Chapter 161
I'm going to cry
Chapter 161 I'm going to cry
"What's so weird? What's going on with you?"
Song Ci looked at the little "Indian" hugging his legs in surprise.
"Am I good-looking?" Nuan Nuan asked with her small face up.
Her face was painted so gaudyly by colored pens that she could barely see her original face. Most importantly, she actually wore an Indian-shaped hat with colorful feathers on her head.
"Am I good-looking?" Nuan Nuan continued to ask.
"Can I say bad...?"
Song Ci deliberately teased her.
Before he could finish speaking, Nuan Nuan immediately let go of Song Ci's legs and took a few steps back before Song Ci finished speaking. Then, amidst Song Ci's surprised expression, he raised his hands above his head, twisting his little butt like It was like a caterpillar, and there was a strange cry from its mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Ha ha……"
Song Ci didn't want to laugh at first, but her appearance was so cute that even Song Shouren, who had been sitting on the sofa and peeking over here, burst out laughing.
But when he smiled, the little guy became even angrier. He took down the plastic bow hanging from his shoulder and pointed it at Song Ci.
This bow Song Ci knew, and he bought it for him. The arrow does not have an arrowhead, but a small suction cup. When it is shot at an object, it will stick to it.
The little guy grabbed the bow and said angrily, "Shoot your ass."
"and many more……"
Song Ci hurriedly shouted to stop, what you are shooting now is not the butt, and the bow and arrow can't turn.
"Hmph, are you afraid?" the little guy said proudly.
"I'm afraid." Song Ci said in a cowardly manner.
"Then tell me now, you are the prettiest."
"Okay, I'm the prettiest."
Song Ci couldn't help teasing her again.
Hearing this, the little guy said, Oh, good guy, he dared to lie, so he immediately raised his bow again, and let you have a taste of the power of the little "Indian".
"You are the prettiest, you are the prettiest, okay." Song Ci hurriedly begged for mercy.
Receiving Song Ci's affirmative answer, the little guy immediately put his hands on his hips, turned around and was about to run.
But he was pulled back by Song Ci.
"Wait, let me see."
Song Ci grabbed her and wiped her face with his fingers...
The little guy's face is like a dyeing workshop, and the 32-color fountain pens bought for her are all on the face.
Looking at the earthworm-like lines on her face, she knew that she must have drawn them herself. Children do not have enough strength to hold a pen, so it is difficult to draw a straight line, with twists and turns.
"Did you draw it with a brush yourself?" Song Ci asked seriously.
"Yes."
Nuan Nuan is confident and confident, and looks like I am great.
"What's there to be proud of? Let me ask you, how do you wash it off now?" Song Ci was really speechless.
Nuan Nuan didn't answer this question, but asked instead: "Didn't you just say it looks good?"
Song Ci nodded.
"Since it looks good, why do you need to wash it?"
After the little guy finished speaking, while Song Ci was still in a daze, he broke free from his hand and ran away.
What can Song Ci do with her? The little guy is still young, so it doesn't make sense to reason.
She is responsible for herself, and adults are even more responsible, so she doesn't care about it.
So he turned to look at Song Shouren who was sitting on the sofa.
Song Shouren quietly turned his body around and turned his butt towards him.
Song Ci: ...
Do you think you are warm?
Really, none of them are reassuring.
So Song Ci walked into the kitchen and asked Zhao Caixia: "Mom, what's going on with Nuan Nuan's face?"
Zhao Caixia is frying lotus root balls in the kitchen.
"What else? If she didn't pay attention, she drew it in the room by herself?" Zhao Caixia sighed, feeling very helpless.
"I mean the hat on her head. Didn't you just knit two hats for her? Why do you want to buy her? It's not Nezha, who has three heads and six arms."
"I saw it when I was shopping, and Nuan Nuan liked it so I bought one for her. It's not expensive, but it's pretty good, isn't it?"
"It's not a matter of price..."
Song Ci was also very helpless, it seemed that they had completely forgotten his morning instructions.
Song Ci glanced at the kitchen door, and saw half of his buttocks protruding beside the door frame, eavesdropping with his back to the kitchen.
Song Ci: ...
Is this grandpa learning from the little guy, or is the little guy learning from his grandpa?
Song Ci walked over quietly and asked, "What are you doing here?"
The little guy was taken aback by Song Ci's sudden voice, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you walking without sound? This is wrong. You want to walk like this...walk like this..."
