The arc of Song Yuhang's lips became bigger and bigger, and the love flowing in his chest almost overflowed.
Her heart was beating wildly, and there was an unreal feeling of stepping on a cloud.
She touched her lips, recalling what she said just now, then turned her back and supported her forehead with her hands, barely restraining her desire to jump up.
This feeling is so wonderful, it makes her more joyful and excited than receiving a reward for meritorious service.
Lin Yan watched her series of actions, completely lost the maturity and stability of a middle-aged man, and laughed: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Yuhang turned around abruptly, and pressed her shoulder: "Lin Yan, I want to..."
Lin Yan covered her lips with one hand, and pointed to the empty space beside her with the other.
A group of people are walking here.
Song Yuhang's complexion changed, he almost beat his chest, slammed the car door, and walked towards the driver's seat aggressively.
Fang Xin got into the car: "What's wrong with Team Song?"
Lin Yan propped his hands on the window of the car, squinting at her, with a smile on his lips, and his sudden glance was full of charm.
"Probably hungry."
Song Yuhang: "..."
Zheng Chengrui touched his belly: "Actually... I'm a little hungry too."
Duan Cheng's stomach just happened to grunt.
Several people giggled and laughed.
Song Yuhang opened the car window to let the cool night breeze in to blow away the heat, shook his head, a little helpless, and signaled Lin Yan with his eyes:
Go home and wait for me.
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows fearlessly: Just wait and wait.
Because it was getting late, most restaurants were closed, and the group had a casual meal at a roadside stall.
Lin Yan lost interest after a few mouthfuls.
Seeing her sleepy look, Song Yuhang knew that she was probably tired. After all, she still had injuries on her body. Today she had another fight, so he sent them home after a couple of bites.
"Captain Song, just let me down at the intersection ahead." Fang Xin picked up his bag, waited for the car to stop, got up and opened the door.
Song Yuhang rolled down the car window to say goodbye to them: "Be careful on the road."
Fang Xin waved his hand: "Okay, you guys should go back early too."
When the car drove away, she looked at Duan Cheng who was standing beside her: "Why did you come down?"
"My family lives here too."
Fang Xin took two steps forward, Duan Cheng followed suit.
"Can't you go over there on such a wide road?"
Duan Cheng shook his head and pointed straight ahead: "My house is on the side of the road."
Fang Xin: "..."
At the end, seeing a stall selling Mala Tang in front of him, Duan Cheng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed her and ran away.
"Hey, why, men and women can't kiss each other!"
"Are you full?" Duan Cheng turned around, smiling a bit like a big boy.
Fang Xin nodded, then shook his head again.
Duan Cheng ran to the Malatang stand in one breath: "That's it, let's eat more, boss, two bowls of Malatang, medium spicy and medium spicy, one bowl..."
He glanced at Fang Xin, and blurted out: "No coriander, more vinegar, and two bottles of Arctic Ocean."
"Come on!" After a while, two bowls of steaming hot Malatang came to the table.
Duan Cheng put the straw into the drink bottle and handed it to her, while he blew on the bottle directly.
Fang Xin mixed the seasoning in the bowl well: "How do you know I don't eat coriander?"
Duan Cheng buried his head in sucking fans, concealing the unnaturalness that flashed in his eyes: "Well... When you eat in the cafeteria, you always pick out the coriander in the bowl every time."
As soon as Fang Xin's heart warmed up, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Boss, another bottle of Arctic Ocean, I'll treat you."
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After sending Zheng Chengrui home, Lin Yan was drowsy and leaned back in the chair. Song Yuhang squeezed her hand and turned up the air conditioner.
"Hang on, it's almost there."
Lin Yan moved a bit, looked up and saw that the car window was not the way back to the villa.
"Where is this going?"
"my home."
"..."
Song Yuhang parked the car in the garage and pulled her out, Lin Yan shrank back slowly.
"I won't go, don't pull me..."
