"Why? Are you scared?"
Jiang Xingzhou seemed to be in a mood to watch the fun and not mind the trouble.
Song Ci punched him.
Jiang Xingzhou dodged with a smile: "Haha, do you want me to add you? And help you talk to my dad?"
"No, that's not good." After all, he is the elder.
"How about this," Jiang Xingzhou suggested again, "I'll use my dad's phone to add you tonight, and we can chat?"
"Ah? No no—"
Song Ci imagined the scene and was so anxious that sparks came out of his hands.
"Is it that scary?"
Song Ci pouted and said, "It would be so embarrassing if your dad saw our chat history."
Just think about it, when Jiang Xingzhou's father got his phone back, what he saw was her sending kissing and coquettish emoticons to her future father-in-law.
It would be better to let her find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Moreover, if she looks at the previous chat history when she has something to talk to Jiang Xingzhou's father in the future, she will feel embarrassed.
This is absolutely not possible.
Seeing how nervous she was, Jiang Xingzhou comforted her: "If you are really scared, you can add it after you get the marriage certificate."
"Is it okay?" Song Ci was really moved.
If you can delay it for a while, it’s better.
"Of course. Okay, let's continue shopping." Jiang Xingzhou rubbed Song Ci's head and pushed her forward, his mood visibly happy.
When the two men pushed a full shopping cart of snacks to Ms. Lin, Ms. Lin subconsciously criticized them.
"Eat less junk food."
"I want to eat it. I want to eat it."
Jiang Xingzhou arrogantly picked up a bag of potato chips and threw it into Ms. Lin's shopping cart.
Ms. Lin glared at him, then looked at Song Ci kindly, "Ci Ci, if he makes you angry like this in the future, just hit him directly. If you don't dare, tell me and I will help you."
"Mom—who is your biological child?"
Ms. Lin: “…It’s a bit hard to decide.”
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
"Please buy it quickly. Song Song and I have to go back home soon."
"Ci Ci, will you come to our house later?" Ms. Lin always gets to the point.
Song Ci, who was CUE'd, was a little confused and blinked blankly at Jiang Xingzhou.
How come she doesn't know
"We're going back to our home," Jiang Xingzhou put his arm around Song Ci's shoulders and pointed at himself and Song Ci, "My and Song Ci's home."
Ms. Lin: “Oh.”
It was all in vain.
"By the way, Cici, how is the decoration of the house? Do you like it?" Ms. Lin suddenly thought of this question.
She urged Jiang Xingzhou to find a partner and get married, but she didn't expect him to do it so quickly.
"I like it," Song Ci responded quickly, "I like the decoration very much."
Ms. Lin nodded with satisfaction: "As long as you like it."
…
After sending Ms. Lin home, Jiang Xingzhou actually took Song Ci to their house.
Yes, now they can officially call this their house.
Wedding room.
When Song Ci got off the car, she brought down some snacks. Jiang Xingzhou was helpless: "Why did you bring down some snacks?"
"Put it here and eat it."
"We won't be living here for a while. If it's left for too long, it will expire. You can take it home and eat it."
"… Oh, okay."
Song Ci put the snacks back in the car.
“Are we going to cook and film a video here for dinner tonight?”
It was already past 4:30 in the afternoon and it would soon be dinner time.
Jiang Xingzhou shook his head: "No, I just brought you here to bully you."
Song Ci: “?”
"You heard me right, I'm bullying you."
Song Ci: “!
!”
Is it too late to run now
I always feel that this bullying is not very serious.
"Hahahaha, let's go, I was just kidding." Jiang Xingzhou laughed and held Song Ci's hand and walked into the building.
Song Ci hesitated, but had to move forward as he pulled her.
Soon they arrived at the room. Song Ci sat on the side of the sofa cautiously and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Xingzhou smiled, came over and lifted her chin, smiling smugly: "I told you, I'm here to bully you."
"You, uh—"
The second half of the sentence went into Jiang Xingzhou's mouth.
Song Ci symbolically resisted twice, but soon stopped and actively cooperated with Jiang Xingzhou, indulging in the kiss together.
When the kiss ended, Jiang Xingzhou hugged Song Ci, who was soft in his arms, as if she had no bones.
He felt in his pocket and pulled out a key.
"Here, this is the key to our house."
Our home.
This time it's really their home.
Song Ci stretched out a finger and tapped the key, then tapped the key again, feeling unstoppable sweetness in her heart.