The little guy crossed his hips, leaned forward slightly, with his belly sticking out, stomping his feet and circling around Song Ci.
At this time, the hat on her head had been ripped off by her, and her hair was messed up. This image was just like Tom Cat on TV.
"Don't move, you haven't answered my question yet?" Song Ci caught her and asked again.
"me……"
The little guy rolled his big eyes, obviously flustered.
At this moment, there was a stabbing sound from the kitchen. It was Zhao Caixia who put the lotus root balls into the oil pan, and immediately a scent wafted out.
Nuan Nuan sniffed her nose, and then said confidently: "I'm smelling the fragrance. The dishes made by grandma are delicious and delicious. Let me smell the fragrance."
"You little thing is quite clever."
Song Ci picked her up and praised her first.
Then said: "But children can't lie, lie will make their nose grow."
Upon hearing this, Nuan Nuan immediately touched her small nose with her small hand, and was relieved when she saw that it hadn't grown.
Then he asked Song Ci worriedly: "Father, is it true that the painting on my face cannot be washed off?"
"I don't know either. Let's go wash it."
Seeing her lost look, Song Ci couldn't bear to criticize her anymore, and reached out to stroke her messy hair.
But there are a few hairs that are always sticking up on the top of the head, and they can't do it no matter what, so they let her go.
Song Ci came to the bathroom with a hot water bottle, poured it into the warm washbasin, and was going to get a hot towel to warm her little face first, and then wipe it off.
But it gave the little guy a big jump, and he said: "Dad, what do you want to do, you want to burn my hair off, right? That's not okay, you can't scald children, it's wrong, police will take you away."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Ci had no idea what was going on in this little guy's little head.
"I went to the vegetable market with my grandma, and the owner of the vegetable market is like this. She stuffed the chicken into hot water, and then chua~chua~ a few times, the hair was gone."
As the little guy said, he stretched out his little hand and grabbed the top of his head twice.
Hearing this, Song Ci held back his laughter, and "threw" the warm towel that he had prepared on her little face.
The little guy didn't notice, sitting on the ground with a towel on his face.
"dad……"
Nuan Nuan tore off the towel off her face in dissatisfaction.
"Don't move, wait for a while."
Song Ci quickly knelt down to stop her behavior.
"Why do you have to wait for a while?" Nuan Nuan was a little puzzled.
"Because these paints are easy to wipe off after a while." Song Ci explained.
"I know...I know..."
Nuan Nuan's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and immediately yelled loudly.
"What do you know?"
"Because it's too hot, the color elves ran away from my face, so I won't kiss (°‵′) with me, right?"
"Huh? Yes."
At first, Song Ci didn't realize what she was saying, but then she just felt that this little guy was really innocent and cute.
Obviously, even if it is too hot, not all the color elves are willing to leave, and still stay and kiss her on her little face.
And after wiping with a towel, the color on her face became even more patchy, turning into a big painted face.
But the little guy didn't mind at all, and was all smiles.
"The color elf likes me," she said happily.
And she took a figure-of-eight step to ask her grandparents if she looked good. She is the most special and different baby in the world now.
Because Song Ci told her that everyone in this world is different, and different people make up a different world, so being different is the most beautiful thing in the world.
So she is the most beautiful little baby in the world now.
"The meatballs are fried, which one of you wants to eat?"
Zhao Caixia brought up the first pot of lotus root balls.
"I want...I want..." Nuan Nuan immediately ran over.
Seeing her painted face, Zhao Caixia saw her, and sighed, "You look like this. When I go to see grandma this weekend, she doesn't know why she's muttering in her heart that we didn't take care of you."
"Mom, no, not all children are like this." Song Ci came over and heard it, and quickly took over the conversation.
"Yes, I am the cutest child, and grandma likes me."
As she was talking, her small hands were like lightning, and her speed was astonishingly fast, and she grabbed a lotus root ball from the plate in one go.
Then, without waiting for her to be proud, she threw the ball into the air with a wow.
Song Ci, who was standing behind her, caught it quickly and stuffed it into his mouth.
(⊙⊙)
Look at my little red hands, and look at the balls in my father's mouth.
Warm and nice.
"I'm going to cry..."
He is such a polite and good boy, he has to notify in advance if he cries.
"You cry." Song Ci said with a smile.
Zhao Caixia said: "You, let me just say a word, why are the little claws so fast? Show grandma, where is it burnt?"
"Wow... woo woo woo..." The little guy cried as soon as he said it, without any ambiguity.