Song Yuhang half hugged and half hugged and dragged the man upstairs: "You haven't been home for several months, the villa can't live in people, and you have to clean it up."
Lin Yan struggled, and the voice-activated light in the corridor suddenly turned on. She lowered her voice, her face flushed slightly.
"Then I can go to open a room. What's the matter if I follow you home at such a late hour, your mother must not kill me!"
Song Yuhang smiled, and directly carried the man up a flight of stairs, while Lin Yan reached out and grabbed the handrail of the stairs.
The two were deadlocked.
"My mother is not like your father, who is always screaming and screaming, dying or living, you will know it when you see it."
"That's not okay, I'll just go see her like this?!" Lin Yan's ideal meeting parents should be brightly dressed, clean and tidy, and meet in high-end restaurants. Buying gifts, it's not like now, with a plain face, with hospital gowns inside and Song Yuhang's coat on the outside, neither fish nor fowl.
Lin Yan waited for a while, and wanted to run down again, but was dragged back, and Song Yuhang dragged her up, panting slightly.
"What's the matter now, I think it's very good, if you really dress up like a fanatic, ask my mother to meet in a high-end hotel, and give luxury clothes and bags as soon as you open your mouth, she will be really scared, okay? ?”
Lin Yan struggled, and was hugged in his arms, dragging her up from behind.
"What kind of delusional, can you speak?!"
"Okay, okay." Song Yuhang had no choice but to push him against the wall, and reached out to ring the doorbell.
"You are the prettiest, you are the cutest, you are the smartest, you are the wittiest..."
The more I say it, the more ashamed I am.
Lin Yan covered her mouth.
The door opened.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Lin Yan stopped immediately, stroked his hair and clothes twice, and obediently stood beside Song Yuhang, trying to make the smile on his face more friendly.
"Hello, Auntie."
"Mom, this is Lin Yan."
Mother Song looked at Lin Yan, from head to toe, and then at her daughter's hand on his shoulder, a bewildered smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she warmly welcomed him in.
"Come, come, come in, Lin Ge's younger sister, she really looks alike! Why are you wearing so little? Oh, my hands are cold, Yu Hang, bring the hot water bottle, and bring a thick dress for her to put on!"
Lin Yan felt that her face was not frozen tonight, but from a smile.
Why isn't this the same style of painting as she thought
In her impression, Song Yuhang lost his father when he was young, and his elder brother died shortly afterwards. The elders who can support such a family should be as firm and tenacious as her, and even as unsmiling and unreasonable as Lin Youyuan of.
However, although Mama Song has white hair, is wearing winter home clothes, and the slippers on her feet are not new, even a bit old, and her face is full of wrinkles and lines, but her expression is so kind and gentle, with a smile on her face. There is not a trace of fakery in it.
Lin Yan felt relieved: "Thank you, don't bother."
Song Yuhang came out with a blanket, asked her to take off her coat and wrapped it up, and stuffed the warm water bottle into her arms.
Mother Song poured a cup of hot water for her to warm her hands. Seeing that she hadn't sat down, she dragged her to sit down by the stove again.
The Song family did not turn on the air conditioner, and still used the most primitive coal stove for heating, with a long chimney leading to the outside.
The fire was burning hot, so Mama Song added a few more pieces of coal into it.
"I saw your brother in the hospital last time, and said that you were seriously injured. Are you better?"
Lin Yan was still a little cautious, she was used to talking carelessly, opening and closing her mouth to fuck your mother, but suddenly she was asked to pretend to be virtuous and virtuous, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere, and couldn't sit still.
Seeing Mother Song handing her water, she quickly stood up and took it with one hand, but it was wrong, so she took it with both hands.
"Okay... much better..."
"Oh, this kid, why are you being so polite? Sit down, here, eat oranges, melon seeds, fruit plate, sugar, take it yourself, take it yourself, Yuhang, take the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake that your sister brought back from her business trip last time take it out… "
After a while, the coffee table in front of me was magically filled with all kinds of fruits and snacks.
