.

    "nothing."

    Seeing that I couldn't ask anything, Mother Song cast her eyes on me, and I hurriedly lowered my head, chewing those things that were like chewing wax to me.  They can only be imagined as all kinds of salty and spicy

    Fortunately, Song's father's departure diverted Song's mother's attention from me. After breakfast and clearing the table, she still had doubts on her face.

    "Mom, I will take Chen Yan out today, you don't need to prepare dinner for us."

    "Where are you going? Your aunts are here today."

    The first time Mother Song turned her gaze to me.

      I was at a loss, Song Weichen didn't tell me about this at all.  But as soon as I heard that Mother Song's group of sisters were coming, I was extremely grateful for Song Weichen's decision just now, so even though Mother Song's eyes were cold, I still bite the bullet and said nothing.

    I heard him say lightly: "The orange is going to be a hundred days old, let's go out and take a picture."

    Once this reason came out, even if Song's mother was not very happy, she couldn't stop it.

    Chengzi Hundred Days I actually forgot about it, stuck out my tongue, and after Song's mother left, I looked at Song Weichen excitedly: "You still remember, you don't even remind me."

    He gave me a contemptuous look: "Chen Yan, if Cheng Zi despises you in the future, don't blame me."

    I smiled and said unwillingly: "I am her mother. How could she dislike me"

    I don't know when Song Weichen contacted the photo studio. When we arrived, a clerk greeted us immediately: "Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, hello."

    "Hello."

    Song Weichen was hugging Xiao Chengzi, while I was leisurely holding his arm, trying to maintain the best demeanor.

    "Come with me, both of you. The baby's hundred-day photos are all here. You can choose which style you want."

    The decoration of the photo studio can be seen to be of good taste, but the strange thing is that the store is very deserted. Just as I was about to ask Song Weichen what store he found, he heard the sweet clerk say: "Mr. Song sent someone a month ago  I made an appointment for today, and it's still a whole day, so don't worry, the people in our photo studio will only serve you today, and will definitely take the best photos for your little baby."

    I glanced at Song Weichen in surprise, and a warm current slowly flowed from my chest.

    The corner of my mouth was lightly raised, and I said politely: "Thank you."

    Song Weichen ignored all our conversations. He lowered his head and concentrated on holding his daughter in his arms. His softened profile made me snicker a few times, this old fox.

    "Mrs. Song, what do you think of this set?"

    The clerk's voice drew my sight back. I looked in the direction she was pointing, and my eyes lit up. The photo was in a bright color style. The combination of contrasting colors made the baby look a little more energetic. I nodded: "That's right.  .¡±

    "There is also this set. The photographer of this set is famous for capturing the expressions of babies. Doesn't it seem natural to you?"

    I was dazzled by one set of photo collections in the photo studio, and I thought almost every set was good. After hesitating for a long time, I asked in a low voice: "If the baby takes pictures, will it be too tiring?" (Remember this  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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