When Jing Xiuxiu left, she still looked at the dishes cooked by Mrs. Song reluctantly.

Mother Song sent Jing Xiuxiu and her daughter away with a smile, closed the door and sat at the dining table. The two began to eat, with Mother Song picking up food for him from time to time.

Qian Wen didn't refuse and just filled his mouth.

The food is very delicious, no worse than the hotel chef, and it’s no wonder that Jing Xiuxiu tries to find ways to eat at his house.

"Oh~" Qian Wen burped after eating.

"Is Yang Yang full? If not, I'm making a dessert." Mother Song looked at Qian Wen and asked with a smile.

Every mother has a problem. Their children are bottomless pits and they never have enough to eat.

Qian Wen hurriedly stopped Song's mother who was going to the kitchen, "I'm full, I'm full, I'm even hiccuping."

As he spoke, Qian Wen burped again for Mother Song to hear, proving that he was really full.

Seeing that Qian Wenzhen was full, Mother Song poured him a glass of water, put away the tableware and went to the kitchen to clean it.

Qian Wen followed up and tried to help, but was kicked out.

Qian Wen shrugged helplessly and sat on the sofa in the living room to wait for Mrs. Song. He had something to say to her.

Turning on the TV and watching casually, Mother Song, who had finished cleaning the tableware, sat down next to Qian Wen with a plate of cut fruit.

Qian Wen said nothing and watched TV quietly with Song's mother.

Mother Song would feed him a mouthful of fruit from time to time. Qian Wen stretched out his hand to eat it, but Mother Song refused to let him go and hit his hand.

This moment is really heartwarming.

The sky was getting dark little by little, and Song's mother leaned on Qian Wen and watched TV.

Qian Wen glanced at Mrs. Song who looked happy. He didn't want to break the warmth of this moment, but he still had something to say.

"Mom, why don't you go and stay at my uncle's house for a while?" Qian Wen suddenly said.

Mother Song stiffened, then stood up and looked at Qian Wen, "Why do you want to go to the Imperial Capital? I'm fine at home."

"There has been a big move in the bureau recently, and I want you to go and take shelter with your uncle." Qian Wen said half-truthfully.

It's not that he didn't want to make up a reason to trick Mother Song out, but no reason was suitable like this one.

He came back today to ask Song's mother to go out to avoid trouble. I don't know if Lin Yaodong's next assassination will come or when.

He was afraid that Lin Yaodong would threaten Mother Song, so it was better to go out and stay for a while, and then come back when Tazhai was finished.

Mother Song turned and stared at Qian Wen, her eyes motionless. After watching for a while, Qian Wen felt a little uncomfortable, and then she leaned against him again to watch TV.

Mother Song fed Qian Wen a mouthful of fruit, and the living room became warm again.

Qian Wen blinked and chewed the fruit in his mouth. Did he agree? Or not?

"Mom?" Qian Wen asked confused.

Mother Song, who was leaning on Qian Wen, looked at the TV intently and said in a relaxed tone, "I just miss Xiaohua too. I'll fly there early tomorrow morning."

When Song's mother said this, her eyes gradually turned red. He knew what his son meant. Her husband had said the same thing before.

Qian Wen blinked and put his arms around Mrs. Song.

"You must protect yourself." Mother Song's voice was very low, almost inaudible.

But Qian Wen still heard it, "Well, I will pick you up at my uncle's house in a while."

"This is what you promised, you can't make a mistake." Mother Song turned her head and looked at Qian Wen's face and said softly.

"Well, I'll pick you up."

One night passed, and early the next morning, Qian Wen drove Song's mother to the airport.

Watching the plane fly across the sky, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Song Yang has been replaced, his mother must take good care of him.

Now that Mother Song is gone, he can let go.
Chapter completed!