When she clicked on it again, Jiang Xingzhou clenched his hand and grabbed her finger.
"Why are you so playful?"
"I don't… "
Jiang Xingzhou naturally wouldn't care about such a small matter. He patted Song Ci's head, which was nodding because of her coquettishness, and let go of her fingers.
He handed the key to Song Ci and gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.
"Welcome home, my mistress."
Song Ci grabbed the key and hugged him back, blushing and snuggling into his arms, humming unconsciously in a coquettish manner.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled and hugged her, helping her find a comfortable position to hug her.
After hugging quietly for a while, Jiang Xingzhou asked, "Song Song, let's go shopping together after dinner."
"Do you want to buy anything?"
"Um."
"good."
Jiang Xingzhou then realized that he was too anxious to get the marriage certificate with Song Ci. It was his first time and he had no experience and it was too hasty, so he had not prepared anything yet.
I didn’t buy any gold or prepare any wedding rings.
This was brought up by Ms. Lin at noon, and he immediately regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself twice.
But my face hurt, so I couldn’t bear to hit it.
I couldn't bear to put back the Song Dynasty porcelain I had obtained.
It can only be made up little by little after marriage.
It was not until they got to the store that Song Ci stupidly realized what Jiang Xingzhou was trying to do.
"I looked it up and it seems that there are different definitions of the three golds, but in summary they are necklaces, rings, earrings and bracelets. I'll just buy the four golds later."
Jiang Xingzhou doesn't quite understand this.
But he asked Ms. Lin, and Ms. Lin said that Si Jin had such a statement.
“Will it be too expensive?”
"It's okay, it's only 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, just one month's salary."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
Her salary is more than Jiang Xingzhou's~
Song Ci gently squeezed Jiang Xingzhou's hand and said with a smile: "Such a show-off~"
"No way," Jiang Xingzhou looked over aggrievedly, "I'm still waiting for a rich lady to support me~"
"Rich sister, look at me~"
Jiang Xingzhou acted like a spoiled child, and there was a staff member next to him. Song Ci blushed, smiled embarrassedly at the salesgirl, and quickly pushed Jiang Xingzhou's head away.
"Alright, alright," Jiang Xingzhou stopped making a fuss, "Just take a look at what style you like."
"Hmph~"
It was obviously him who was making trouble.
But now that you are here, there is no reason not to choose Song Dynasty porcelain. This is a necessary procedure.
Song Ci picked out the style he liked and asked the staff to measure and record the data.
After that, they chose the couple's rings. Jiang Xingzhou also asked the staff to measure the data and confirm the construction period before leaving with Song Ci.
"About half a month, just in time for us to get the certificate." Jiang Xingzhou was obviously excited about this result.
Song Ci said, "But they have to take a holiday during the New Year, right?"
"Ah? I forgot to ask."
Jiang Xingzhou patted his head and took out his phone: "Let me check."
I searched on Baidu about the annual holiday dates in their area and found out that there are only three days, from the first to the third day of the Lunar New Year.
Jiang Xingzhou suddenly became excited again, thinking that he should be able to catch up.
"Come on, let's go have a nice meal to celebrate."
Song Ci: “?”
"Didn't we just eat?"
"Are you happy? Can you eat more? Eat less."
Meeting his hopeful eyes, Song Ci's heart softened instantly.
"All right."
"Shall we record a video?"
"good."
So the two of them recorded a video and went to a grilled fish restaurant to eat grilled fish.
Their videos of them eating are very short, but this time it took a long time to record.
After Jiang Xingzhou returned home, he started editing the video. He cut out the video of Song Ci eating and saved it in a folder he had kept a long time ago.
Before I knew it, this folder was already filled with photos and videos of Song Dynasty porcelain.
Back then, when he saved his first file, he and Song Ci were just roommates.
Of course, if you really have to, you can also add a fake couple.
They are now a real couple, and the kind of couple who are about to get their marriage certificate.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but sigh, time flies so fast. Half a year has passed unknowingly, and his relationship with Song Ci has also made a qualitative leap.
Of course, they will have many more half years in the future, until one of them grows old.
…
The next day was New Year’s Eve.
Jiang Xingzhou took Song Ci to their home early in the morning.
"I'm going home for dinner tonight." Song Ci brought the news.
Jiang Xingzhou was disappointed for a moment, but after thinking about it, he could understand it. This was probably the last New Year's Eve dinner that Song Ci would have in this family, and he would have to eat at his house from now on.
"It's okay," he said generously, "Can we come out after dinner?"