The corners of Song Yuhang's lips twitched: You are not so enthusiastic when I go home.
She dragged her voice and said: "Mom, she is still a sick patient, her stomach can't eat those—"
Mother Song turned her head and said viciously: "I can't eat it now, why don't I take it home to eat?"
Lin Yan held the orange in one hand and stuffed the candy in the other, but he didn't dare to refuse, his scalp was numb, and he wanted to cry but couldn't cry.
"Enough, enough, Auntie, too much..."
She now looks like a house cat with lowered brows and claws. Song Yuhang couldn't help laughing, leaned on the sofa and smiled with his head down.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Don't give it to her. She really can't eat. Is there any food in the refrigerator?" Song Yuhang laughed enough and started to help his girlfriend. He took her to sit beside him, held her hand Put one of the oranges in her pocket to warm up on the stove, take out the candies in her pocket and put them in the fruit bowl, leaving only a few in her hands to pass the time for her to eat.
"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier, you haven't eaten at such a late hour, have you eaten even if you are bored?"
The lights in the corridor were dim, so I didn't look carefully, only to see that Lin Yan's face was not very good, and he was still wearing a hospital gown! Mama Song's motherly love overflowed, and she suddenly felt distressed.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, and you too. I know that people have a bad stomach, and they don't let them eat in the evening. Just leave the hospital, let's make a bed tonight, and tomorrow Auntie will make delicious food for you."
Song's mother looked at her sitting there, she was not as tall as Song Yuhang, thin and small, her chin was so sharp that it could cut someone to death, her face was bigger than her palm, and she was still alive and kicking no matter how much she struggled with her own, she was tall and had long legs and broad shoulders, The daughter-in-law with arms full of tendons formed a stark contrast.
For a while, the male was silent and the female was crying.
When will Song Yuhang be able to learn from others, not to mention how delicate he is, at least he must look like a woman!
It’s really that the more I look at other people’s children, the more I like them, and the more I look at my own children, the worse I feel. Coupled with the scene in the corridor in the hospital that day, Mother Song felt more sympathy for this child.
I think there is also a reason why Song Yuhang was able to bring people home late at night. Not only did Mother Song not care about her sudden interruption, but she was also very enthusiastic, which made Lin Yan even more embarrassed. At the same time, listening to her words, never From the moment I entered the door, there was always a warmth in my chest.
It turns out... is this a normal family
She has a completely different way of speaking and getting along with Lin Youyuan, as well as the ubiquitous care and love for her children, and even loves the house and Wu's daughter's friends. The last time she experienced this kind of warmth was from Mama Chen.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan's eyes became hot: "Don't bother, Auntie..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhang walked into the kitchen with his arms around his mother's shoulders, and gave Lin Yan a reassuring look, signaling her to sit down for a while.
"Mom, let me help you, just light." Song Yuhang said, and opened the refrigerator door.
"Go, go, don't get in the way here." Mother Song brushed him away, took a handful of shallots from the refrigerator, and washed them.
"There is still the leftover chicken soup from the afternoon in the refrigerator. That's right, it's the soup Gu. Take it out and heat it up, and it can be used as the soup base later."
Mother Song first turned on the fire to boil the water, and while washing the vegetables, she scolded: "You said, why didn't you say that there would be guests coming to the house today, and mother should make preparations early. It's good now, everything is left."
Song Yuhang put the soup pot on the fire and smiled: "Mom, she won't mind."
Mother Song suddenly let out a long sigh while washing the dishes: "Oh, if you want me to say, it's fine if you break up with Lin Ge, it's fine if he has good conditions, but after all, he's from a wealthy family—"
Song's mother lowered her voice and told her what she saw in the hospital corridor that day. The smile on Song Yuhang's face gradually faded, and he frowned, still feeling a little sorry for Lin Yan.
