She didn’t answer yes, well, she still wants a child in her heart.

"Have some tea first to get angry." Song An Qiao Song poured him a cup of tea.
ChuFei far drank two, looked up and suddenly kissed her lips.
Song Anqiao froze for a second, his head tilted away from his lips and casually said, "It’s getting late. It’s time to pick up the little rice cake. I’ll pick it up if you’re busy."
After that, she didn’t give Chu Fei a chance to speak. She got up and walked out to the door. She remembered something. "You have to finish that pot of tea when I come back." She was so angry that she didn’t have to do it.
Chu Fei laughed deeply. "Your heart told me that you cared about me and obeyed me."
Song anqiao ignored him and turned to the car to pick up his daughter’s little rice cake. Song anqiao didn’t go home immediately and took the little rice cake to the mall to buy some brand-name clothes.
Later, Song Anqiao went to the children’s clothing store to buy a small rice cake. She deliberately touched the baby’s clothes and shoes.
"Mom, buy this one." The little rice cake pointed to a little coat and said happily, "It’s for my younger brother and sister."
Song anqiao’s heart ached hard and her eyes were dim. Suddenly, her eyes were bright again and she listened decisively to her daughter’s purchase of that coat.
When I got home, Chu Fei was far away in the living room fiddling with the two pots of epiphyllum. Song Anqiao looked at it and couldn’t help but be upset. It was a lie to lie to her that she had a child with epiphyllum.
Eating a small rice cake at the dinner table suddenly said, "Mom, let dad see the underpants."
Chu Fei raised his eyebrows "underpants?"
Little rice cake with a little face showing off to Chu Fei with joy, "Yes, dad, underpants, but little rice cakes like it …"
"Song Song is not allowed to talk when eating." Song Anqiao stopped the little rice cake. "Shall we talk to dad after dinner?"
The little rice cake blinked, nodded smilingly, bowed their heads and ate intently.
Song anqiao secretly relieved. If Chu Fei saw Xiao Yi far away, he would be so angry that he couldn’t even eat.
Song anqiao’s abacus is designed to quench her thirst, so it’s always right not to let her have a look at the children’s clothes to relieve her hunger.
After dinner, the little rice cake couldn’t wait to get the clothes. Song Anqiao quietly hid the clothes. The little rice cake didn’t find it and scratched his head. "Mom? What about the underpants? "
"ah!" Song Anqiao suddenly realized that he "forgot to buy it"
The little rice cake’s face wrinkled. "Mom lied and watched her buy it."
Song Anqiao playing dumb "? You are wrong. "
Chapter 491 Need to run in
The little rice cake stomped angrily on the living room carpet. "Mom lied, mom lied!"
Song Anqiao continued to play dumb and squint, picked up his daughter and fell to the sofa and smiled and said, "Mom doesn’t lie."
Xiao Niangao was so angry in Song Anqiao that "Mom cheated Xiao Niangao"
Song Anqiao rubbed her little rice cake, put his hands over Song Anqiao’s mouth, twisted his little head and shouted, "Don’t let mom kiss you …"
Chufei looked at the mother and daughter banging on the sofa quietly. Song Anqiao clung to her daughter like a little rascal. Soon the little rice cake was giggled by Song Anqiao and forgot about the clothes.
After a while, Song Anqiao’s hair was slightly messy. Look at the small rice cake pill head. Song Anqiao smiled and picked up his daughter and said softly, "Song Song, let’s take a shower."
While holding her daughter, she deliberately neglected to look at them from the sidelines.
Chu Fei’s face sank in the distance, and his heart was somewhat difficult. He looked at the back of Song Anqiao’s building and kept his eyes secret.
Two people disagree. Song Anqiao doesn’t want to quarrel with Chu Fei far away, and he doesn’t want her to quarrel. So the two people are sad and cold.
The cold war was Song Anqiao’s initiative to lie on her side and turn her back on him at night, so that he wouldn’t touch her. Chu Fei’s heart had already lost her mind.
Chu Fei sighed deeply and looked at Song Anqiao, who was in a bad temper, without saying a word.
When things need to be done, Chu Fei is far from trying to be tough and force her to wait for her to see through it slowly.
For children, Song Anqiao can’t let them get along quietly without arguing.
Chu Fei sent the little rice cake to the mysterious place early. He decided to ask Song Anqiao, "One day at home?"
Song anqiao looked at him in front of him, and his tie was a little crooked. He reached out and arranged it for him. When his fingers touched his tie, Song anqiao repented and calmed down, and arranged it for him with expression.
"Not to my dad’s later," Song Anqiao replied slowly.
Chu Feiyuan listened thoughtfully for a moment. He changed his shoes with a low magnetic voice. "Wear more clothes when you go out in cold weather."
"Well," Song Anqiao gently answered the two men and then said nothing else.
At 9 o’clock noon, Song Anqiao went to the mall to buy clothes with Xiao Niangao yesterday afternoon and went to her father’s shop.
It’s not that there are no customers in the restaurant during the meal. Song Anqiao gave the clothes to her father, and her father was polite to her. Song Anqiao smiled. "Dad, this is Chu Fei, so don’t mention it."
Song Zhuowei froze, his face slightly changed and his voice trembled. "Not … not far?"
"Well," Song Anqiao nodded. "If you don’t accept it, you can give it back to him yourself."
Song Zhuowei’s face was incredible. He never expected to receive a gift from Chu Feiyuan one day, or he never dared to expect to be forgiven by Chu Feiyuan in his life.
Song Anqiao looked sadly at her father’s excited and happy face and listened to his mouth constantly showing off with Jiang Mu and grandma, "Look at this, my son-in-law bought it for me."
"Fit fit" Jiang Mu was troubled by him, so he showed off once and she answered once.
Grandma sat in that hand and touched the clothes Song Anqiao bought for her. Her old face was filled with caution and joy. "Jojo, this must be very expensive."
"Don’t worry about wearing it, grandma." Song Anqiao said quickly.
"Thank you for me, Xiaoyuan." Grandma looks kindly and slowly.
Song anqiao was embarrassed and sat stiffly with a vague "well", which was an answer to grandma.
Thank you. Is it far?
According to his attitude of hating her father, Song Zhuowei, I’m afraid a generation won’t come to the store once to buy things for these elders.