An Shaochuan naturally knows that Lan Xiaoxiao is not that kind of pure woman. He just holds a playful attitude towards her and never thought he was serious.
"This kind of thing doesn't need you to tell me."
"Shaochuan." Moss tried to control his mood and slowed his tone. "You'll get married sooner or later. If you marry me, you can play as you like outside. I won't care about you, as long as you remember to go home."
She tried to pretend to be magnanimous. When she became a real housewife, it was hard to say.
An Shaochuan naturally doesn't want to marry MoSi. Let alone he doesn't want to, his father and mother won't agree.
"Shaochuan, just promise to marry her." Pan Xueni came down from upstairs and said, "I also want to hold my grandson. Song Yan couldn't have children before. I'm very dissatisfied with her. Now a woman is willing to help you have children. It's a good thing, so you should know how to cherish it."
"Mom, is that what you want?" An Shaochuan almost feels that he doesn't have any autonomy in marriage. In the past, his marriage with song Yan was the same, and now it is the same with MoSi.
"Shaochuan, mom also thinks it's time for you to settle down." Pan Xueni naturally didn't want him to marry Mossi, but when she thought that an Guohui's women outside would be grandma, she naturally couldn't fall behind, so now that Mossi is pregnant, she can only accept it.
"Shaochuan, she just said that she won't interfere in your future affairs, so you promise."
Pan Xueni persuaded an Shaochuan.
Mossi quietly stayed aside, and a cold feeling flashed in his slightly drooping eyes.
An Shaochuan feels a little cold about Pan Xueni's persuasion.
"Well, since this is what you want, I promise you."
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The next day, song Yan and Li Qingyu accompanied xiaobaozi to participate in the field activities held in his kindergarten.
When a family of three with high self-worth appeared, they immediately became the focus of the public. More importantly, the family of three came in parent-child clothes.
At first, Li Qingyu didn't want to wear it, but when he saw that song Yan and her son had already put it on, he reluctantly changed it. He originally felt very uncomfortable. Now when he saw the envy of others, he felt a little proud in his heart.
None of the women present was as beautiful as his wife, and every boy was as handsome as his son.
The teacher who organized this activity simply said the rules again, and finally evaluated who cooperated well and whose dishes were the most delicious.
Speaking of cooking, this is song Yan's strength.
Li Qingyu can't cook, so he and his son beat song Yan together.
Song Yan is going to cook a pot of soup this time, as well as one or two dishes and desserts.
When she cooked delicious food again and again, little steamed stuffed bun looked aside and almost salivated. I don't know why, he just liked to eat what song Yan made.
"Ma Ma, can I have a bite first?" He couldn't help it.
Li Qingyu couldn't help but despise him when he saw his greedy cat. "Look at your greedy cat. People who don't know still think you haven't had any food."
Because of his words, the steamed stuffed bun diverted his attention and stared at him angrily, "I don't like talking to you, Dad."
Song Yan had just finished a dessert, so she took a small piece and stuffed it into the mouth of the steamed stuffed bun. "Baby, eat it quickly."
With delicious food, the steamed stuffed bun immediately forgot his resentment against Li Qingyu and happily ate the dessert song Yan gave him.
"Ma Ma, eat well. You often cook it for me in the future."
"OK, baby." Song Yanshuang quickly agreed to his request.
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At the end of this activity, the small steamed stuffed bun family won the final victory, because song Yan's craftsmanship is really very good. Everyone scrambled to taste her soup, dessert, and some people who didn't taste her craftsmanship looked particularly sorry.
After the activity, Li Qingyu drove song Yan and the steamed stuffed bun back.
Song Yan sat in the back seat of the car with her steamed stuffed bun. She received a text message from MoSi. She said she had successfully obtained the certificate with an Shaochuan, and she finally became the young grandmother who settled down.
Looking at the text message sent by moss with a little show off, song Yan just coldly hooked her lips.
She thought she could guarantee her identity and status after she got the license with an Shaochuan?
She seems to underestimate an Shaochuan.
However, in the future, moss will be entangled with an Shaochuan endlessly, which song Yan can see and imagine.
Song Yan's look changed, and Li Qingyu caught her from time to time through the rearview mirror.
After returning to the small building in Guiyuan, the steamed stuffed bun was already tired and fell asleep. Song Yan first took him back to her room to sleep. On the first floor, she went to the French window and stretched herself. She looked very tired.
Li Qing reached behind her and hugged her very tired today
"Of course I'm tired." She's not iron. It's a lie to say she's not tired.
However, today's busy is the happiest for her. It should be the first time for her to accompany xiaobaozi to participate in school activities. She feels particularly meaningful.
"Have you accompanied Xiaoxuan to participate in his school activities before?" Song Yan asked Li Qingyu curiously.
"No." Li Qingyu answered simply without hesitation.
Song Yan immediately felt wronged for xiaobaozi in her heart. How lonely he should have been before
"His school hasn't held any activities for parents before." Li Qingyu suddenly added.
Song Yan: "
The corners of her mouth unconsciously smoked. It turned out that the ideas she had just had were superfluous.
Song Yan turned around and put her hands around Li Qingyu's neck. "Li Qingyu, there's something I have to tell you."
"You said." He's looking forward to it.
"I like Xiaoxuan so much that I can't be separated from him, so when Xiaoxuan's biological mother comes, you can't let her take Xiaoxuan's baby away, otherwise I will collapse in pain."
Song Yan knows that her thoughts are really selfish, but people are selfish. Naturally, they don't want to give what they want to have to others.
Li Qingyu now understood that his son was the most important thing in her heart. He felt a little uncomfortable and began to question where his charm was inferior to his own son.
"Can you promise me this request?" Song Yan's eyes are full of expectation.