Husband, don't play by the rules

She felt like she was living in a dream again.

One day, Song Yihe sent a text message, telling her that she couldn't cook for her anymore, because she was very busy recently.

She replied with a "thank you".

But the next day, an advertisement was posted on the door of one of her studios.

Hiring temporary waiters, the working hours are one day, and the salary is very attractive.

Mrs. Song apologized in a sharp voice with a silent face, it seemed that she was still wronged.

"Don't tell me that, you look at women when you beat dogs? You must treat my children like this because you don't see me in your eyes! If you say that old people have nothing but money in your eyes, you should love your money. I am A person, not money."

This sentence made Mrs. Song unable to utter a word.

And her son's obvious attitude made her feel guilty.

She restrained her arrogance just now.

Song Yihe straightened his icy back, and his tone was as cold and sharp as ice cubes were about to hit people.

It is like a huge ice hockey puck, which makes the temperature of the whole room drop sharply.

Leng Leng seemed to have a voice radiating from him to the surroundings.

Chen Ajiao stood there blankly, shocked by his cold majesty, her eyes were fixed on his back.

He suddenly felt for the first time the majesty of a man, and his image kept rising in her heart.

From a psychological point of view, when one person's aura is too powerful to overwhelm another person, that person will suddenly bow at his feet and bow down.

Chen Ajiao is in this situation now, this unprecedented pressure made her discover a man as if she had discovered a new world.

If we say that it was love at first sight at first sight, I was fascinated by his handsome, handsome and elegant.

Now she is like a little girl on the prairie seeing a handsome man with a horse.

I want to go with him on the same horse.

"Song Yihe, don't blame anyone, just blame me for falling in love with you, that's why I have these things. Forgive me, I won't treat the children badly, it's nothing for the Song family and the Chen family to raise a few more children ?”

The room fell silent again, Song Yihe just kept his eyes on the sleeping cute face of the child, he had never looked at his son so seriously.

The more you look, the cuter you are, the more you look at it, the more you love it.

He looked at the bandage on his son's face with heartache, admiring that he was able to stand up for his mother when he was young, and he will take care of him when he grows up.

This little thing is so willful that when it is in pain, it does not scream or make a noise, in order to cause panic to them, this narrow-mindedness is terrifying.

Looking at his son's face, the haze on that face dissipated a lot.

Gillian leaned forward cautiously, looking at the child in Song Yihe's arms, wondering whether it was the child's cuteness that inspired her woman's motherhood, or whether she was trying to please Song Yihe, and sighed softly and softly: "Really Lovely child, how pitiful!"

When Mrs. Song saw the situation in front of her, she suddenly softened.

Song Yihe said calmly but made people tremble: "Let's all go back, as long as nothing serious happens."

Everyone left quietly, and Song Jinghe also retreated. As soon as he arrived at the door, Song Yihe heard the crying of Mrs. Wu, saying: "Jinghe, I have no other intentions. I just don't want you to donate bone marrow to that ten o'clock, I can't say I'm selfish, after all we have to think about our children!"

I only heard Song Jinghe say: "You know a fart."

People gradually walk away.

Song Yihe looked at his son expressionlessly, his eyes were as deep as two planets.

Gu Xiaoxi went to see her daughter, and her daughter fell asleep obediently. She was a little lethargic after bleeding.

She walked in with a messy brisk pace.

Songfeng was looking at his granddaughter, and he silently glanced at Gu Xiaoxi without speaking.

Gu Xiaoxi also silently adjusted the quilt for her daughter, then sat weakly on a small square stool, and listened to Songfeng introduce the blood transfusion Feng Zeyu gave the child, and the blood stopped quickly.

She leaned her head weakly against the railing at the head of the bed and closed her eyes.

Feng Zeyu, this person who always cuts his heart like a knife, always appears in his sight, this outside world is too small.

Why did he do this, thinking that he could treat herself like this at the beginning, would she have the pain today?

Her thinking caused a mocking smile to appear on her face with her eyes closed.

There are many people who love her, but not many people want to marry her, Song Yihe is the only one.

No matter what this man does, it is him who gives her comfort.

After calming down, she forgot the hatred just now, and a kind of softness returned.

But Feng Zeyu's bone marrow matches his daughter's, so he...

She fell asleep, and fell asleep in a daze.

Matsukaze looked at this exhausted woman, feeling a dull pain in his heart, what a poor child, he took off his coat and covered her body.

He also sighed why his old father valued the concept of family status so much.

No matter what, Gu Xiaoxi felt that she had completely changed her marriage, she never mentioned it again, and never entered the Song family again.

She realized that in the eyes of the Song family, she was just a beggar.

