At that time.
Song Nuan was inside the house, looking through the glass, she could see the figures of the two of them, hugging tightly, the man was smiling, his eyes were full of doting, the woman was soft and soft, she seemed a little shy.
Tang Si seemed to have said something, which caused Song Yi to slap Tang Si on the shoulder coquettishly.
Song Nuan lowered her eyebrows.
So happy.
Why is it that other people fall in love like this, but she is different
She pursed her lips tightly, and there was a bitter taste in her heart. The peeled dumplings were crushed by her.
"Nuan Nuan, what are you doing?" Song's mother saw: "If you don't make dumplings, just play on the side, don't come here to make trouble for mother."
Song Nuan turned around and laughed to cover up that she was thinking about something just now.
Looking at the dumplings in his hand, and the stuffing: "It turns out that it feels like something that I molded by myself is crushed, and it's quite comfortable."
This unclear sentence made Song's mother frown and looked at her: "You are talking nonsense here at a young age, what is it?"
These words set off alarm bells in her heart.
Song Nuan: "Where are you talking nonsense? Originally destroying this kind of thing will arouse the most comfortable feeling in people's hearts."
"Isn't it uncomfortable to destroy?" Song Nuan narrowed her eyes with a smile: "It looks cute when it's crying, but it's a pity that this dumpling has no life, so I can't cry, but it looks good to me."
Father Song heard it and walked over: "This kind of thinking shouldn't happen. We are all kind."
Song Nuan shrugged: "Yeah, I'm just making an analogy, and I'm also kind."
However, if someone treats her unkindly, should she still be kind
Her eyes were closed, making it hard to see what was going on in her heart.
Song's father and Song's mother frowned unanimously. It seems that the psychiatrist has to be invited over earlier, and this state of affairs will not work.
Tang Si and Song Yi came in from the outside, and the dumplings were almost finished.
"Steamed dumplings or boiled dumplings?" Mother Song asked.
Song Yi: "I want fried food."
Fried dumplings are always delicious.
Song's mother: "What kind of fried food are you eating? That's not healthy."
"Choose one, hurry up and choose the same."
Tang Si said with a smile at this time: "Auntie, it's fine, you can do whatever is convenient for you."
Song Yi stared at Tang Si: "Who told you to make an opinion for me?"
Tang Si bent slightly: "Go home and buy it for you."
He knew that Song Yi seldom went home, and Song's father and Song's mother were also seldom in the country. After finally having a meal together, they should be in harmony, so why bother arguing about how to eat.
Song Yi was satisfied with this.
Mother Song looked at the two of them, and unconsciously opened a smile on her face.
She knew Song Yi very well, but Tang Si could coax her and heal her, which made her feel at ease that the two of them were together.
After dinner, Father Song wanted to play a few games of chess with Tang Si.
Song Yi glanced at her father: "Dad, he still has to go to work tomorrow morning. If you want to play chess, wait another day. If he is free during the Chinese New Year, I will bring him back to play with you."
Besides, sometimes Tang Si is too busy to have dinner and date with her.
Also split up to play chess with Father Song
"But there is only one chance, so don't keep fighting against him." Song Yi held Tang Si's arm: "Originally he didn't spend much time with me, he was very busy."
"All right, all right." Father Song compromised and let them leave.
And Song Nuan greeted obediently: "Sister, brother-in-law, goodbye."
…
It was foggy on the way back and the car drove very slowly.
The sky had already turned dark, and there were street lights on the side of the road. Song Yi propped her chin alone and looked outside.
"Tell me, what kind of psychiatrist will my parents hire for Song Nuan?" Song Yi asked.
She was thinking in her heart, should she invite Bo Shiyan to come over
This person is quite reliable, although I haven't contacted him since then.
"Let's see." Tang Si drove: "Don't worry too much, her problems are probably not very serious, and they should be resolved."
"Yeah." The two of them had very little time to be alone, so Song Yi changed the topic: "Are you going to buy fried dumplings for me now?"
In fact, fried dumplings are not very healthy, and all fried foods are not very healthy. Tang Si thought that if Song Yi was full, he would not say to buy it again.
In the end, she was still thinking about it.
"Eat less." Tang Si glanced at Song Yi, with a low voice and a smile: "Eating that kind of unhealthy food is not good for your health."
He raised his final voice: "Originally, this small physique can't withstand two tossings."
As he spoke, he licked his lips: "Can you think about your brother? It's still quite difficult to recycle."
They didn't agree with each other, and they were driving again.
Song Yi turned his head aside: "If you don't buy it, you will pull it down. Why are you looking for so many reasons?"
"Stingy."
"You can buy it." Tang Si smiled lightly: "There are conditions."
"Heh..." Song Yi snorted coldly: "It seems that I have no money to buy without you."
She turned her head to look at Tang Si: "I have money."
"En." Tang Si nodded, and said in a calm tone, "You are rich, but now I have the steering wheel in my hands, and I won't let you get out of the car. How do you buy it?"
"Order takeaway at home."
Tang Si snorted and looked at Song Yi carelessly, "Then don't even think about getting out of bed."
"… "Depend on!
Song Yi was furious.
This dog man is against him with an orange heart, and he has no conscience at all.
Just like her father, she doesn't care what she eats.
She gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "Tang Si, do you know what Feng Shui turns?"
"Huh?" Tang Si responded casually.
"I want to exercise."
"So?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "And then?"
"Keep you from getting out of bed." Song Yi said word by word, "Squeeze, dry."
Tang Si's smile deepened, she held the steering wheel with one hand, touched her tender little face with the other hand, blew a hooligan whistle, and said in a bad tone, "Is there such a good thing? Brother, wait."
Song Yi was groped, and felt that she was really being molested by hooligans.
