What about Chu Fei?
She looked around the room, and her anxiety suddenly emerged. Song Anqiao came to look for someone without slippers.
Xia Jiaqi was slightly grieved in that heart. She tried to hold back her sadness and walked beside Song Anqiao. "What are you looking for, Anqiao? I’ll get it for you? "
“……”
Song Anqiao looked at Xia Jiaqi in horror, puzzled.
Just then the door suddenly came to brush the room, and Song Anqiao felt a shock and a happy face, and hurriedly ran from the bedroom to the door.
"Yo, we’re drunk and beautiful."
Yao Xue came in from the outside with breakfast to see Song Anqiao laughing and teasing her way
Song Anqiao was there watching Yao Xue lose his soul.
Yao Xue quietly put breakfast on the table and went to her and patted her on the shoulder. "Go take a bath and have breakfast."
“……”
Song anqiao listened to his lips and seemed to ask something, but in the end he didn’t ask anything. He took the clothes and went into the bathroom.
Song Anqiao leaned back against the bathtub in the bathroom. Did she dream? Dreaming that Chu Fei is far away again?
But this dream is so clear and real.
Her fingers caressed her lips here … as if she had been kissed by him.
When Song Anqiao was dazed, she felt tight, suffocated and depressed, and her body suddenly trembled.
Song Anqiao took a handful of water and splashed it on his face, then slipped and sank into the bathtub.
It seems that this can relieve heartache.
After breakfast, Song Anqiao was full of apologies to Yao Xue and them. When she was drunk, she was a difficult person. She still knew "I’m sorry for the trouble of licking you."
Yao Xue waved his hand and said, "It’s good to know and go back and give us a raise."
Xia Jiaqi told Yao Xue that it was in a foil atmosphere to cooperate with her and said, "Pay for pay."
"Well, I’ll give you five times your salary this month," Song Anqiao said heroically.
Yao Xue’s face sighed with emotion, "It feels good to be friends with local tyrants."
Song Anqiao gave her a hard look and said with a smile, "This is your contribution to curry favor with the boss. Remember Xiaoxue Xiao Qi, you will be rewarded for continuing to curry favor with the boss every time."
Yao Xue and Xia Jiaqi reacted after a few seconds. "Good, you take us as maids."
Song Anqiao spat at them. small tongue, "My dear maid boss, I’ll go first."
"live!" Yao Xue they once again one leng and then the Song Anqiao chased the past three women regardless of the image and ran out of the hotel.
Chapter 441 is Chu Fei far
"Sir, they’re gone." Zhuo Wen, another luxury room, pushed the door and went in to a tall figure standing in front of the window and whispered, "Madam smiled so hard that she seemed to forget last night."
Chu Fei-yuan’s figure paused with a deep voice. "Okay, I get it. You go first."
Zhuowen turned away from Chufei, and his palm turned white to the window. Suddenly, his throat was dry.
As long as she’s not sad.
After leaving the hotel, Song Anqiao went to Chu’s old house to take back her daughter’s little rice cake. When she got home, she couldn’t control her tears any more, like the water kept flowing.
Mom panicked. "What’s the matter with you, madam?"
"It’s okay. Mom just got her eyes blown by the wind." Song Anqiao blinked. "You look at the little rice cake and I’ll wash my face first."
Before mom spoke again, Song Anqiao went upstairs without looking back.
The little rice cake looked blankly at Song Anqiao’s departure and her voice was soft and waxy. "Mom cried."
Mom listened and sighed.
In the bedroom bed, Song Anqiao bit Jin quilt with his mouth clenched and cried sadly.
She felt that he was so clear about what would be a dream. I miss him so much …
About the past few minutes, Song Anqiao noticed a pair of small hands pulling at her skirts. "Mom, mom, don’t cry. Little rice cakes will be obedient and won’t make mom angry …"
The little rice cake mouth pouted slightly, and it was sad to cry.
Song Anqiao was shocked and quickly sat up and held the little rice cake to the bed in his arms. "Be good, Song Song, if your mother doesn’t cry, you won’t cry."
The little rice cake cried and her face turned red. Two small arms hugged Song Anqiao’s neck. "Mom doesn’t cry …"
"Well, mom doesn’t cry." Song Anqiao drew paper from the drawer of the bed cabinet and wiped away tears for the little rice cake bit by bit. "Mom scared us, didn’t she?"
"Little rice cakes don’t make your mother sad. Little rice cakes will grow up to protect your mother." Little rice cakes sound soft and creamy every word, but their tone is more serious.
Song Anqiao was teased by her and bowed her head and kissed her forehead. "Mom feels so happy to have us in Song Song."
The little rice cake raised her little hand and wiped a tear from the corner of Song Anqiao’s eye, muttering "Mother is good"
Song Anqiao chuckled and gently rubbed his daughter’s delicate little face with the tip of Xiuting’s nose. "We are little silly girls in Song Song."
The little rice cake feels itchy, hiding in my mother’s arms, giggling.
Song anqiao has a good emotional convergence. As usual, her face is full of smiles and she looks as if nothing happened.
For three days in a row, she stayed at home and spent the last National Day holiday happily with her daughter Xiao Niangao.
On the morning of October, Song Anqiao sent his daughter a small rice cake to learn how to drive slowly, as if he were afraid of something.
Sitting in the children’s seat, the little rice cake cocked its head and mumbled, "Mom wants strawberries and panda balls after school."
Song Anqiao glanced in the rearview mirror and looked at the cute little face of the little rice cake. His eyes were spoiled. "Good mother will go home and make it for you."
Small rice cakes excitedly clap their hands. "Mom is the best."
Song anqiao seems to be nai shook his head.
After about ten minutes, I arrived at the Little Rice Cake School. Song Anqiao bent down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Song Song, take care of yourself now. Do you have to look like this when your mother comes to pick you up?"
This is when she talks to the little rice cake every time her daughter leaves.
The small rice cake stands at attention and is quite small, ensuring a "small rice cake party"
Smiling and watching the little rice cake enter the classroom, Song Anqiao turned away from the corner of his eye and swept to a black car and frowned tightly.
This car seems to have been following her since Luhai Villa. She deliberately slowed down, and this car seems to have slowed down.
Suddenly Song Anqiao’s heart was pounding, and she calmed down and walked slowly towards the car.
Chezhuo Wenxin suddenly took a breath in a gasp at his throat.
"What’s the matter?" ChuFei far aware of his unusually low asked
"Madam seems to have noticed us, and she is coming." Zhuowen said nervously.
ChuFei far slightly dazed face expression stiff stiff "car"
Zhuo Wenwen immediately started the car and slipped out of the road smoothly.