Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

"Fell!"

"Fell!"

"Successful!"

"Ahhhhh"

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The audience before the live broadcast almost burst into tears of joy. Seeing the tall building collapsed, Song Xuewei's luck collapsed in half, and she was full of pride when she felt relieved.

Ah, their cubs are awesome!

"The small world of "The World's First Cute Cub" has a repair progress of 55%. Congratulations to Jiang Ranran and thanks to all the viewers of StarCraft. It is everyone's responsibility to establish the correct concept. Please keep the output of positive values ​​to avoid recurrence. A small world that disrupts balance."

"The stability, stability, and stability of the small world in "The World's First Cute Cub" ####, the specific values ​​are still under testing. The principle of not disturbing, not destroying, and not interfering with the operation of the small world, please explore by yourself for more information ."

Although it had been anticipated, the two announcements that were dropped still made everyone ecstatic, too excited to even ignore the garbled characters behind the stable value.

They appreciate looking at Song Xuewei's face, even if he looks like a child, no one regards this person as a real child, and in the bottom of his heart he can't give birth to a soft heart.

To see her unlucky, to see her deflated, to see her in despair, and to think that she was retribution for bullying the cubs, I couldn't help but be happy.

Fangcao looked at the young lady's back and came over with her cloak, "Miss, it's raining and cool, so wear more."

It's cold.

Song Xuewei clenched her fists tightly, a big hole broke through her heart and filled with cold wind.

She was silent, staring in the direction of Ran Ran, and Ren Fangcao put a cloak on her.

She can't gaffe.

She turned and walked as steady as possible step by step, and walked naturally, as if she was being watched by the public.

Fanglan smiled and comforted her master, "Miss, let's take a break, now it happens that no one is looking at you. It can be considered relaxed after sitting for a long time."

Fanglan was more lively, twittering.

Fangcao didn't have time to stop it, and his heart was not good.

Song Xuewei turned her head, her eyes were cold, "No one is looking at me, you are not a human?"

Fang Lan was startled, her face pale.

"You are indeed not a human being, but a dog of mine. Go away."

Song Xuewei no longer looked there, nor cared about the maid, Fangcao could only follow in a hurry.

The Zheng family's atmosphere was condensed at this time.

The masters, big and small, all gathered in the main hall.

The elder of the Zheng family, Zheng Ting, the future owner of the Zheng family, Zheng Zihao, his wife Qian Jinyin, Zheng Qingyan, and their daughter Song Xuewei.

Zheng Zihao's face was not good, and he resisted his anger, "Father, what happened must be told to me? Don't you have my son in your heart? I shouldn't bother about what you and your sister have explained. My younger sister is talking to Weiwei, is there anything worth concealing like this?"

Zheng Zihao is the only son of Zheng Ting, and he has long regarded himself as the next master of the Zheng family. Because of Zheng Ting's majesty, he has not dared to ask more, but he has always been resentful.

Qian Jinyin wiped his eyes with the kerchief, "My sister-in-law is not happy to see Qingyan and Weiwei, and there is nowhere to start, is it poor eating, living uncomfortably, or the Zheng family is separated by her natal family? I'm ashamed to say?"

After hearing what his son and daughter-in-law said, Zheng Ting was slightly startled.

His son has always been unbearable, and Weiwei is smart and calm, and some things are biased.

But in the end, the one who shines on the lintel still depends on this son.

Song Xuewei caught a glimpse of her grandfather's eyes flashing slightly, and her heart shook her heart.

For a long time, Zheng Ting sighed softly.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, Zihao, please study hard, and my father will tell you."

Zheng Zihao was unwilling to take his wife away.

He didn't have much at first, but he wasn't very comfortable in his heart and felt that he was not taken seriously, but now he really has a bump in his heart.

Reading?

How old he is, it doesn't matter if his father is tightly controlling his rights. If Weiwei is a boy, wouldn't he still want to delegate the power to her?

Zheng Zihao and Qian Jinyin left, and Zheng Qingyan's calm expression finally couldn't sustain.

"Your father is back, now he is his Boyanghou, so I want to go to Jingchenghou's mansion to be a widow."

Zheng Qingyan kept wiping her tears, and couldn't help complaining, "You kid, you just say something big, there is no foresight, just be obedient and have to go to your grandfather and say nonsense."

After learning of her husband's death, Zheng Qingyan was not so sad.

She is really sad. I don't know how many people arrange her behind the scenes. The husband of a clean and self-cleaning husband has an outside virgin, and I don't know how long it will be arranged.

No one said when she was dead, someone must poke her lungs while she was alive.

Zheng Ting also frowned, "Weiwei, you said it rained on the day of your birthday, why is the hour wrong? Fortunately, not many people noticed it. This day is right, and it is barely possible. There will be more later. You have to be careful about what you can predict, and it will be a thousand miles away."

The mother almost pointed to her nose and said that her grandfather's seemingly ordinary words implied blame.

Song Xuewei finally calmed down and couldn't hold her back.

She was determined to look at Zheng Ting, "Grandfather, I also want to know that you clearly sent someone to guard the capital, so that my father can come in on this good day."

"Boom—" With a sound, the tea bowl fell on the table.

Zheng Ting said sternly: "Weiwei."

Endure, hold back.

Song Xuewei lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows pleasingly. She wanted to bear with her becoming a queen.

"Grandfather, Weiwei has lost her temper." Song Xuewei said earnestly, "Now that we are far from a dead end, my mother is too anxious."

Zheng Ting's expression improved a little, and he agreed with it from the bottom of his heart.