The tears mixed with the paint on her face, it looked more like a dyeing workshop, colorful.
Zhao Caixia couldn't coax her well after coaxing her for a while, but she let her go because crying didn't affect the little guy's eating at all.
"Wow... woo woo...fufufu..."
The last few sounds were blowing on the balls in the bowl to cool them down faster.
"Oh, you won't see my Nuannuan next month."
Seeing the cute look of the little guy sitting on the high stool, swinging his short legs, crying and eating, Song Shouren beside him was full of emotion.
When he said this, he kept looking at Song Ci.
Song Ci understood what he meant, and wanted him to agree to take Nuannuan back to the countryside to take care of him.
Song Ci pretended not to hear, it is impossible to agree to this matter.
It’s okay to go back for two days, but it’s impossible to stay in the country for a long time. Apart from other things, children’s education is a big problem.
"Wow... woo woo...fufufu...Grandpa, are you going to die?"
Nuan Nuan suddenly said something surprising.
"Cough cough cough..."
Song Ci, who was eating lotus root balls, almost choked on himself.
Song Shouren's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard this.
Song Ci hurriedly said: "Nuannuan, what are you talking about? How could grandpa die."
"You won't die, why can't you see me?" Nuan Nuan asked puzzled.
This made a lot of sense, Song Ci tried hard to hold back his laughter, but Zhao Caixia couldn't save face, she was out of breath from laughing.
At this time, I heard Nuannuan say again: "You can't see me until you die. Mom is like this. She died and became a star in the sky. Dad said she was watching me in the sky. He must be lying." Human, because she can see me only when I see her. Just like Niuniu, she can see me every time I see her. I asked Niuniu, and she said that of course she can’t see her at home I'm gone, I can't see my mother either..."
Nuan Nuan said whatever she thought, and when she said this, her expression was natural, and she didn't show much sadness, as if she was saying a matter of course.
But the three people sitting next to him were worried for a while.
Especially Zhao Caixia, who has already begun to quietly wipe away her tears.
"You old bastard, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat, why talk so much nonsense."
It is impossible for Zhao Caixia to talk about Nuannuan, so she can only complain about Song Shouren next to her.
Song Shouren was already regretting it to death in his heart at this time, and he would not refute it when he heard the words.
"Grandpa will not die, and everyone will not die. It's just that grandpa and grandma will go back to the countryside to take care of grandma and grandpa. It will take a month to see Nuan Nuan, so grandpa will say this." Song Ci patiently explained to Nuan Nuan road.
But when he said this, he suddenly discovered that they had made the decision before, and it seemed that they had never asked Nuannuan's opinion, only Zhao Caixia casually mentioned it at the dinner table that day, which was considered to be said.
"How long is a month?"
Nuan Nuan has forgotten that she counted the days with her fingers two days ago.
"Six five." Song Ci raised his palm and said.
"How many is six?" Nuan Nuan asked curiously.
Song Ci: ...
After Song Ci finally explained to her clearly, how long is a month?
The little guy pursed his mouth, and said again: "I'm going to cry..."
"Okay, don't cry. This week, I'll take you back to see your grandpa and grandma, okay? They haven't seen you for a long time."
Song Ci straightened up, and said to Song Shouren and Zhao Caixia: "This week, I will take Nuan Nuan back with you, spend the night at home, and go to her grandma's on Sunday afternoon."
According to the original plan, Song Ci sent Nuannuan to grandma's house first, and then sent them back.
"This is good... This is good..." Song Shouren beamed when he heard the words, and said yes repeatedly.
And it's true that grandpa and grandma haven't seen Nuannuan for a long time. To put it bluntly, at their current age, it's rare to see each other. Whether they can see each other next time is still the same thing.
"Then it's better to call Nuan Nuan's grandpa and grandma." Zhao Caixia said.
"That is for sure."
After talking to them last time, the two old people counted their days and looked forward to Nuan Nuan's arrival. Now they have changed their minds temporarily, and it is absolutely impossible not to tell them.
But Song Ci said that he wanted to take Nuan Nuan back to see his grandpa and grandma, but they couldn't say anything, they should see the old man.
What's more, they have been waiting for a week, and they don't care about waiting for two more days.
Of course, this was said on the phone, as soon as the phone was hung up, Yun Shiqi had already started cursing.
He scolded Song Ci for being unreliable in his work, and drove him away when Nuan Nuan arrived.
Kong Yumei laughed beside her and said nothing.
