She is not as arrogant as Song Yaoyao, nor is she as moody as Song Jingwan.
Simple dialogue, gestures are not too intimate. But Song Wenchuan felt the long-lost warmth. He lowered his head and took a sip, his nose instantly sore.
"tasty?"
Song Weiwei's eyes flickered, she pursed her lower lip, and asked softly.
Song Wenchuan drank the chicken soup in one gulp, nodded with a smile, "It's delicious, very delicious—"
It's the taste of home.
He handed the bowl to Song Weiwei, "Is there any more? I want to drink another bowl."
"have."
Song Weiwei was a little flattered, she took it quickly, guessing that Song Wenchuan was probably busy and hadn't eaten yet, she filled a bowl of soup, and said: "I made some other things at night, specially reserved for my brother, untouched , shall I heat it up in the microwave for you to eat?"
Song Wenchuan pressed his stomach, it was very warm there.
The warm chicken soup just soothed his aching stomach.
He opened his lips, "Okay."
Microwaves heat up meals quickly, just a few minutes.
Several of Song Wenchuan's favorite dishes were placed in front of the table. His hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and he raised his eyes to meet Song Weiwei's, full of anticipation.
When Song Wenchuan looked at it, he looked away embarrassedly.
Song Wenchuan finally believed that the food that Song Weiwei said was specially reserved for him was true.
This younger sister, whom he rarely paid attention to, already knew his preferences so well in private.
"Vivi."
Song Wenchuan ate all the food. He watched Song Weiwei tidy up the dishes, and suddenly called her, "Thank you."
"Huh? Thank you. If brother likes it, I'll make it for you every day." Song Weiwei laughed, and she said softly, "We are a family."
She has no family, and neither does Song Wenchuan.
Since Song Jingwan doesn't know how to cherish it, why can't she be allowed to have this affection
She will definitely cherish it.
family…
When Song Wenchuan finished washing and lay down on the bed, these three words still kept echoing in his mind.
His stomach was warm, and he hadn't had such a satisfying meal for a long time.
Song Wenchuan never thought that one day, the family affection he longed for would be obtained from the younger sister whom he rarely noticed.
His body fell into the soft bed, and Song Wenchuan quickly fell into a deep sleep.
It wasn't long before he fell asleep when he was awakened by a call from his cell phone that reminded him of his death.
The heart beats fast, like a drum.
Song Wenchuan was dizzy and almost doubted whether he would die suddenly in the next second.
He sat up and picked up his phone, "Jing Wan?"
"Brother! Help me contact Song Yaoyao! Song Yaoyao harmed me!!"
The sharp, nervous words gave Song Wenchuan a severe headache.
He frowned, "Jingwan, you are in country H, and Yaoyao is in country Hua. And with Yaoyao's temperament, she will never take the initiative to harm anyone."
"You don't believe me?? You would rather believe Song Yaoyao than me?! Do you know what I have become now? I have become an old woman!! The vitality of my skin is constantly losing! I will become more and more Getting older! Isn't Song Yaoyao good at medicine? She did all of this, and she hurt me!!"
The sharp voice forced Song Wenchuan to move the phone away, he took a deep breath, "She has no motive to harm you, I trust her."
"Oh, what did you say?"
Song Jingwan sneered, "Are you my brother? Why do you always turn your elbows out? You never regard me as a younger sister, right? Song Yaoyao has made me like this, and you still only trust her?"