"Can!"
Song Ci pointed to her computer excitedly and said, "I moved the computer here, and we can watch the Spring Festival Gala together then."
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Song Ci was still keen on watching the Spring Festival Gala.
"Why, do you have a favorite show?"
"Yes, it's that skit. The skit actors who appear on the Spring Festival Gala every year, their shows are always hilarious. I want to watch it this year too!"
"I thought your idol had a show." Jiang Xingzhou curled his lips, looking sour.
Song Ci didn't react for a moment.
Her idol
Oh oh oh oh…
I remember.
She used to have an idol.
"His reputation has collapsed. He is now a bad artist and he will not be allowed to perform on the Spring Festival Gala," Song Ci explained.
Song Ci's words really made Jiang Xingzhou laugh and cry: "You walked out pretty quickly."
Song Ci choked, and for a long while she lowered her head, looking up at Jiang Xingzhou's expression, observing his micro-expressions, and immediately understood.
"Jiang Jiang, you're not jealous, are you?"
Jiang Xingzhou was furious as if he had been exposed. He grabbed Song Ci and pressed her into his arms. He pulled her hat to put it on her and prevented her from looking up at him.
"Isn't it possible? You liked him so much at that time."
Still a bit sour.
Song Ci took the initiative to hug him and patted his back: "He is the past tense, and you are my present tense and will also be my future tense."
She felt a little aggrieved again: "I told you before, you weren't jealous at that time.
If you hadn’t mentioned him, I would have forgotten who he was.”
Song Ci pouted and opened her mouth to bite his sweater.
A mouthful of fur.
Jiang Xingzhou thought so too and apologized to Song Ci: "I'm sorry, I just thought of him suddenly. I promise there won't be a next time."
"Hmph~"
"Song Song, please forgive me this time, okay~"
Song Ci was coaxed at once, but she didn't want to let him know so soon.
But since he has acted like a spoiled child, I will just have to forgive him reluctantly.
She said, "If you call me sister, I will forgive you."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"Sister~"
"Sister Song Ci~"
"Sister Song Song~"
"Sister Ci Ci~"
"Wife sister~"
Seeing that he was shouting more and more abnormally, and seemed a little addicted, Song Ci quickly got out of his arms and covered his mouth.
"Stop yelling!" she pouted fiercely.
Jiang Xingzhou's mouth was covered. He could speak, but he cooperated and didn't say anything. His eyes flickered around her face and he innocently stretched out his hand as if to swear.
Song Ci immediately breathed a sigh of relief and let him go.
"I promise there won't be a next time. I will definitely listen to the rich sister!"
What he said was quite loud and frightening, which scared Song Ci so much that she quickly came over and covered his mouth.
"You still say that!"
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
"How come you don't have any psychological burden at all?" Song Ci pouted and complained silently.
Jiang Xingzhou blinked. Of course he had no psychological burden.
Just treat it as a hobby.
Naturally, I didn’t dare tell Song Ci.
He once again answered with an innocent wink.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
She let go of his hand and turned on her computer: "Hurry up and get to work. I didn't write much yesterday. It's all your fault."
"Blame me." Jiang Xingzhou did not shirk the responsibility at all.
“Then I’ll continue working.”
Jiang Xingzhou didn't bring his computer, so he could only take out his mobile phone to start watching TV series.
He fetched paper and pen again and occasionally wrote down something.
Working together under the same roof again made both of them feel like they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so their efficiency was particularly high.
Song Ci typed more than 10,000 words without stopping for the whole morning, making up for what he didn't write yesterday.
It was noon time.
Song Ci asked: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Jiang Xingzhou took off his headphones and replied, "Just eat something. We'll have a big dinner tonight."
"Okay, can I go cook some noodles?"
"Sure, thank you for your hard work, Song Song~"
Jiang Xingzhou leaned over and kissed Song Ci on the mouth, then made a heart shape with his hands to her.
Song Ci blushed slightly: "Then you continue watching the show, I'll go make some noodles."
"good."
However, there is no food in this house.
Last time Jiang Xingzhou only bought ingredients for one meal, so now there is nothing to eat here.
Song Ci shrugged and ran to the convenience store downstairs to buy noodles and eggs.
Soon, the steaming noodles were ready.
She was serving rice in the kitchen and yelling, "It's time to eat~"
Jiang Xingzhou paused his phone call, stretched himself and replied, "Coming."
In fact, life is that simple.
Having each other and a bowl of steaming noodles is enough.