PS: There is another chapter that will be updated in the afternoon, ask for a monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)
"What's so weird? What's going on with you?"
Song Ci looked at the little "Indian" hugging his legs in surprise.
"Am I good-looking?" Nuan Nuan asked with her small face up.
Her face was painted so gaudyly by colored pens that she could barely see her original face. Most importantly, she actually wore an Indian-shaped hat with colorful feathers on her head.
"Am I good-looking?" Nuan Nuan continued to ask.
"Can I say bad...?"
Song Ci deliberately teased her.
Before he could finish speaking, Nuan Nuan immediately let go of Song Ci's legs and took a few steps back before Song Ci finished speaking. Then, amidst Song Ci's surprised expression, he raised his hands above his head, twisting his little butt like It was like a caterpillar, and there was a strange cry from its mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Ha ha……"
Song Ci didn't want to laugh at first, but her appearance was so cute that even Song Shouren, who had been sitting on the sofa and peeking over here, burst out laughing.
But when he smiled, the little guy became even angrier. He took down the plastic bow hanging from his shoulder and pointed it at Song Ci.
This bow Song Ci knew, and he bought it for him. The arrow does not have an arrowhead, but a small suction cup. When it is shot at an object, it will stick to it.
The little guy grabbed the bow and said angrily, "Shoot your ass."
"and many more……"
Song Ci hurriedly shouted to stop, what you are shooting now is not the butt, and the bow and arrow can't turn.
"Hmph, are you afraid?" the little guy said proudly.
"I'm afraid." Song Ci said in a cowardly manner.
"Then tell me now, you are the prettiest."
"Okay, I'm the prettiest."
Song Ci couldn't help teasing her again.
Hearing this, the little guy said, Oh, good guy, he dared to lie, so he immediately raised his bow again, and let you have a taste of the power of the little "Indian".
"You are the prettiest, you are the prettiest, okay." Song Ci hurriedly begged for mercy.
Receiving Song Ci's affirmative answer, the little guy immediately put his hands on his hips, turned around and was about to run.
But he was pulled back by Song Ci.
"Wait, let me see."
Song Ci grabbed her and wiped her face with his fingers...
The little guy's face is like a dyeing workshop, and the 32-color fountain pens bought for her are all on the face.
Looking at the earthworm-like lines on her face, she knew that she must have drawn them herself. Children do not have enough strength to hold a pen, so it is difficult to draw a straight line, with twists and turns.
"Did you draw it with a brush yourself?" Song Ci asked seriously.
"Yes."
Nuan Nuan is confident and confident, and looks like I am great.
"What's there to be proud of? Let me ask you, how do you wash it off now?" Song Ci was really speechless.
Nuan Nuan didn't answer this question, but asked instead: "Didn't you just say it looks good?"
Song Ci nodded.
"Since it looks good, why do you need to wash it?"
After the little guy finished speaking, while Song Ci was still in a daze, he broke free from his hand and ran away.
What can Song Ci do with her? The little guy is still young, so it doesn't make sense to reason.
She is responsible for herself, and adults are even more responsible, so she doesn't care about it.
So he turned to look at Song Shouren who was sitting on the sofa.
Song Shouren quietly turned his body around and turned his butt towards him.
Song Ci: ...
Do you think you are warm?
Really, none of them are reassuring.
So Song Ci walked into the kitchen and asked Zhao Caixia: "Mom, what's going on with Nuan Nuan's face?"
Zhao Caixia is frying lotus root balls in the kitchen.
"What else? If she didn't pay attention, she drew it in the room by herself?" Zhao Caixia sighed, feeling very helpless.
"I mean the hat on her head. Didn't you just knit two hats for her? Why do you want to buy her? It's not Nezha, who has three heads and six arms."
"I saw it when I was shopping, and Nuan Nuan liked it so I bought one for her. It's not expensive, but it's pretty good, isn't it?"
"It's not a matter of price..."
Song Ci was also very helpless, it seemed that they had completely forgotten his morning instructions.
Song Ci glanced at the kitchen door, and saw half of his buttocks protruding beside the door frame, eavesdropping with his back to the kitchen.
Song Ci: ...
Is this grandpa learning from the little guy, or is the little guy learning from his grandpa?
Song Ci walked over quietly and asked, "What are you doing here?"
The little guy was taken aback by Song Ci's sudden voice, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you walking without sound? This is wrong. You want to walk like this...walk like this..."
The little guy crossed his hips, leaned forward slightly, with his belly sticking out, stomping his feet and circling around Song Ci.
