"Dad, you are back, I will bring Chen Yan and the baby back to see you."
"kindness."
Seeing Father Song approaching, I hurriedly shouted: "Hello, Uncle."
He glanced at the baby in my arms, and didn't say much: "Weichen, come into the study with me, I have something to talk to you about."
"good."
Song Weichen gave me a look, and followed Song's father upstairs. Looking at their figures fading away, I knew that I would not be able to leave today.
Gritting my teeth, I decided to just sit in the living room and wait for him to come down.
But it wasn't until dinner time that the family of three came down from upstairs. I sat on the sofa with Xiaocheng in my arms, and my waist was already sore.
Song Weichen walked straight towards me and said in a low voice, "Let's go after dinner."
Seeing that I couldn't avoid it, I had no choice but to respond
The Song family really did not talk when eating or sleeping. From the beginning to the end, there was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding. I buried my head and only ate the dishes that were within reach. Looking after Xiao Chengzi.
"eat more."
A pair of slender hands stretched out in front of me, the chopsticks at the fingertips were still holding the fish meat. From the corner of the eye, I saw Song's mother's complexion slightly, and my heart moved, I took it silently.
"Weichen, please stay here tonight. Before dinner, I asked Mama Wang to tidy up the room."
Mother Song looked at Song Weichen expectantly, and secretly gave me a wink.
But I pretended not to see anything, slowly lowered my head, and concentrated on eating.
"No, we'll go back after dinner."
"Why, Mom packed it up for you. I've also prepared pomeloChengzi's crib. Why are you going back so late? Mom will make soup for you tomorrow. Chen Yan is not in Song Dynasty yet. We lived at home, so we just happened to stay together."
The sound of bowls and chopsticks being put down came from the side, and Song Weichen picked up a tissue and gracefully wiped his mouth and fingers before saying in a deep voice, "It's more convenient to go to the company from the apartment, and Chen Yan has to take her baby to the hospital tomorrow morning, so let's forget it." .¡±
Hearing that he still rejected Song's mother, I finally let go of my heart.
"Why is it so far away? Doesn't your dad often pass by from home? Why is the child in a hurry to go to the hospital? No, I'll let Wang Ma go with her tomorrow. Chen Yan, do you think it's okay?"
I am really tired of Mother Song's repeated attempts to transfer the decision-making power to me. If it weren't for her attitude towards Chengzi just now, it might still be possible, but now
Suddenly, Father Song pushed away the chair and stood up. He glanced at Song Weichen with dissatisfaction: "If you don't want to, just leave quickly. The Song family also needs you to come back and live alone."
After saying this, Father Song turned and walked upstairs.
"Wendong, why do you say that, where are you going?"
Song's mother anxiously called Song's father, but there was no response. Song Weichen also stood up at this time, he pulled me up, and nodded to Song's mother: "Mom, let's go first, and come back to see you another day."
"Weichen, Weichen, wait"
Her shout did not get Song Weichen to stop, I looked back at Mother Song, seeing that the sad look on her face was not fake, I felt a little pity for her in my heart.
"What's going on with you and uncle?"
Looking sideways at Song Weichen with a slightly cold face, I thought about it and decided to ask him.
"It's okay, it's just a little disagreement."
"Forget it, I don't care, do you know what my aunt called me in today?"
He gave me a slightly surprised look, as if he didn't believe that I would bring it up.
"She wants you to go home and live, and the card is on me."
"You agreed?"
"Of course not. I haven't heard you say that you want to go back to Song's house. How could you agree? It's just that she actually asked me to help I was surprised."
"Is there anything else?"
I paused: "No more."
"Then why were you unhappy when you came out?"
Sure enough, nothing could escape the eyes of this old fox, I sighed, glanced at the little orange in my arms, and said softly: "It's nothing, it's just my heart, my aunt didn't like me in the first place, I knew it all along. "
Just at the traffic light, the car stopped slowly, Song Weichen turned his head and took a deep look at me: "It's enough that I like you."
With sore eyes, I nodded emphatically: "You still like babies."
He touchedHe patted my head: "Fool, if Mom asks you to say something next time, you can prevaricate it casually, and I will decide everything."
"Okay, there is one more thing. I don't think my uncle and aunt are going to give Xiao Chengzi a name. What should I do?"
He lowered his head and glanced at the well-behaved little Chengzi, and pondered for a moment: "Call it Song Ran, it's natural."
Song Ran, Song Ran, I chanted it a few times and found it to be very pleasing to the ear, but I still pouted and said to Xiao Chengzi: "Your father chose his name hastily like this, you must be careful when you grow up. Cure him!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she vomited a bubble, as if she was saying yes. I was amused by her expression, and my eyes were full of smiles.
"Let's try on wedding dresses this week."
"What?"
"I'm getting married next month, you won't forget it, right?" He raised his eyebrows with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Of course not, I thought you didn't have time."
The man chuckled and didn't answer me again.
Song's mother and Song Weichen mentioned the wedding at the same time, which made me really feel that the wedding was approaching. I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but now I suddenly felt a little nervous and nervous.
In fact, apart from referring to the wedding planning company that Song Weichen chose for me, I didn't do anything.
On Saturday, I got up early and looked down from the bottom of the building. It seemed calm, but I knew it was not as simple as what I saw.
From the second day of the weekend when Song Weichen said that he was going to try on wedding dresses, the news about me and him getting married was leaked crazily.
There are blessings and doubts, but the situation is faintly under control.
Frowning, I glanced at the closet annoyedly, and could only choose a low-key dark-colored suit for myself, complete with a hat and sunglasses, hoping not to be recognized.
When Song Weichen came in, he glanced at me with a faint dislike on his face: "Are you going out with me dressed like this?"
I could only roll my eyes at his disgust, picked up the phone and threw it at him directly: "Look at the surveillance, how many people are guarding the door? I don't want to see them."
In the video, there are several people hiding in the bushes with equipment around their necks. They can be seen as reporters at a glance, and they don't know how they got in.
I muttered: "The news spread so fast, why didn't there be any movement a while ago"
"I let it go."
"What?" I looked up at him in surprise, did I hear correctly just now? Seeing that he really didn't refute, I pushed him angrily: "Why did you tell them?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com