The melodious sound of the piano came from the piano room.
Song Qingyou opened the door and saw Song Nianchen's small body sitting in front of the piano.
A pair of small hands skillfully moved on the black and white keys, and the melodious and sweet piano sounds slowly played.
"Mommy."
Song Nianchen heard the footsteps, turned around, and shouted happily towards Song Qingyou.
"Chenchen is so amazing, you can tell it's mommy just by the sound of footsteps."
Song Qingyou walked over and touched Song Nianchen's raised head.
"That's because only Mommy will show up here at this time every week."
Song Nianchen looked at Song Qingyou and spoke briskly and brightly.
"You're so smart.
Have you listened to the dean this week?"
Song Qingyou slowly knelt down and couldn't help stroking Song Nianchen's raised little head with her right hand.
Song Nianchen raised her little head and thought for a moment, and then said in a dignified manner: "The dean's grandma is on a business trip this week, and Chenchen didn't even have a chance to talk to the dean's grandma."
Song Qingyou: There is no chance to say anything, so there is no question of whether to listen or not.
Is this what you mean?
"Mommy, let's go outside and play.
Duo'er and the others said the flowers outside are very beautiful.
I've been waiting for Mommy to come over and take me to see them."
Song Nianchen said with a longing look on his face.
"Okay, Mommy will take you there right now."
Song Qingyou knelt down, held Song Nianchen's small body in her arms, and walked outside.
"Mommy, the weather is nice today."
"Yes, it's a sunny day."
Song Qingyou replied, looking at the blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine.
"No wonder I feel warm all over my body, like I'm in mommy's arms."
After Song Nianchen finished speaking, his little body couldn't help but arch into Song Qingyou's arms.
"So, then Chenchen doesn't have to stay in mommy's arms today?"
Song Qingyou looked at Song Nianchen's warm and bright eyes and couldn't help but joke.
"No."
After hearing Song Qingyou's words, Song Nianchen subconsciously put his arms around her neck with a look of reluctance.
"Mommy, we haven't seen each other for a week, don't you miss Chenchen?
Why do I feel so abandoned by my mommy?"
Song Nianchen looked at his mommy and said with a dissatisfied look on his face.
As soon as Song Nianchen finished speaking, Song Qingyou couldn't help but feel a hint of endearment in her eyes.
She pretended to think for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to protect Mommy last week?
Mommy is giving you a chance."
Hearing Song Qingyou's words, Song Nianchen's face was full of tangles.
He raised his head and kissed Song Qingyou on the cheek, and said flatteringly: "Mommy, Mommy, can I protect you when I grow up?
I'm still young and can't protect two people at the same time. ” "Chenchen now has someone to protect."
After hearing Song Nianchen's words, Song Qingyou's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Well, a few days ago, Sister Ke'er sent a dog to Chenchen.
She said that the dog was single and she asked Chenchen to protect it.
I have promised Sister Ke'er, and I can't break my promise."
Song Qingyou couldn't help but raise his forehead, so after such a long time, he lost to a dog Song Nianchen raised his head and glanced at his mommy carefully.
After seeing her disappointed look, he couldn't help but put his face close to hers and comforted her: "Mommy is not sad.
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Chenchen still loves mommy the most.
It's just Ke'er.
My sister said that single dogs are also human beings, and they can be disliked, but they cannot be harmed.
Although Chenchen didn’t understand what Sister Keer meant, Chenchen felt that Sister Keer was right, and Chenchen really liked that one.
Dog, mommy will forgive Chenchen just once, okay?”
Which eye did you see that your mommy was sad?
Song Qingyou couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
This is how Hu Keer usually misleads his disciples.
Looking down and seeing Song Nianchen's fawning look, he couldn't help but nodded.
After getting her mommy's consent, Song Nianchen cheered, then broke away from Song Qingyou's arms, held her hand, and said excitedly: "Chenchen takes mommy to see Fifteen.
Mommy will definitely like Fifteen."
Song Qingyou lowered her head and glanced at the small body in front of her, and responded in a low voice: Your mother is just a single dog, how can you not like it?
"Why is fifteen called fifteen?"
Song Nianchen turned around and replied mysteriously: "There is a saying: You can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade.
I must make sure that no other dog can escape the grasp of the fifteenth grade.
Sister Ke'er said that single dogs It will be disliked.”
Song Qingyou: Song Nianchen's face was innocent and harmless, but his eyes were filled with sparkle that could not be concealed.
His eyes were as curved as crescent moons, like a lazy kitten.
The picture is beautiful.
It's just that if you say this, why is the painting style so seriously wrong?
When Song Qingyou first met Song Nianchen, she had not yet officially been appointed as the deputy mayor of S City.
After receiving the transfer notice, she wanted to understand the situation, so she arrived in S City in advance.
That night when I walked near the orphanage, I heard the cry of a baby.
When I walked into the alley, I saw a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes lying there.
Except for a pair of big and bright eyes, his small face was covered with dirt. .
After many days of waiting, no news about the child was found, and no one was looking for him.
After discussing with the dean, Song Qingyou named him Song Nianchen.
Due to the regulations of S City, unmarried people could not adopt children.
At that time, Song Qingyou had just arrived in S City and was unable to take care of the child, so he handed the child over to the director of the welfare home.
As a result, Song Qingyou developed the habit of visiting the children in the orphanage every Sunday morning.
It has been three years now and she has never been absent.
To Song Qingyou, Song Nianchen was his child.
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