"You perform well in the Qunfang competition and strive to win the championship." After saying that, looking at this unbearable little daughter, it was very troublesome. "Qingyan, you have a long-term vision. You don't need to take care of Weiwei's affairs. Wait until you marry Jing. Chenghou Mansion will be your wife honestly, those who are rich and honored, will plan for your father and Weiwei. If you are not used to the gossip, go out less."

One child and one daughter can't bear the burden.

Zheng Ting regrets in his heart, and seeing Xiang Weiwei becoming more loving, the irritation that has been provoked has also disappeared.

Song Xuewei lowered her eyes and nodded, "Weiwei understands."

The long-lost Boyanghou Mansion finally ushered in the master again.

Since Boyang Hou "passed away", Zheng Qingyan took away some servants and spontaneously left a group of servants. The rest are loyal, many of them old men.

They watched their master come back, their eyes were red, and their voices were choked with speech.

Seeing Song Shubai came in with a child in her arms, she didn't care if she was an outside lady.

The former lady and the master were separated, staying fruitless, the little master Weiwei also followed the former lady with all his heart, and now the little master of Boyanghou Mansion is the only one who has just returned.

The bed was soft and the room looked like Song Shubai when he was there. It can be seen that someone has carefully maintained it after Song Shubai left.

Song Shubai had just entered the house and felt a little uncomfortable. He swept around and saw the empty incense burner, "Why didn't it burn incense?"

Steward Song was taken aback, and explained: "This incense is used by the former wife. Master Hou doesn't like to use incense, so I just don't need to use it in the future."

Song Shubai paused, muffled, and gently put the little dumpling in his arms on the bed.

The child was fed a decoction to soothe the nerves and protect against the cold. He slept soundly and blushed.

One piece of the knee is purple and the medicine has been taken, and the dressing will be changed when the child wakes up.

Thinking of Ran Ran humming and crying for pain, Song Shubai crouched on the bed and stared at the dumpling carefully, his heart aching.

The child was aggrieved at the sight of it, his face wrinkled from time to time when he fell asleep, teardrops quivered on his eyelashes, and his mouth was puffing to hang an oil pot.

Song Shubai touched the child's forehead. It didn't seem to be too hot, it seemed a little hot.

The imperial doctor said that if there is no fever tonight, the situation will not be dangerous.

Song Shubai trembled and touched it again, as if it was going to be hotter?

Seeing Song Shubai's tangled brows, the steward Song couldn't see it and said, "Master Hou, I will arrange for a careful and proper mother to take care of him. You should go to the meeting first."

Song Shubai couldn't sleep if he made another cub lying sick in bed.

What's more, he coughs and coughs, kind of likes this baby, the stupid baby who touches his head.

Song Shubai waved his hand, thinking of the imperial doctor who was crying and holding his thigh. He turned his head and said, "Uncle Song, please bring the imperial doctor over."

The old doctor was taken to Boyanghou's Mansion. Before he had been resting for a long time, he didn't breathe well, so he was called to see a doctor again and almost yelled at him.

When he saw this poor child, the expression on his face couldn't help but soften.

After reading Song Shubai, he slanted a glance, and said with a straight face: "There is nothing serious for the time being. You have to watch if you have any fever. If you have a fever, follow this prescription to make medicine. If you wake up halfway and want to eat, you can only eat lightly. of."

After the old doctor flicked his sleeves to leave, Song Shubai smiled and put on the old doctor's shoulder, "Wang Tai doctor, you live here, the room has been arranged, what to eat and what to wear, and how to be comfortable and how to come."

After finishing talking, let the old lady stay as a guest.

The old lady rolled her eyes, the doctor was kind, and the emperor did not let him go back today, so he agreed.

After leaving the doctor, Song Shubai breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his head, he met his housekeeper with a bitter face.

An unknown premonition surged in Song Shubai's heart, "What's the matter?"

Steward Song: "Because Lord Hou died once before, all the silver shop and Zhuangzi were taken away by his wife."

Song Shubai didn't react for a while, he listened to Song Guanjia said: "Originally, some of them were taken away by the lady. The Hou Ye had no prostitutes or concubines. This part of Xijue should be taken back by the emperor. As a result, the emperor simply rewarded Zheng. Home."

"That is to say, Master Hou is now very poor and white. People in these days are not as embarrassed to ask for salary. They all work for nothing. How can there be money for the imperial physician?"

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to leave the old lady doctor for a few days and not give away the last penny.

Song Shubai:? ? ?

Don't panic.

This year's salary should also come down.

No, the salary is issued every year, and this year the salary has already been issued.

Penniless, Song Shubai, who once thought he would have money to pay back, was silent for a moment.

Go cry now, can the emperor give money?

When Song Shubai and Song Guanjia looked at each other frontally, a small servant ran over from the front yard, "Master Hou, someone is looking for you."

Someone is here now?

Who?

Song Shubai simply said, "No."

Xiao Si looked hesitant, "This man is and is here to ask for silver."

Song Shubai:? ? ?

Steward Song: "Impossible. The Hou Mansion has never owed money. Your kid has been with Master Hou for a few years and can't even distinguish this trick?"

Ping An was stared at by Master Hou, and he almost cried when he was wronged. It was obviously written by Master Hou. He had been with Master Hou for several years, so how could it be impossible to see this.

Ping An was sulking and showed the IOU to Master Hou.

"Three, ten, eight owed eggs, sweet potatoes...steamed buns..."

Compared with Ping An, Song Guanjia knew Song Shubai better, and he recognized the handwriting as true at a glance.

He read it subconsciously, and the more he read it, the more unthinkable he turned his head and hesitated and said, "Master Hou?"

Song Shubai was in a daze, and his brain had already reacted.

"Well, I owe it, let him in."

After confessing, I took a slow time to digest the fact: Father Ran Ran is here!