She quit her job because she didn't want to have too many contacts with them. She couldn't make money by herself, but she had to earn money from the Song family.

Without a job, she couldn't have no money to earn, so she found a temporary job of translating materials for others.

As soon as she got back to the door of the house, she heard the laughter of the two children again.

From this laughter, her heart hurts, it must be Song Yihe.

She pushed open the door lightly, and without looking inside, she felt a gentle gaze with cold air coming directly from inside.

She lowered her head and changed her shoes, as if she hadn't seen it: "Mom, give the child some medicine!"

Mom came out from inside, smiled and said: "Eat, don't worry, I won't forget."

"I'm back, you're tired, the meal is ready, I'm waiting for you to eat."

This deep and powerful male voice moved her heart, she suppressed it a bit, and let out a "huh".

Going to the kitchen to tidy up the tables and chairs, my mother smiled and said, "Yihe also made chicken soup for you and the child, with mountain mushrooms in it. Let's drink a bowl first."

"Yeah..." This person is still cooking himself today, so what if he still has that woman following him.

Don't mention this matter anymore, let's live quietly, now she is just passing by, and she lives day by day.

Worry about tomorrow, worry about tomorrow.

Just as she was wiping the kitchen counter, a slender figure walked over.

"Asuka, what delicious food did you cook for us?"

At ten o'clock, the delicate voice yelled over.

At nine o'clock, I walked in with a small bowl, raised my face, and said, "Daoyou, I brought you a bowl. Let Mama have a bowl first, Mama worked so hard, and then put the little bowl in my son's hand. As soon as he took the bowl, he said, "Okay, listen to my son, my son is so good, and my father likes it very much. "

Afraid of scalding her son, Gu Xiaoxi hurried to get the bowl, but got entangled with Song Yihe's slender fingers, and she suspected that he was taking the opportunity to make trouble.

Holding her hand tightly, she said loudly in front of her son, "Oh, nine o'clock, look at your mother's hand, which is about to be crushed to death by your mother."

His hand tightened so hard that Gu Xiaoxi's hand seemed to be broken, but he didn't dare to scream in front of the child.

She could only look at him fiercely, motioning for him to let go.

Then you can let go. If you want to let go, you don't do it on purpose.

In the end, the two of them went into the kitchen hand in hand, and poured out the soup in the big pot.

He had no intention of letting go, took out the soup and put it on the table, and said to his son and daughter: "Children, something is wrong, grandpa's hands are entangled with mother's and can't be removed. Hurry up and help!"

Nine o'clock seemed to understand everything. I just rolled my eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to them. I turned my face to mean that I'm in love, I'm not interested!
Eldest brother at ten o'clock is usually dependent on his elder brother, pure as a piece of white paper, his pale face lit up when he heard Dad say this, she climbed down the chair and came to Dad and asked: "What are you talking about?" Meal, swollen, help me, do you want to be like picking a carrot?"

The daughter's little hand was already on the back of her father's shirt, waiting for a fun game.

Song Yihe looked at his daughter's innocent and handsome face, with a pair of big eyes full of doubts.

A bright red dress is like a blooming flower.

A soft mist rose within him.

What's wrong, I can't cool my daughter's enthusiastic heart.

He nodded to his daughter, who smiled happily.

Singing loudly: "Pull the radish, pull the radish..."

Song Yihe let go of his daughter's song of picking carrots, hugged her, turned around and sat down, all in one go.

Lift one end of the bowl, put it to the daughter's mouth, and said softly: "Honey, mom and dad made it for my daughter, take a sip."

Tian Yueye sat down at the dining table, and said to Gu Xiaoxi who was standing: "Yihe specially made soup for you, sit down and drink it while it's hot."

Gu Xiaoxi also served a little for nine o'clock.

Taking a sip by himself, he couldn't help admiring in his heart, Song Yihe is very good at what he does, even if he doesn't care about it.

This person who has never agreed with him is also changing, but can he change the overall situation?
She rubbed the center of her brows, pulling the man's heart and looking at her.

In the later days, Song Yihe went home to cook for him almost every day, but left after dinner at night. Gu Xiaoxi seldom talked to him, and the two of them just cooperated very tacitly.

Gu Xiaoxi met a lot of people during the translation process, and took some small design work in the process of dealing with these people.

Soon she opened a studio of her own.The name of the studio is the same as the name of Song Yihe Company in the small northern city where she used to be, called Diandian Studio.

This made her even busier. Fortunately, her daughter and son didn't have much to do recently, so she couldn't worry much.

Everything seems to be calm, this is the life she pursues, plain and calm.

There is also a man who comes back every day to help cook, whether he is really considerate or not.