There seemed to be residual warmth from his hands on his cheeks, obviously he was being molested, but he felt palpitations for no reason.
Tang Si deliberately teased her, but he could also tease her, and his heart was full of tenderness.
He is very interesting.
Song Yi said stiffly: "...what a fart."
Sooner or later, don't let Feng Shui turn to her.
Tang Si hooked his lips, as if he had seen through the thoughts in her heart: "It is true that Fengshui turns around, but Fengshui is on my side now, I have to make good use of it, otherwise it will be a loss, do you think it is the truth? ?”
Song Yi folded her arms around her chest: "What conditions?"
Tonight, she is just greedy, she wants to eat, and she drools when she wants to eat. Haven't eaten these things for a long time.
Not only fried dumplings, but also any barbecue skewers.
"Simple." Tang Si lazily looked forward, and said in a drawling tone, "Call me Dad."
"..." Song Yi: "What is your eccentricity? Are you a pervert?"
Tang Si glanced at Song Yi: "Should I call?"
Would she call such a soft thing
Let's have a big dream.
"I'm your father." Song Yi turned her face away: "Don't call."
"Be careful and I'll tell my dad."
After Song Yi finished speaking, she realized that the behavior of the two of them was simply the behavior of elementary school students.
Very childish.
Tang Si seemed to have known Song Yihui's reaction for a long time, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, still hooked: "Hey, when will you let me be your father?"
This sentence was said calmly, it seemed to be a joke, but it was a pun.
Double meaning.
Song Yixin jumped up, glanced at Tang Si, his face was still the same expression, there was no superfluous change.
Laughter is ruffian and ruffian.
Before Song Yi answered, Tang Si asked again: "Which one do you eat?"
Song Yi reacted and reported the name of a store.
Immediately, I went to buy dumplings.
However, along the way, Song Yi was still entangled in this matter.
By the time they got home, both of them had taken a shower and were about to go to bed.
Tang Si slept with her arms around her, and his breath smelled good from a man.
"Brother." Song Yi put her arms around his neck, kissed him, a little coquettishly: "Do you really want to be a father?"
Then she can.
The little girl in his arms was soft and delicate, Tang Si hugged her even tighter: "Good boy, we'll think about it after we get married."
Song Yi pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and stopped talking.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and only a weak light was on in the room.
It was night outside, and the house was warm and tight.
Song Yi's breathing gradually became even, and she was in the stage of falling asleep immediately.
It was at this moment that a faint voice came from beside my ear.
Very vague, very hazy, low-spirited.
He said, "Song Yi, thank you for giving me a home."
He has felt it.
I feel the feeling of having parents and the taste of having a home.
These are enough.
Song Yi was like an octopus, hugging Tang Si tightly: "I love you."
…
Inside the bar.
The sound of the music is deafening, making people's ears numb.
"Master Sheng, come on, why don't you take a weekend break? Finally come out and drink! Don't get drunk forever."
As soon as the woman walked in, she heard such a yell, and it was at the table next to the door.
Her gaze suddenly fell on a man in the far corner of the table.
The man was leaning on the chair, lazy and carefree, his character seemed extremely cynical.
However, there was no smile on his face, and there was such a wildness that penetrated to the bone.
As if sensing the woman's gaze, the man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes met him.
His eyes are narrow and long, and his eyes are hooked into a smile, but there is no ups and downs on his lips.
The woman next to him should be drinking with her, so she handed him a glass at this time: "Master Sheng, drink."
The man lowered his eyes and pushed it away: "I'm bored, don't drink."
While speaking, his brows and eyes were raised coldly, and the smile in his eyes was closed.
The man was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his flattering hand.
Well, Mr. Fu is in a bad mood, if he hits the gun again, he won't be able to kick him.
He has a bad temper, he doesn't care much about other people's affairs, and his patience is pitiful. For a long time, he has a stinky face that others owe him millions and don't pay back.
"Fu Jingsheng, your master Fu finally came out, why don't you drink?"
Fu Jingsheng was so lazy that he changed his posture, raised his legs, and found that the woman at the door hadn't left yet.
She is quite good-looking, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that are extremely cold, with a unique beauty, which is rare and seductive.
He squinted his eyes and said, "Master has to go to work tomorrow, so he can't be late."
He lazily lit a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, trying to relieve his dryness.
"..." She was thinking, with such a tugging and wild look, the young master who looks like a son-in-law has a sense of time not to be late for work
A prodigal son, a literati poet.
The woman looked away with a sigh.
She was very purposeful and went directly to the private room upstairs.
Fu Jingsheng happened to see her disdainful and contemptuous gaze, which meant that she disdained and looked down on him.
He narrowed his eyes again, his pupils were dark and bottomless, and took a deep breath of the cigarette.
With a sneer in my heart, I instantly felt that she was not beautiful.
…
Fu Jingsheng: "There is a problem."
"?" The friend asked; "What's the problem?"
Fu Jingsheng snorted softly, lightly dusted the dust off his clothes, took a deep breath with the cigarette in his hand, then slammed the pestle on the table to extinguish it, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "I'm going to work now. Shenyang, come with me."
After speaking, the person went upstairs.
Fang Shenyang, who had been silent in the corner all this time, stood up, without a smile on his face, without saying a word, like a cold wooden man.
"Hey, what the hell?! What is it? Why are you going to work or not? Master Sheng! Don't be impulsive!"
Fu Jingsheng turned his head, his lazy gaze suddenly focused: "Follow me again, and I will arrest you for obstructing official duties."
A sharp and cool breath slowly dissipated, making people stunned.
"..." Okay, okay, you are awesome, you can do it, uncle.
He is just like this, a cynical son, so unruly that you think you can be friends with him, but in fact he is very cold, everything is just a fleeting moment to him, and when he violates his wishes, he will turn his back on it.