"My wife is the best, I will love you forever."

Li Shaoyan was the second one. After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Song Yiran lightly. In return, Song Yiran stared at him angrily, and even the chopsticks in his hand were taken away. Li Shaoyan touched his nose and looked at Song Xiaomeng as if he was asking for help.

"Hehe, Daddy always does this. Brother, say it quickly. Before Daddy, he will say that as long as Mommy nods, she can eat."

Song Xiaomeng was obviously from Song Xiaobao's side, and directly ignored Li Shaoyan's call for help and urged Song Xiaobao to hurry up.

Looking at Song Yiran who was smiling opposite, Song Xiaobao hesitated for a moment, and although he was a little awkward, he finally spoke: "Mommy is the best."

After saying that, the following "I love you forever" really can't say.

Song Xiaobao looked at Song Yiran with some embarrassment, for fear of seeing sad or disappointed expressions on her face again.

"Xiaobao is also the best, mommy will love you forever."

Song Yiran didn't care about those things, and confessed to Song Xiaobao without hesitation, and then urged him to have a meal quickly.

Only Li Shaoyan was left, and he looked at Song Yiran helplessly and depressedly. All he could smell was the fragrance of food, not to mention that his beloved woman cooked himself. But he could only watch it, not eat it. This kind of pain was simply indescribable.

"Ranran."

When Li Shaoyan begged for mercy, Song Yiran snorted coldly and noblely, then returned the chopsticks to Li Shaoyan. Although he was cold on the surface, his heart was sweeter than eating honey.

The dining table is very quiet, both adults and children, and the dining posture is very regular. You can tell at a glance that you have excellent education and even a meal is pleasing to the eye.

A simple home-cooked meal with a warm and beautiful atmosphere.

After dinner, Li Shaoyan took the initiative to take on the responsibility of cleaning the table and washing dishes. Song Xiaomeng, who has always liked to act, naturally actively helped clean the table. Unfortunately, she was not skilled in her job. It was still dirty after wiping here and there, but it was dirty after wiping there.

In the end, Song Xiaobao couldn't stand it, so he walked over silently and took the tablecloth in Song Xiaomeng's hand and wiped the table clean for her.

"Brother is so awesome."

Song Xiaomeng, who couldn't help, had to act as a cheerleader on the side and encourage Song Xiaobao who was wiping the table.

Song Yiran stood aside and watched with a happy and calm smile on his face. He hadn't experienced this dull happiness for a long time, but now he thinks that makes people feel a little sore in their noses.

"Xiao Meng Xiaobao, go for a walk with mommy."

"Okay, okay, Xiaomeng likes walking the most."

Song Xiaomeng actively responded to Song Yiran's proposal, and was about to run over with a look of excitement, but Song Xiaobao quickly grabbed her.

"Wash your hands first, just wipe the table with oil."

"oh."

Song Xiaomeng immediately pulled her head apart and strangely let Song Xiaobao lead her to the bathroom on the first floor. After washing her hands, she was led out again. Li Shaoyan had already washed the dishes. So the walk turned into a family of four, and the night was as cool as water, the moonlight was as bright as silver plates.

There are unknown bugs in the garden making crisp sounds, showing vitality.

Most of the time, Song Yiran and Song Xiaomeng were playing tricks, while the other father and son were always quiet but listened carefully. They walked around the garden, and their pace was not fast. It was almost an hour after returning to the origin.

"Okay, it's time to go upstairs to wash your hands, feet, brush your teeth, and then lie on the bed and wait."

Song Yiran stopped and looked at the two little buns and said with a smile.

"good."

Song Xiaomeng nodded, as well as he was. After saying that, she smiled and looked at him with a naive look on her face.

"Brother, you can have bedtime stories before going to bed at night. Mommy said that it will make you feel more comfortable after listening to the stories, so brother must listen. Daddy and Mommy choose one, and I want to choose Daddy. Brother, let Mommy tell stories, okay?"

Song Xiaomeng looked up at Song Xiaobao, her big black grape-like eyes were filled with bright expectations.

Song Xiaobao naturally couldn't bear to refuse Song Xiaomeng's request. Although he was not very used to bedtime stories and felt that it was too naive, he still nodded in the end.

"Dad, hurry up, let's go tell stories."

After getting the guarantee, Song Xiaomeng immediately turned around and grabbed Li Shaoyan, and pulled him into the living room with an impatient look.

Li Shaoyan squatted down with a helpless look on his face, picked up Song Xiaomeng, kissed her on the cheek, and then walked into the living room.

Song Xiaomeng immediately hugged Li Shaoyan's neck with both hands, secretly glanced at Song Xiaobao, and then showed a cunning smile at Song Yiran.

Song Yiran silently gave her baby daughter a thumbs up in her heart, which was simply her caring little cotton-padded jacket.

He specially created an opportunity to get along with Song Xiaobao, and it was such a warm reason. God knows that since Song Xiaobao was three years old, he has never been willing to sleep with Song Yiran again, let alone listen to bedtime stories. It was Song Yiran's regret that he could not sleep when he was sleeping when he listened to the story, but now he has the opportunity to make up for it.