At this time, the hat on her head had been ripped off by her, and her hair was messed up. This image was just like Tom Cat on TV.
"Don't move, you haven't answered my question yet?" Song Ci caught her and asked again.
"me……"
The little guy rolled his big eyes, obviously flustered.
At this moment, there was a stabbing sound from the kitchen. It was Zhao Caixia who put the lotus root balls into the oil pan, and immediately a scent wafted out.
Nuan Nuan sniffed her nose, and then said confidently: "I'm smelling the fragrance. The dishes made by grandma are delicious and delicious. Let me smell the fragrance."
"You little thing is quite clever."
Song Ci picked her up and praised her first.
Then said: "But children can't lie, lie will make their nose grow."
Upon hearing this, Nuan Nuan immediately touched her small nose with her small hand, and was relieved when she saw that it hadn't grown.
Then he asked Song Ci worriedly: "Father, is it true that the painting on my face cannot be washed off?"
"I don't know either. Let's go wash it."
Seeing her lost look, Song Ci couldn't bear to criticize her anymore, and reached out to stroke her messy hair.
But there are a few hairs that are always sticking up on the top of the head, and they can't do it no matter what, so they let her go.
Song Ci came to the bathroom with a hot water bottle, poured it into the warm washbasin, and was going to get a hot towel to warm her little face first, and then wipe it off.
But it gave the little guy a big jump, and he said: "Dad, what do you want to do, you want to burn my hair off, right? That's not okay, you can't scald children, it's wrong, police will take you away."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Ci had no idea what was going on in this little guy's little head.
"I went to the vegetable market with my grandma, and the owner of the vegetable market is like this. She stuffed the chicken into hot water, and then chua~chua~ a few times, the hair was gone."
As the little guy said, he stretched out his little hand and grabbed the top of his head twice.
Hearing this, Song Ci held back his laughter, and "threw" the warm towel that he had prepared on her little face.
The little guy didn't notice, sitting on the ground with a towel on his face.
"dad……"
Nuan Nuan tore off the towel off her face in dissatisfaction.
"Don't move, wait for a while."
Song Ci quickly knelt down to stop her behavior.
"Why do you have to wait for a while?" Nuan Nuan was a little puzzled.
"Because these paints are easy to wipe off after a while." Song Ci explained.
"I know...I know..."
Nuan Nuan's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and immediately yelled loudly.
"What do you know?"
"Because it's too hot, the color elves ran away from my face, so I won't kiss (°‵′) with me, right?"
"Huh? Yes."
At first, Song Ci didn't realize what she was saying, but then she just felt that this little guy was really innocent and cute.
Obviously, even if it is too hot, not all the color elves are willing to leave, and still stay and kiss her on her little face.
And after wiping with a towel, the color on her face became even more patchy, turning into a big painted face.
But the little guy didn't mind at all, and was all smiles.
"The color elf likes me," she said happily.
And she took a figure-of-eight step to ask her grandparents if she looked good. She is the most special and different baby in the world now.
Because Song Ci told her that everyone in this world is different, and different people make up a different world, so being different is the most beautiful thing in the world.
So she is the most beautiful little baby in the world now.
"The meatballs are fried, which one of you wants to eat?"
Zhao Caixia brought up the first pot of lotus root balls.
"I want...I want..." Nuan Nuan immediately ran over.
Seeing her painted face, Zhao Caixia saw her, and sighed, "You look like this. When I go to see grandma this weekend, she doesn't know why she's muttering in her heart that we didn't take care of you."
"Mom, no, not all children are like this." Song Ci came over and heard it, and quickly took over the conversation.
"Yes, I am the cutest child, and grandma likes me."
As she was talking, her small hands were like lightning, and her speed was astonishingly fast, and she grabbed a lotus root ball from the plate in one go.
Then, without waiting for her to be proud, she threw the ball into the air with a wow.
Song Ci, who was standing behind her, caught it quickly and stuffed it into his mouth.
(⊙⊙)
Look at my little red hands, and look at the balls in my father's mouth.
Warm and nice.
"I'm going to cry..."
He is such a polite and good boy, he has to notify in advance if he cries.
"You cry." Song Ci said with a smile.
Zhao Caixia said: "You, let me just say a word, why are the little claws so fast? Show grandma, where is it burnt?"
"Wow... woo woo woo..." The little guy cried as soon as he said it, without any ambiguity.
The tears mixed with the paint on her face, it looked more like a dyeing workshop, colorful.
