"I'll put the Xiaocier computer upstairs first." Song Xiao said.

Xiao Ruan waved his hand and motioned to him to hurry up.

Then, when Song Xiao stepped up the stairs, he heard Xiao Ruan’s voice downstairs saying: "Xiao Ci'er came back just right. Mom made your favorite dish. Eat more later. How about going to school? The sky is thinner."

Xiao Ruan's words continued, but Song Xiao ascending the stairs felt an arrow in his knee.

Sure enough, it's mother's good or something, it doesn't exist at all.

They are all masters who have daughters and don't want sons!

However, after touching his nose, Song Xiao had no other thoughts.

After all, Song Ci was originally a common darling, isn't it?

Fortunately, the few people downstairs didn't know what Song Xiao was thinking. Otherwise, the four of them would have said in unison: What is your own position in this family, do you have no idea in your heart? !

Downstairs, Song Ci feels the care from his relatives, and it feels very good (*๓´╰╯`๓)♡

Song Ci couldn't help but smile when she heard Grandma Song talk about the embarrassment of Father Song playing chess with Dad Song.

Seeing Song Cixiao, Mr. Song immediately stopped doing it.

"If Xiao Ci'er came back, I might be able to fight a perfect turnaround later. By then, your dad would definitely lose." Song Lao said.

In contrast, Song Minghan was already unable to complain, and Grandma Song was also smiling narrowly.

Song Ci was amused, but on the face, Song Ci gave a thumbs up and praised: "That's natural, Grandpa is the best!"

This remark caused everyone's laughter again.

The family atmosphere of the Song family is simply too good.

In the memory of the original body, although the original body is unruly outside, everything depends on preference.

However, when he was at home, Song Ci was still a well-behaved and sensible child.

After a few people chatted on the sofa for a while, Song Xiao went downstairs.

Then the chatter changed from four to five. Although Song Ci is more favored, Song Xiao, his gentle (not) grandson (son), Mr. Song, Grandma Song, and Song Minghan are still very fond of them. .

The few people chatted together for a while, and Xiao Ruan came over and asked everyone to wash their hands and eat.

At the dinner table, Song Xiao once again felt the deep neglect from his family. He looked at Song Ci's pointed bowl, very elegant, and gave Song Ci a chicken leg.

Song Ci: "..."

Although she is not fake, but how can she finish it?

"Don't pick it up, I can't finish it." Song Ci circled the bowl with his arm and refused to pick up food from everyone.

Although Xiao Ruan's craftsmanship is quite good and the food is also very delicious, Song Ci's stomach is not bottomless after all.

She can't eat too much.

Seeing Song Ci like this, the few people sitting had no choice but to give up regretfully.

Song Xiao smiled secretly, is this a burden of happiness? !

Suddenly, it feels good that no one picks up food.

After finally eating the food in the bowl, Song Ci touched his chubby belly, wanting to cry without tears.

After the meal, Song Ci and Song Xiao followed Mr. Song and Grandma Song and went for a walk in the garden.

By the way, chat with the two old men.

After returning from a walk, the sky was already dark, and the street lights in the Song family's old house were already on.

After watching TV in the living room for a while, Song Ci was urged to go upstairs by Grandma Song and Xiao Ruan's urge to rest early.

Going back to the room and looking at the time, I found that it was past nine o'clock.

The mobile phone and computer were placed on the desk in Song Ci's room.