Song Tingfan didn't know what he was going to do, but he still squatted down and suddenly a touch of warmth came from his cheeks.

"Thank you dad."

After the child said that, he jumped out.

Song Tingfan in the kitchen was stunned, subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek, and his heart softened.

Thank you daddy...

As soon as he looked up, the woman's smiling face crashed into her eyes. He stood up and said, "The osmanthus cake is ready." After that, he handed her the bowl.

Lin Qiao reached out to take it, took a bite, and kissed him while he was not paying attention, "Thank you, my husband."

Obviously I heard the conversation between him and the child.

Song Tingfan looked straight at her and said in a low voice: "Don't say thank you, otherwise..."

Maybe he wanted to say something threatening, but he didn't know what to say. Lin Qiao was about to say something when she heard him say, "I will never make osmanthus cake for you again."

The man's expression was serious, not like a joke at all. Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing and pinched his face, "Why are you so breasts?"

"Like a little breast."

Fierce breasts.

If you don’t make osmanthus cake, can this threaten people?

As she thought about it, she laughed out loud and cooperated and said, "I don't thank you, no, no, no, no, no."

...

It was probably because there were many people, and the house was built in one or two months. Not only was the house built, but the road was also built, and it was built until the entrance of the village to go half a mile away.

Kill, this is not for the benefit of the village, but for the fear that Lin Qiao will not be able to walk with her body in her arms.

As the end of the year approaches, heavy snow is flying, and a thick layer of snow is accumulated.

The pregnant woman Lin Qiao couldn't even get out of the house, so she sat in the main hall honestly and was cooking fire to watch Song Ling practice calligraphy.

She knocked on the table, Song Ling stopped writing, compared the book, read his own words again, and found that he had written one more stroke. He quickly crossed off the word just now and wrote the correct words below.

He has been practicing for more than an hour and he wants to play, "When will Dad come back?"

Lin Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, "I just thought about it now, I've misunderstood five words."

"Mom~" Song Ling said coquettishly with his little face raised.

"Unless you look like your father, I won't be soft-hearted." Lin Qiao knocked on the table twice and signaled him to write quickly.

Song Ling slapped his mouth, "Mom, you don't have me in your eyes, you're all dad."

"It's good to know, my eyes are all about your father." Lin Qiao didn't want to quarrel with him. The child was very long-winded, so she replied along with him.

"Dad, mom is so bad, you are the only one, not me." Song Ling looked at the door.

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment and looked at him along his sight. Song Tingfan, wearing a cotton coat, stood at the door at some point.

She coughed, "Go and pour your daddy a cup of warm water."

"Okay." Song Ling went there obediently.

After he left, Song Tingfan approached, bent down and kissed her, with joy in his eyes, "I can move past it tomorrow."

"Have you done it?" Lin Qiao moved half of the stool to him.

Song Tingfan nodded, reached out and placed his hand on the stove. When it was hot, he grabbed her hand, "A fewer than twenty people came."

A lot of people have come one after another these days. The village, which originally had thirty or forty people, has been expanding its territory.

Lin Qiao thought for a while and said, "It's also a good thing. They have a place to stay, but there are many people and many right and wrong. You see who is more reliable and you can deal with it as the village chief."

"Zhou Tiedan doesn't want to." Song Tingfan naturally thought of this and told Zhou Tiedan a few days ago.

Zhou Tiedan refused.

It’s not that Zhou Tiedan is not good, but that General Village is different from other villages. These people are all coming for Song Tingfan.

No one can control this village except Song Tingfan.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao patted his shoulder and blinked, "College Song."

It’s okay to keep him in control. He will get tired of walking around her all day long. He will go out for a walk and do business and be more energetic.

With Song Tingfan's temperament, he definitely didn't want to care about these things, but there was no one to choose, so he could only make a decision.

Soon he glanced at her, "I will accompany you every day."

"It's long-winded, Song's long-winded, Ting's long-winded, and Fan's long-winded."

"Um."

...

The snow stopped in the afternoon and many people started shoveling the snow.

As soon as Song Tingfan took the shovel, a group of people knocked on the door and walked in, holding the shovel and the basket in his hand.

The man in the lead explained with a smile: "Let's pass by, General, go and rest, we'll be fine in a while." After that, everyone started to shovel.

It's not by the way, it's clearly intentional.

Song Tingfan stood there for a while, came to his senses and looked at them. In the snowy winter, his hands were naturally stiff, and a few men rubbed their hands secretly.

He pursed his lips, then went into the kitchen to burn hot water, and then put it into the teapot.

Finally, I put it in the main hall and looked at the people outside the yard, and wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Lin Qiao sat in the main hall, naturally not ignoring the man's expression, and she chuckled softly.

The heart full of holes was still warmed up.

It's inexplicably a little sour.

She got up and walked over, regardless of the presence of everyone, grabbed his hand and encouraged him, "Tell me, it's nothing, just like me."

When she met her warm eyes, Song Tingfan tightened his hands slightly, moved his feet a little back, and soon stopped again.

He looked at the people outside the yard again, some shoveling snow, some carrying snow, some commanding, some...

Someone is...

He is not an unlucky person who has been abandoned...

After a while, the man was hoarse and said, "There is hot water in the main hall, come in and drink it."

After the words came, everyone in the yard looked at him, their eyes full of kindness. The man in a gray jacket said silly: "General, don't worry about us."

"Yes, this job will be done in a few seconds."
Chapter completed!