Zhao Caixia couldn't coax her well after coaxing her for a while, but she let her go because crying didn't affect the little guy's eating at all.
"Wow... woo woo...fufufu..."
The last few sounds were blowing on the balls in the bowl to cool them down faster.
"Oh, you won't see my Nuannuan next month."
Seeing the cute look of the little guy sitting on the high stool, swinging his short legs, crying and eating, Song Shouren beside him was full of emotion.
When he said this, he kept looking at Song Ci.
Song Ci understood what he meant, and wanted him to agree to take Nuannuan back to the countryside to take care of him.
Song Ci pretended not to hear, it is impossible to agree to this matter.
It’s okay to go back for two days, but it’s impossible to stay in the country for a long time. Apart from other things, children’s education is a big problem.
"Wow... woo woo...fufufu...Grandpa, are you going to die?"
Nuan Nuan suddenly said something surprising.
"Cough cough cough..."
Song Ci, who was eating lotus root balls, almost choked on himself.
Song Shouren's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard this.
Song Ci hurriedly said: "Nuannuan, what are you talking about? How could grandpa die."
"You won't die, why can't you see me?" Nuan Nuan asked puzzled.
This made a lot of sense, Song Ci tried hard to hold back his laughter, but Zhao Caixia couldn't save face, she was out of breath from laughing.
At this time, I heard Nuannuan say again: "You can't see me until you die. Mom is like this. She died and became a star in the sky. Dad said she was watching me in the sky. He must be lying." Human, because she can see me only when I see her. Just like Niuniu, she can see me every time I see her. I asked Niuniu, and she said that of course she can’t see her at home I'm gone, I can't see my mother either..."
Nuan Nuan said whatever she thought, and when she said this, her expression was natural, and she didn't show much sadness, as if she was saying a matter of course.
But the three people sitting next to him were worried for a while.
Especially Zhao Caixia, who has already begun to quietly wipe away her tears.
"You old bastard, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat, why talk so much nonsense."
It is impossible for Zhao Caixia to talk about Nuannuan, so she can only complain about Song Shouren next to her.
Song Shouren was already regretting it to death in his heart at this time, and he would not refute it when he heard the words.
"Grandpa will not die, and everyone will not die. It's just that grandpa and grandma will go back to the countryside to take care of grandma and grandpa. It will take a month to see Nuan Nuan, so grandpa will say this." Song Ci patiently explained to Nuan Nuan road.
But when he said this, he suddenly discovered that they had made the decision before, and it seemed that they had never asked Nuannuan's opinion, only Zhao Caixia casually mentioned it at the dinner table that day, which was considered to be said.
"How long is a month?"
Nuan Nuan has forgotten that she counted the days with her fingers two days ago.
"Six five." Song Ci raised his palm and said.
"How many is six?" Nuan Nuan asked curiously.
Song Ci: ...
After Song Ci finally explained to her clearly, how long is a month?
The little guy pursed his mouth, and said again: "I'm going to cry..."
"Okay, don't cry. This week, I'll take you back to see your grandpa and grandma, okay? They haven't seen you for a long time."
Song Ci straightened up, and said to Song Shouren and Zhao Caixia: "This week, I will take Nuan Nuan back with you, spend the night at home, and go to her grandma's on Sunday afternoon."
According to the original plan, Song Ci sent Nuannuan to grandma's house first, and then sent them back.
"This is good... This is good..." Song Shouren beamed when he heard the words, and said yes repeatedly.
And it's true that grandpa and grandma haven't seen Nuannuan for a long time. To put it bluntly, at their current age, it's rare to see each other. Whether they can see each other next time is still the same thing.
"Then it's better to call Nuan Nuan's grandpa and grandma." Zhao Caixia said.
"That is for sure."
After talking to them last time, the two old people counted their days and looked forward to Nuan Nuan's arrival. Now they have changed their minds temporarily, and it is absolutely impossible not to tell them.
But Song Ci said that he wanted to take Nuan Nuan back to see his grandpa and grandma, but they couldn't say anything, they should see the old man.
What's more, they have been waiting for a week, and they don't care about waiting for two more days.
Of course, this was said on the phone, as soon as the phone was hung up, Yun Shiqi had already started cursing.
He scolded Song Ci for being unreliable in his work, and drove him away when Nuan Nuan arrived.
Kong Yumei laughed beside her and said nothing.
PS: There is another chapter that will be updated in the afternoon, ask for a monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)