I haven't been home for almost two days. When Song Hao came back, A Ling, who was resting in the afternoon, was cleaning.

She wore a loose home clothes, rolled up the sleeves of the clothes, revealing her wrists that were now becoming whiter. When she heard the sound of the door, A Ling, who was mopping the floor, turned her head and saw Song Hao with a smile on her face.

"The case has been solved, I have been left with two days off." Before Ah Ling could ask, Song Hao took the initiative to say.

A Ling smiled and said, "I saw the news, what do I want to eat tonight?"

What she was talking about was the news that the case was solved. She must not know about Song Hao's holiday.

The way the two get along is obviously becoming more and more like an old couple. On holidays such as Valentine's Day, gifts may have changed from flowers to more practical two kilograms of ribs.

Song Hao, who had changed into slippers, walked over and hugged her, and said with a doting look on his face: "I like to eat whatever you make."

After slapping his stingy hands, A Ling said, "Don't mess around, delay cooking, and you will have nothing to eat tonight."

"I'm not hungry."

A Ling looked at him with a slightly red face and said, "If you don't eat it, Xiao Chong and I will eat it too. When I saw the news, I guess you should be able to get off work today. I bought herbs and stewed soup for you. You can drink some first in a while."

Tonic soup?

It was about to overflow if he didn't repair it, so he couldn't use this, but when he saw his expression, he seemed to know what he was thinking, A Ling gently pinched his waist and said, "It's not harmful to just condition your body."

After dinner, A Ling cleaned up the table, while Song Hao was dragged by Xiao Chong to play chess, and the "father and son" had a lot of fun.

Later, Xiao Chong had already taken a shower and went back to sleep, and Song Hao and A Ling also went back to the room.

"Are you very tired after investigating the case recently? You should go to bed early."

Listening to her "indifferent words", Song Hao's big hand passed through an airport and became busy with Xiao Chongsheng's sister. In fact, he felt that A Ling was indifferent, and A Ling really didn't.

I have heard from him that he would take two days off, so she really wanted to let him have a good sleep and take a rest.

...

The next day.

A Ling didn't ask Song Hao to get up and went to see Xiao Chong to school by herself.

"Mom, you are so beautiful today. It must be Uncle Song's credit." Xiao Chong, who was sitting in the back row, praised A Ling.

“…”

A Ling, who was about to start the car, looked at her son through the rearview mirror in the car with a complicated expression. She couldn't help but think, did her son, who had always been well-behaved, make some bad friends, and she didn't understand the meaning of it at all, but just learned to say such things?

Do you want Ahao to talk to him? But Xiao Chong's age has never reached the stage of youth or rebellion.

Just as Ah Ling was thinking about it, Xiao Chong said again: "The teacher told us that there is a saying in China that people feel refreshed when they are happy. My mother must be very happy because Uncle Song doesn't have to work overtime on the police station. I am the same. I almost won the last game of chess last night."

Why is this child breathing heavily when he speaks?

When A Ling heard Xiao Chong's words, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried about him such as puberty. She couldn't help but blush because she used adult thinking to guess the child's thoughts.

At the same time, she secretly spat at Song Hao. It was him who kept repeating his thoughts last night... that made her think about it.

She said, "Then come on, try to win him next time."

Xiao Chong nodded and said, "But Uncle Song said before that his best attitude is to play chess. If I beat him, will he be unable to bear it in his face?"

If Song Hao knew that a half-year-old child was thinking about whether to let him go, he wouldn't know what he would think.

I really want to talk about your Uncle Song's face, so I won't feel embarrassed, but it is obviously inappropriate to say this to the child. A Ling smiled and said, "Will you know when you win?"

When Song Hao got up, he was the only one left at home. Seeing the notes on the table and the breakfast that A Ling left for him, he smiled knowingly. After washing up, he sat on the table to prepare for breakfast.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Thinking it was a promotion number, Song Hao picked it up casually, "Hey, hello, who?"

"Hello, Mr. Song, I am lily's mother."

As soon as she finished speaking, a graceful and beautiful woman and the appearance of Lily in leather jacket and leather pants all rushed into her mind, almost making him feel a little overwhelmed.

Song Hao said, "Madam, is there anything wrong?"

"In order to express my gratitude to Mr. Song, I want to invite Mr. Song to a simple meal, and... the little girl wants to meet Mr. Song."

She seemed not to want to add the following sentence at first, but Song Hao heard the footsteps on the phone, so she quickly added the sentence.

A Ling didn't have a break today, and lunch was not over. Song Hao said cheerfully: "Okay, which restaurant is in?" When I was washing up before, Song Hao thought about how to invite Lu Xiaoxing to dinner at noon, but when he invited someone to dinner, Song Hao decisively chose the latter.

Tacklen hesitated for a moment and said, "Lily doesn't want to go outside. Does Mr. Song still remember the address here, or can I arrange someone to pick you up."

"No, I will go to the appointment on time."

After hanging up the phone, Song Hao was wondering if he had to bring some gifts to someone else's house?

Thinking of this, Song Hao drove out after breakfast, went to the mall, and bought a small but very exquisite decoration, which was just right for the gift.

Half past ten.

Song Hao rang the doorbell.

The servant who opened the door was the last time. Song Hao's handsome face was so recognizable. Although he had only seen him, the servant recognized him immediately and shouted to the living room: "Madam, it's Mr. Song."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Hao heard a burst of rapid footsteps, a fragrant breeze drifted by, and a soft body had already pounced on his arms.

He rubbed his arms intimately, lily hugged his neck and said happily: "You are here."

Looking at the bright pretty face in front of him, it was really hard for Song Hao to push it away. He couldn't help but look at Taklin who was walking towards him like "asking for help".

Tacklein was wearing a light long dress, and the squat dress wrapped her increasingly convex and beautiful figure that had been settled by the years, but the years left almost no trace on her jade face. The willow eyebrows were like smoke, the eyes were filled with autumn water, and the red lips reminded Song Hao of the words that time never defeated the beauty.

But a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes at this moment, and she couldn't bear to blame her daughter, and said, "I told you that he would come, so go back to the room and change your clothes."
Chapter completed!