Song Nianhuan heard his words and imdiately retorted with a stiff neck, "Then, Uncle, you shouldn’t watch so many gas either; they are harmful too."
Ji Sifan suddenly found himself at a loss for words, and his face darkened slightly.
The little girl saw she achieved her desired effect and mischievously made a face at Ji Sifan.
Looking at the little rascal Song Nianhuan, Ji Sifan really wanted to just pick her up and give her a good spanking.
"Huanhuan?" As the two were staring at each other, a crisp voice sounded.
The familiar voice made both the adult and the child look in its direction, where they saw Song Qiao dressed in casual clothes.
Song Qiao’s appearance made both Ji Sifan and Song Nianhuan instantly forget their spat, especially Song Nianhuan, the little princess, who had been sharp and arguntative just monts before. Now, her face was full of joyful excitent as she sprinted towards Song Qiao on her short legs, "Mom..."
The girl’s crisp voice imdiately echoed on this floor, drawing all attention, already focused because of Ji Sifan’s presence, even more towards the direction Song Nianhuan was looking to see who could have such an adorable daughter.
When everyone’s gaze landed on Song Qiao, they couldn’t help but take a deep breath. No one expected that the person in front, looking like she’s only twenty-three or twenty-four, simply dressed youthfully, was actually standing there...
It’s not surprising to call Song Qiao a ’girl’, even if she’s already a mother, because she knows how to maintain her skin and is willing to spend money on costics and skincare. Although that money is nothing to her now, first you need to know how to choose the right skincare products.
Song Qiao didn’t apply foundation when she went out today, just eyeliner and a bit of lipstick, yet she looked more beautiful than those who spend hours on their makeup, mainly because she has a good base.
But nobody really expected that Song Qiao, who looks like a young girl, is actually already the mother of a four-year-old child.
So when they heard Song Nianhuan call Song Qiao ’mom’ and saw Song Qiao’s appearance, the girls’ gazes instantly turned envious and jealous.
Even at the sa age range, Song Qiao looked much younger than them.
Watching Song Nianhuan running a bit unsteadily, Song Qiao almost felt her heart leap to her throat, quickly bending down to catch the stumbling little princess in her arms, then gently scolded, "Huanhuan, didn’t mommy tell you not to run, what if you fell?"
The little girl hugged Song Qiao’s neck tightly, rubbing against it with a grin, "Mommy, I know it was wrong, I won’t run next ti."
Knowing she’d surely forget by the next ti, Song Qiao said nothing, planting a loving kiss on her cheek before looking at Ji Sifan, who had put down his magazine and co over, "So why did you two decide to co find today?"
Ji Sifan paused at her words, then replied, "Your little girl missed you, so I brought her over."
Nesting in Song Qiao’s arms, Song Nianhuan heard her uncle’s words and quickly stuck her head out, looking at her mommy, "Mommy, that’s not true. I was at ho watching cartoons with godfather, and uncle took out. He really wanted to co here to see the pretty ladies."
Ji Sifan heard this little rascal’s words and almost couldn’t resist rushing over to cover her mouth.
Blabbering all the blunt truths?
Song Qiao laughed with arched eyebrows as she glanced at Ji Sifan, then turned her gaze to her little daughter, saying nothing to Ji Sifan but asking her girl, "So, sweetheart, you didn’t miss mommy at all and ca with uncle to find her?"
The little girl froze at her mother’s words, then instinctively shook her head, hurriedly saying, "Mommy, I missed you too; that’s why I ca with uncle to find you."
"Really?"
The little girl quickly nodded like a pounding garlic, "Of course, mommy, you’ve been so busy lately that you haven’t had ti to be with Huanhuan."
Ji Sifan watched from the side and just wanted to roll his eyes, yet restrained himself for the sake of maintaining an image, instead stepping forward with, "Let carry her; she’s too heavy."
The little girl defiantly protested, stiffening her neck, "Uncle, are you calling fat?"
Ji Sifan effortlessly took Song Nianhuan from Song Qiao’s arms, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he raised his eyebrows, "Finally aware you’re becoming a little chubby?"
The girl instinctively glanced at her tummy, not actually fat, just a bit fleshy, and imdiately gave her mommy a grievance-filled look, "Mommy, look at uncle..."
Knowing Ji Sifan never lets anyone off easy, not even her daughter, often challenging her daughter to tears, Song Qiao sotis faces the sa.
But indeed, her daughter was leaning towards becoming a little chubby; awkwardly, Song Qiao coughed and said, "No worries, a bit chubby is cute. You can lose weight when you’re grown up."
"..."
The girl grew even more upset, even her mommy found her fat...
After picking up the docunts needed from her office, Song Qiao left RQ Group with Ji Sifan and her daughter. She was on vacation from today for a week. For the past two years, she’d been endlessly busy traveling worldwide for Gu Xiyan without a proper rest. Now that Gu Xiyan took a movie job and was in shooting, she temporarily handed her work to an agent she trained to test her skills for future artist managent.
The sports car only had two seats, Song Qiao frowned at the flashy red car, feeling slightly resistant as she was always discreet—the car was too ostentatious.
Ji Sifan watched Song Qiao holding little Nianhuan standing there in disdain, feeling like he was the one being disliked, reluctantly curling his mouth and after a pause, asked, "I only brought this car today; there’s not a single low-key one in the garage, are you getting in or not?"
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