My wife can't be this cute!

Chapter 79

This weird feeling lasted until the end of dinner. Song Xiaoke chatted with Fu's mother for a while, and then said that it was getting late and he wanted to go home.

Mother Fu nodded in understanding, then reached out and patted Fu Ziwei on the shoulder and said, "Then send Xiao Song off."

Song Xiaoke quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I drove here by myself."

Mother Fu smiled and said, "Then let him take you to the door."

Speaking of this, Song Xiaoke had no choice but to show his kindness.

In fact, there was nothing to say between the two people, and they were silent all the way.

When he was almost in front of Song Xiaoke's car, Fu Ziwei, who had been looking unpredictable all night, finally said, "That."

"?" Song Xiaoke looked back at him with some doubts.

Fu Ziwei looked a little confused, pursed his lips, and finally asked, "Did we know each other before?"

"I mean, as a kid?"

Song Xiaoke's expression paused.

But just for a moment, he grinned mockingly, and then burst into a foul language: "I know your mother's size."

Then he got in the car, slammed the door hard, and drove away, leaving behind a row of exhaust fumes.

"..." Fu Ziwei stood there in a daze.

After being stunned for a while, Fu Ziwei rubbed his nose with his hand, then turned and went back.

Walking into the living room, Fu's mother was not ready to go back to sleep, and was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.

When she heard the movement, she looked up at Fu Ziwei and said, "Is he sent away?"

"Yes." Fu Ziwei said.

"How do you feel?" Mom Fu said.

What she meant was, can it be done.

Fu Ziwei was silent for a while, and then replied truthfully: "It seems not very good."

Because Song Xiaoke hated him so much, he even beat him up just before leaving.

After Fu Ziwei's words fell, Fu's mother hated steel for being weak and said, "You, you, what do you want to be satisfied?"

"What's wrong with Xiao Song? You are well-behaved, sensible and polite. You both have the same occupation. There should be many topics to talk about."

Fu Ziwei pursed his lips, but did not reply.

Things like love and fate are unpredictable, and it doesn't come just by talking about it.

Fu Ziwei did this every time, and kept silent when he mentioned these things, which made Fu's mother feel angry but couldn't let it out.

Finally, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Okay, then I will ask you, what do you like? I will look for it according to your request."

Hearing Mama Fu's question, Fu Ziwei really thought about it.

But inexplicably, what flashed across his mind was no longer Qiao Chen's always smiling face, but Song Xiaoke's angry and cursing face, but his red eyes stubbornly refused to shed tears.

Fu Ziwei's mind was a little messed up, and he felt that many places were very strange, and there was an indescribable weirdness. He could catch a little nod, but he didn't have any clues.

Fu Ziwei didn't answer Mama Fu's question, but instead asked, "Are you and Song familiar?" Fu Ziwei originally wanted to ask Song Xiaoke.

"Of course," Fu's mother said, "Song's mother, Song's father, especially Xiao Song, we have always been in touch."

In fact, Fu Ziwei didn't know much about Fu's mother's social circle. After all, he went abroad when he was in elementary school.

Speaking of this, the family relationship of the Fu family is still a bit complicated.

Fu Ziwei's parents divorced a few years ago. The specific reasons for the divorce are not clear, but neither of them remarried. They had contacts during this period and kept in touch with each other.

However, Fu's father is of Chinese origin in country m. After the divorce, Fu Ziwei followed him to country m.

It was not until last year that I returned home.

So he didn't get along with Fu's mother day and night, so he didn't know her social circle.

He was actually a little surprised by the relationship between Mama Fu and Song Xiaoke.

Then he asked tentatively: "Then, do I know Song Xiaoke?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Fu's mother glanced at him, and then said, "Of course I know each other. You played together when you were young."

Although Fu's mother said so, Fu Ziwei didn't even have the slightest impression.

When did he know Song Xiaoke?

He tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

There is no such a person in memory.

Probably because Fu Ziwei's expression was too entangled, only to hear Fu's mother say again: "But you were young at that time, it's normal that you can't remember."

"Then how old is my meeting?" Fu Ziwei asked.

"Hmm..." Mama Fu thought for a while, and then replied, "You look like ten years old, Xiao Song was probably only seven years old at that time."

If you say you are young, you are actually not young.

Ten-year-old Fu Ziwei is already in the third grade of elementary school. Wearing a black suit and a small dress, smiling and bowing like a gentleman, he already looks like a little grown-up.

And it stands to reason that at this time, there will be memories.

But it is inevitable that some people are forgetful, and it is normal not to remember.

Hearing this, Fu Ziwei frowned even more.

He thinks he has a good memory, and he still remembers it until he was six years old when he was a child.

And he hadn't had any car accidents or hit his head, he hadn't lost his memory, and he was always in good health.

But why, only there is no Song Xiaoke?

"Song Xiaoke and I only met once?" Fu Ziwei asked again.

Unexpectedly, Mama Fu shook her head and said, "No, you two have been together for a while."

"Can you tell me more about it?" Fu Ziwei said.

Mother Fu didn't think too much, Fu Ziwei asked, so she said it.

"At that time, your Aunt Song's family was very busy, because the subsidiary had just been listed, and the couple had no time to take care of Xiao Song. Although there was a nanny at home, they still felt that it was not enough."

"One day, your Aunt Song brought Xiao Song to my house, and unexpectedly found that Xiao Song was playing with you, so she asked me to take care of Xiao Song for a while."

"I have such a close relationship with your aunt Song, and Xiao Song was very cute at that time, so of course I agreed."

"Then how long have we been together?" Fu Ziwei said.

"About half a month or so." Fu's mother replied.

Half a month, neither long nor short.

Fu Ziwei felt that if the truth had been known for half a month, it was impossible for him not to have any memory of Song Xiaoke.

