Chapter 979

The driver brought the corgi back to Tan Palace first, and made an appointment to pick up Song Jingtian at eight o'clock in the evening.

At this moment, the aunt of the Li family is still cooking dinner.

Tang Li entered the kitchen and explained adding two dishes, and then led Song Jingtian upstairs.

It was the first time that the little guy came to Li's house, and everything was fresh. He was leaning on Tang Li's pair of pink cotton mops. Every time he went up the stairs, the violent rabbit on the cotton mop would grow his ears.

Tang Li's bedroom was originally a guest room of the Li family.

The wallpaper and furniture arrangement are quite satisfactory, lacking the warmth that a girl's room should have.

Tang Li hung the sunscreen and peaked cap on the floor hanger. Song Jingtian had already arranged himself, put his little butt next to the bed, and began to look around: "Why is your room so empty?"

The little guy looked disgusted: "There is nothing but a desk."

"Drinking water?" Tang Li took a bottle of pure water from the desk.

Song Jingtian took the water bottle and saw Tang Li entering the bathroom to wash up, he slipped out of bed and followed: "Is your sister back too?"

Tang Li turned on the faucet and turned to look at him: "Do you have anything to do with her?"

"Don't look for her." The little guy said, licking his lips, "I'll just ask."

Passing by the parking garage just now, Tang Li saw Li Yuan'er's white supercar.

——Ouyang Qian's mother and daughter arrived home one step earlier than her.

When Tang Li wiped the makeup remover on his face, Song Jingtian was waiting by the door. When she was about to wash her face, the little guy spoke again, his tone was a little melancholy: "This room is less than 10 square meters, how will you raise a child in the future."

"..." Tang Li asked back, "When did I say I want to raise a child here?"

"It's not that big brother said that you plan to have children in these two years."

Tang Li didn't expect that Song Boyan's words to Xiao Minglan at the dinner table would be remembered by Song Jingtian.

Seeing her, the little guy didn't deny it, he put his hands behind his back with the water bottle, and his waist was slightly straight: "You want to film, and the eldest brother often goes to other places to investigate, and visits abroad from time to time, and the mother is also old. When the child is born, it is not up to me to bring it."

"..."

Tang Li was a little afraid to imagine that scene.

However, even if she didn't want to, it was automatically imaged in her brain—

Eight-year-old Song Jingtian had a three- or four-month-old baby strapped to his chest. He was either humming or changing diapers. He was very busy. When it came to feeding, because the milk powder was so fragrant, he specially added a few more spoons to the bottle. After feeding the baby, I drank half the bottle myself.

"In the past few days, I have found a lot of early education institutions on the Internet."

Song Jingtian added: "I made a phone call to inquire. One of the institutions is very user-friendly, allowing five years to make an appointment in advance. I have already signed up, and the child can be sent directly after six months."

Tang Li forgot to wash his face with foam: "...Are you sure you can understand early education in six months?"

"Why can't I understand." The little guy stared, as if he had heard a very depressing question: "I can already read the fifth-grade composition book in the second grade, and he/she will definitely be able to learn from the small class teacher in six months. thing."

Seeing that being a mother doesn't care, Song Jingtian was heartbroken: "Now the competition for children's education is so fierce, nothing can make children lose at the starting line!"

Tang Li only felt these words familiar.

She turned off the faucet and looked at the little guy seriously.

A few seconds later, Tang Li said, "Song Jingtian, have you met a liar?"

Song Jingtian: "!!!"