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Extra Story Chapter 3: It's His Child(1/2)

Lin Qiao looked at her daughters one by one, and she glared at Song Tingfan, "You can buy whatever she wants. Who can afford her in the future?"

"Where did Ling'er buy what?"

"mask."

Song Tingfan naturally did not forget his wife, so he took out the wooden box from the cabinet and said, "The new one just released."

This box of things is much more expensive than that of two children.

Lin Qiao couldn't speak, and took it with a few "huh" sounds, "Is the salary this month used up again?"

"There are more than ten taels left." Song Tingfan took it out and gave it to her.

Lin Qiao didn't want it, so she just said "tsk tsk" twice, "It's better to have a pension."

As long as the court does not act chaotic, Song Tingfan can get to his old age. Although this is not bad, it is at least a source.

Moreover, he is treated very well. The government sends people to send money every month, which is not delayed at all.

You don’t have to look at people’s faces. Cough, others have to look at their faces.

"Don't follow the children too much. You buy whatever they want, and you don't know how to be frugal in the future."

"My mother's family will weed the next two days, let the two children experience it."

Living in a village, how can you do it without knowing how to order farm work?

When talking about weeding, Song Tingfan pursed his lips and obviously refused to agree. The two children had never done these things.

“It’s too hot.”

"Then I'll go."

Lin Qiao took off her shoes and lay on the bed. She didn't care about his response. She reached out and grabbed a handful of beads and teased her daughter, "Is it okay to give her a gift?"

Song Yu glanced at the box, then grabbed one and gave it to her, "Mom, I'll give you another one, I still have a lot here."

Lin Qiao smiled, put the beads back into the box, and went over and kissed them twice, "Who taught you to distribute things to others?"

"Dad, Daddy, I will give you whatever my mother wants, and I will buy it for us later." Song Yu's little face was very serious.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao turned her head and glanced at the man who was going to bed, then turned around, "What if Daddy doesn't buy it?"

"If you don't buy it, you will give it to your mother. Mine is all my mother's."

Song Yu arched into her arms, took the opportunity to make the case, and said, "Mom, can you not be cruel to me, I'm afraid."

Lin Qiao laughed out loud and pinched her face, "If you are obedient, you will not be fierce."

"I'm obedient, Dad said I'm the most obedient."

...

The next morning, Lin Qiao got up early and changed into coarse cloth clothes. When Song Tingfan saw it, his forehead tightened, and finally grabbed her and compromisedly said, "Let them go, don't go, it's hot, and you'll have heatstroke."

Lin Qiao looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "So good."

The family of four went in the end. Lin Qiao thought to set an example and that she would definitely go as a mother.

Li Guifen followed Song Yu's butt, and saw her pulling the grass hard, which made her feel very distressed. "Yu'er, go and sit next to her."

"No, my mother said that I would buy me some delicious food after I finished pulling it up." Song Yu was probably tired and gasped.

Not to mention that the child is tired, Lin Qiao is also tired. Kough, she hasn't done these jobs for many years, especially in recent years, Song Tingfan doesn't want her to interfere in what she can do.

"So good, pull it out quickly. Go and buy it after pulling it out."

Looking at his wife, daughter, and son were tired, Song Tingfan's subordinates moved faster. He was two or three people alone, and Li Guifen asked him to stop and he would not stop.

When lunch was about to eat, Li Guifen sat on the dam and said to Lin Qiao next to her: "You girl, don't bother with it, but the child hasn't done it, it's a tough deal for Tingfan."

Lin Qiao coughed, "I can't do anything if my child doesn't work."

“Teach slowly.”

"Do you think Tingfan is willing to teach him? He is almost offering the child."

"Yes, Tingfan spoils you more than your father."

...

The night when my daughter turned three, she started to sleep in separate beds. At night, Song Tingfan cried and hugged Lin Qiao and refused to let go.

Lin Qiao was so amused that she touched his head, "My daughter is next door, and she will be able to see it early in the morning."

Song Tingfan buried her neck and said softly: "Will your daughter hit the quilt?"

"No, Liuzhu is with her."

"Will you fall down?"

"No, Liuzhu sleeps outside."

"Will it..."

Lin Qiao couldn't stand his longing, so she covered his mouth and said angrily: "If you don't sleep, I'll go out and sleep next to Ling'er."

"No." Song Tingfan hugged her tightly.

Lin Qiao couldn't breathe and grabbed him, "Do you want to suffocate to death and change a new wife?"

"Don't say death." Song Tingfan stared at her seriously. The more comfortable the days became, the more frightened he felt, fearing that she would disappear suddenly.

Realizing his uneasiness, Lin Qiao immediately admitted her mistake, "Okay, okay."

Then he paused and said, "It's okay, no, the child has given birth to two."

It will take eight hundred years to go back.

Song Tingfan was silent for a while and said softly: "If you leave, I will leave too."

What was he going? Lin Qiao naturally understood, and immediately sat up and stared at him, "Do not care about your daughter or son?"

She was not worried about her daughter and son, but about him, which made him feel worried.

"I will arrange them." Song Tingfan hugged her and lay down again, kissed her twice, and said seriously: "I live for you."

"Don't do it nonsense, bah, bah, bah, you must live a hundred years." Lin Qiao said a few times in front of the air.

"Well, let's live a hundred years together." Song Tingfan gradually approached her, and then the woman's clothes loosened.

"What are you doing? Be honest!"

"No, no..."

"My husband, my back hurts..."

"Song Tingfan! You bastard..."

"Tomorrow, separate beds... sleep! Must sleep in separate beds!"

...

As soon as the two of them broke up, the first day of their daughter's bed was over, but the bed split did not relieve Song Tingfan's fatherly love for his daughter.

When my daughter was five or six years old, she looked more and more beautiful, and was the most eye-catching among the group of children, especially her father wore a red jacket and skirt.

It was like a group of "maids" following behind a young lady.

The boy likes to take her to play.

Since Song Tingfan discovered this, he began to be suspicious of the boys in his family who were so annoyed that he had no boys to catch up with him.

Song Ling's playmate didn't dare to go to the Song family's door anymore. Song Ling said to his father with some dissatisfaction: "Dad, what are you doing? Qiangzi and the others don't come to play with me anymore."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips and said, "They don't come by themselves."

Lin Qiao laughed unkindly beside her and exposed him, "You are not as stinky as a shit pit."

Song Ling nodded in agreement, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Did Nong-unzi you?"

Lin Qiao, who took the blame in the innocent, "..."

She coughed, "How dare I mess with him?"

"No one dares to make Dad angry except you."

Song Ling looked as if he saw through it and quickly said, "Dad, if you make you angry, you can go up the mountain to stay for a few days before coming back when the anger fades."

Song Tingfan: “…”

Lin Qiao: "..."

Before the two of them could speak, Song Yu, who had her buds combed her head, ran in in anger, and was carved out of the same mold as Lin Qiao, "Dad! Why don't you let Brother Liang Shang come and play?"

"Brother Liang Shang said you won't let him come, Daddy, you're a bad guy!"

When it comes to Liang Shang, Song Tingfan's face looks ugly. Liang Shang is the son of the scholar's family in the village and looks handsome.

The wife who always praised him for being handsome praised the little hairy boy.

Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan in surprise. He could do it and tell the child, "Cough, it would be bad if Jun's son-in-law is removed later."

Liang Shang is really handsome, he is just a very literary person.
To be continued...
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