This doesn't make sense.

Fu's mother may have fallen into reminiscence of the past because of Fu Ziwei's problem. Before Fu Ziwei could reply, she said, "You two had a really good relationship at that time."

"Do you remember when you were a child, although you always had a smile on your face, you were a little distant from everyone, and none of the children of your age played very well."

"But you and Xiao Song are having a good time. I didn't take care of him when he came, but you took care of him."

"He sticks to you like a follower, and you don't bother him. You take him to bed together, coax him to eat, and teach him to do homework. Hahaha, although it is a kindergarten homework, you are quite patient."

The more Mama Fu said, the bigger the smile on her face. The relationship between the two children was really good back then. Now that they have grown up to be adults, it would be even better if they could make a pair.

But thinking of her son's answer just now, saying "not very good", Fu's mother's face collapsed, which is a pity.

Fu's mother was talking on her own, and she didn't notice that Fu Ziwei's face became more and more complex, and she couldn't say anything.

Yes, it’s hard to say.

Following Fu's mother's description, Fu Ziwei suddenly remembered something.

In his memory, he took care of such a child.

But this kid is obviously a girl with long hair braided, wearing a princess dress and little black leather shoes?

Besides, "Isn't he called Song Baobao?" Fu Ziwei asked a little speechlessly.

"Yeah, do you remember?" Fu's mother said, "That's right, Xiao Song's nickname is Bao Bao, so of course he will be called Song Bao Bao."

...Okay, that's the reason, long live.

Fu Ziwei was a little speechless, and it was hard to digest for a while.

He stood up with a tired look, and said, "I'm going upstairs to sleep."

Fu's mother didn't know how much Fu Ziwei had been hit during this period, so she waved her hand and said, "Okay, you can rest."

...

...

Here Fu Ziwei suffered a huge mental shock, and Song Xiaoke over there was not in a good mood and was about to explode.

Thinking about Fu Ziwei's question just now, he felt angry.

He also pretended to be ignorant, and he really knows how to act.

Sure enough, a beast with a human face.

Ahhhhhhh, Song Xiaoke rubbed his hair frantically, then got out of the car and walked into the apartment building.

After returning home, with a turbulent heart, I went to the bathroom.

Turn on the shower head, adjust the water temperature, then take off your clothes and stand in.

The red hickey marks on his body had long since disappeared due to the precipitation of three months, but the feeling of touch was like a knife carved on his body.

"We used to know each other?"

"I mean, as a kid?"

How could he ask such a question, Song Xiaoke bit his lip hard, his big and round eyes were filled with red, he didn't know if he got into the water, but he still wanted to cry.

When Song Xiaoke was a child, he spent a period of time with Fu Ziwei.

Fu Ziwei is very good, he hates to take care of him, and is as considerate as a gentle big brother.

It is easy for children to sink, especially Fu Ziwei's way of taking care of others is not the same.

Fu Ziwei would kiss him on the cheek, hug him, and say, "Our baby is so cute."

At that time, Song Xiaoke was young, and he didn't quite understand what these things meant, so he just felt shy.

Every time Fu Ziwei did this, Song Xiaoke blushed and turned his head to ignore Fu Ziwei.

At that time, Fu Ziwei would smile and say, "Our baby is angry?" Then he took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to Song Xiaoke like a magic trick, and said, "Can the candy calm down the cute baby Song?"

At this time, Song Xiaoke's anger was almost exhausted, and he would reach out and take the half-opened candy from Fu Ziwei's hand, then tear it open and throw it into his mouth.

Later, Song Xiaoke never ate such sweet candy again, even if it was the same style.

Maybe it's because Fu Ziwei didn't give them.

There is no permanent banquet in the world. After half a month, Mother Song came to pick Song Xiaoke home.

Song Xiaoke was very reluctant to part with this big brother, and was about to cry when he left.

But Fu Ziwei bent down and tugged at his face, saying, "If you cry, Baby Song won't look good."

When Song Xiaoke heard this, he held back his tears.

He was either afraid of not looking good, or he didn't want to cry for Fu Ziwei, because Fu Ziwei had a pretty smile.

Then Fu Ziwei said: "Baby Song is also welcome to come often in the future."

Finally, he said, "Don't Baby Song kiss your brother?"

Song Xiaoke didn't hesitate at that time, "baji" kissed Fu Ziwei's immature and handsome face at that time.

That was the first time Song Xiaoke kissed Fu Ziwei in such a long time.

Also the last time.

He said he was welcome to come here often, but then Fu Ziwei went abroad not long after.

Moreover, Song Xiaoke is young, and Song's mother and Song's father are usually busy, so they don't have much time to take him to Fu's house.

After that time, the two met once.

It was a sunny afternoon.

Fu Ziwei took Song Xiaoke to build Lego toys together, and then said to him: "Baby, I won't be able to see my brother often in the future."

Fu Ziwei was a little depressed that day, and his always smiling face was a little bit lost, even sad.

Song Xiaoke remembers asking himself, "Why?"

"Brother is leaving."

"Where are you going? Tell me the address, and I'll find you."

"It's a little far away, the baby is too young." Fu Ziwei was a little happier because of Song Xiaoke's words, and reached out to stroke his head.

"Then brother comes back to look for the baby, isn't it all right?"

"I'm too young." Fu Ziwei said.

"When can it be?"

"Wait until you grow up."

"When will you grow up?"

"Ten years at least."

"Then I wait for you."

It may be that Song Xiaoke's face was firm and serious at that time, Fu Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and agreed: "Okay."

He also reached out and pulled Song Xiaoke's face, jokingly said: "When the baby grows up, do you want to marry my brother?"

"Okay." Song Xiaoke nodded again.