I have to say, it's really a goodjob!

Covering the excitement in his eyes, Song Yiran looked at Song Xiaobao calmly.

"Let's go, we'll go to bed, too."

Song Xiaobao nodded and let Song Yiran pinch his cheek and ravage it, then led him into the living room.

When she arrived at the room, Song Yiran watched Song Xiaobao go to the bathroom to wash. When she leaned against the wall, Song Yiran looked around Song Xiaobao's room, her eyes a little burning.

Nothing has changed here, so Song Xiaobao shouldn't feel uncomfortable, right?

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Song Xiaobao walked out expressionlessly. He glanced at Song Yiran, then walked over and climbed onto the bed. He sat at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Song Yiran looked quietly for a while and felt sad. After a while, he walked over and sat by the bed. He leaned over and kissed Song Xiaobao on the cheek, held his face and let him look at him.

"Baby, everything has passed. You are my son, not a lone wolf, nor a murder machine. Those pasts are something you don't want, so you don't need to care at all. In the future, no matter what happens, Mommy will be with you."

Song Yiran's tone was particularly serious, staring at Song Xiaobao without blinking.

Song Xiaobao looked at Song Yiran blankly, with a lot of words in his heart but he didn't know what to say. Can he really forget everything in the past as a nightmare?

He still remembers how many people were stained with his hands, how many people he had killed, and the horrified and desperate expressions of those people before he died. Until now, he dreams of blood and corpses everywhere every night.

Can those really be forgotten?

"Baby, don't worry or be afraid. Mommy will always be with you. No matter how bad you pass, you will be strong and survive. Believe in Mommy, Mommy loves you."

Song Yiran said, and once again gently kissed Song Xiaobao's cheek.

Song Xiaobao looked up at Song Yiran, feeling her warmth, and his originally numb heart gradually became conscious. After a long time, he gently raised his hand and hugged Song Yiran carefully little by little.

"Can I really do it?"

"Yes, believe mommy."

Song Xiaobao didn't say anything, and obediently leaned in Song Yiran's arms. Feeling the warmth and beauty that only existed in dreams, the missing feelings were found bit by bit. The thick and slender eyelashes trembled a few times, and then slowly closed them.

He thought, perhaps those pasts could be gradually forgotten.

After a long time, Song Yiran looked down at the feeling that the person in his arms had completely relaxed.

When she saw Song Xiaobao sleeping soundly in her arms, she couldn't help but chuckled with satisfaction. She stared at Song Xiaobao quietly for a long time, then carefully placed him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Baby, good night, mommy loves you."

Song Yiran leaned over, kissed Song Xiaobao gently on the forehead, and then got up and tiptoed away.

Close the door carefully, and as soon as Song Yiran turned around, he saw the big and small standing in the corridor.

"Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Song Yiran looked at Song Xiaomeng and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Song Xiaomeng covered her mouth and smiled, hid to Li Shaoyan's side and asked Dad to answer.

"Xiao Meng is worried about Xiaobao."

"Don't worry, my brother is already asleep. Xiao Meng is going to bed obediently, and mom will take you on a date tomorrow!"

"Great night, Daddy Mommy, I love you."

Song Xiaomeng happily gave the two of them a kiss, and then crossed the river without hesitation and directly pushed Li Shaoyan out of the room and closed the door.

Li Shaoyan stood in the corridor with a helpless look on his face, his face full of "I was discouraged and frustrated".

Song Yiran looked at him with a smile on his face, wanting to laugh and wanting to cry.

For a while, she has been looking forward to Song Xiaobao returning to her side, and has thought about the scene after the reunion countless times. Although Song Xiaobao is always very well-behaved and let her fiddle with obediently looks very adorable, Song still prefers the rich expression Song Xiaobao in the past.

Looking at Song Yiran's slightly red eyes, Li Shaoyan sighed and walked up to him and hugged the person in his arms and kissed her lips gently.

"It's already very good, right? Xiaobao's current situation is quite stable, and it's much better than needing help from a psychologist to get out."

"I know, but I still feel sad."

Song Yiran glared at Li Shaoyan with a coquettish look on her face. She didn't want to always have so many tears and so sentimentality. But when faced with her son's affairs, her emotions were always uncontrollable.

Li Shaoyan sighed, deeply feeling that something should be done to distract Song Yiran's attention.

Although he knew that she was worried about Song Xiaobao, he always felt bad every day, and he felt distressed. If other things were distracted by Song Yiran's attention, would it be better?

For example, let her be a mommy again.

Anyway, he has also missed the growth of Song Xiaomeng and Song Xiaobao, and now there is no obstacle. It feels good to try hard to experience the prospective father.

It's better to have another daughter.

Accompanying Song Yiran, she waited for her belly to grow bigger little by little, and felt the fetus matured day by day and then was born. She prepared everything she needed, small clothes, shoes, strollers, milk powder, diapers, toys... and so on, everything.

Listening to her first cry and smiling face, watching her grow up from such a young age, learn to speak and walk. Then she called her first Daddy, gradually learned to act coquettishly, let him hold her obediently, and play with her with her...
Chapter completed!