"While you are on vacation, I will hand over the project on hand tomorrow and let's go south for a vacation." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang put her arms around his neck and reached out to pinch his ears, "How many times have you asked for leave this year?"
"My company, why can't I take leave?"
Song Xiang glared at him and said, "Please give me some snacks. With your unmotivated attitude, can you survive until you hand over the company to your son?"
The man lowered his head to kiss the tip of her nose, and then kissed her on the mouth. He complained a little, "You never talk to your son now, and you think of him first before everything else."
Song Xiang groaned and looked for a chance to speak, "I invented cupcakes two days ago, didn't I ask you to eat them first?"
"Well, you always come to me first for things like this."
Song Xiang pressed her lips against his, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "I have already booked a flight."
"Um?"
Song Xiang rolled her eyes and touched her forehead with him, "It's just the two of us."
"Without the brat?"
Song Xiang pushed his shoulder and said with a smile: "You didn't come back just now. They had egg pancakes to eat and they said they would wait for you. It's good for you because you always want to eat alone."
The man hugged her waist tightly, kissed her eyes, and whispered: "He will also have a wife in the future. You should hurt him less, otherwise there will be conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."
"Nonsense..."
"Those little light bulbs all sleep on the second floor at night."
"That doesn't work, hey, why..."
The temperature in the kitchen has risen slightly, and there is a sweet smell in the air.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard outside.
Song Xiang reacted quickly and quickly pushed the man.
As soon as the two separated, a little head appeared at the door.
"Godmother?"
Song Xiang responded immediately, glanced at someone with an unhappy face, straightened his hair and walked to the door.
"Niannian, what's wrong?"
"I want to drink juice, can I ask the nanny to make me a drink?"
"OK."
Song Xiang patted the little guy's head, turned to Yan Han and winked, asking him to go out.
When Nian Nian saw Yan Han, he was stunned for a moment, then went up to pull him, "Xiao Yan's father, come up quickly, there are many Dudu skills, and Yan Beibei is a stingy person and is not willing to teach him."
Yan Han was pulled upstairs, and Song Xiang was waiting downstairs for her aunt to prepare the juice and bring it into the study.
Beibei's study is independent and usually there is no sound, but now it is very lively.
Everywhere I go, it's hard to be quiet.
Song Xiang opened the door and found Dudu sitting cautiously behind the desk beside him. He sat upright with a serious expression and glanced at Shun Han not far away.
Nian Nian was lying across from Beibei's big desk, with a tube of potato chips in hand, teasing Beibei into talking.
Beibei didn't even raise his head, not knowing what he was writing.
Song Xiang put down the juice and poured a glass for all the children. Seeing that Dudu was so frightened, she pushed Yan Han to Beibei's side and lowered her head to care for Dudu.
When he raised his head and looked across, Yan Han was standing next to Beibei, holding Beibei's hand while practicing calligraphy.
"You still need to practice your writing skills. Don't hesitate when writing, and don't be afraid of making mistakes."
"I know, Dad."
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth rose, and his heart felt soft.
Yan Han just said he disliked them, but in fact he loved their children very much. Whenever he was at home, he would get up in the morning to have breakfast and morning exercises with Beibei. He would also accompany Beibei to do extracurricular practice and homework every night, as long as he didn't have to work overtime.
If it's too late or on a business trip, he will definitely leave comments and suggestions for Beibei.