"Look, she's a pretty little girl. Her life and death are still uncertain, and her stepmother and father have already started to think about the funeral. Then the stepmother is younger than her, really..." Mother Song shook her head and poured it into the pot. Noodle.
"Although it's not a family, we don't need to marry such a wealthy family."
She said this with the intention of comforting Song Yuhang and fearing that she would be sad, but unexpectedly Song Yuhang laughed, scooping up the soup in the pot and turning his head to look at his mother.
"Mom, what do you think of Lin Yan?"
Song's mother recalled the scene of the meeting just now, her appearance and temperament.
"It's pretty good. She doesn't have the airs of a young lady, and she is polite, but a little reserved."
Song Yuhang said heartily: Fortunately, you have never seen her when she cursed.
"It's the first time to be a guest at someone's house, and it's inevitable to be nervous."
Mother Song laughed and added fresh vegetables to the hot chicken soup.
"That's true. I'm a colleague with you. It's not easy to be a policeman when you're young and good-looking."
As soon as this was mentioned, Song Yuhang revealed a little pride in the corners of his brows and eyes: "That's right, I'm still a technical policeman, a forensic doctor."
"Oh, this is amazing, the little girl must be too courageous!" Song's mother was more excited than she was, and she didn't feel disgusted or puzzled by Lin Yan's career.
Song Yuhang's heart was half relieved: "Mom, are you taboo about this?"
Mother Song gave her a strange look: "What's so taboo about this? I haven't seen you have any taboos when the portraits of your father and brother are placed in the center of the living room every day. This is a good deed and a good deed."
Song Yuhang's heart was half relieved again, she swallowed her saliva, rubbed against her mother, and helped her pick up the cooked noodles.
"Mom, do you mind having another daughter like Lin Yan?"
The question was tactful, although Song's mother felt that there was a little weirdness that could not be explained, but she didn't think deeply about it, and laughed and scolded.
"Oh, that's good, as long as it's not like you, I'm afraid people will look down on me."
Song Yuhang dragged his voice to complain: "Mom—"
Listening to the faint chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, Lin Yan's heart was always warm. She grabbed a handful of melon seeds and kneaded them while looking at the furnishings in the house.
Compared with her house, this is not luxurious, even a bit shabby and simple, but it is much more popular than her villa.
However, in a house with two bedrooms and one living room, careful decoration can be seen everywhere, such as cartoon hooks for hanging keys on the entrance hall, and flowers on the dining room.
The sofa is small and soft, and there are a few books on the background wall. Chlorophytum hangs down to add a bit of greenery, and a family portrait hangs next to it.
The coal stove is placed in the middle of the room, and opposite is the TV. Next to the TV are two black and white portraits. The people on them are dressed in police uniforms and are somewhat similar to Song Yuhang.
Lin Yan put down the melon seeds and walked over, picked up the sandalwood on the altar and lit it, clasped his palms together and bowed for a few times before inserting it into the incense burner again.
She was so focused that the kitchen door opened at some point. The more Song's mother looked at the child, the more she liked it.
Lin Yan came back to his senses, seeing that they were all looking at him, his face blushed, and the eloquent person muttered: "Ah... I..."
Mother Song put the bowl in her hand on the table, with a smile on her brows and eyes: "Hurry up, hurry up, why are you still standing there, go wash your hands and eat."
Song Yuhang dragged her into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands with her from behind.
"Why do you want to pay homage to my father and brother?"
Lin Yan's face was still red, and she let her hand pass through her fingertips, squeezed the hand sanitizer foam, and rinsed off together.
"Ah... I'll go when I see it."
I just feel that Song Yuhang's father and elder brother died young, so they should also be good policemen who devoted themselves to their duties and served the people wholeheartedly.
Such a person deserves her respect.
Song Yuhang wiped her hands clean with a towel, held her face in his hands, and rubbed her face: "My mother likes you very much."
Lin Yan looked confused: "Huh?"
Her brain seemed to be on hold tonight.
She...she was dressed like this, without any gifts, and she liked the unexpected visit.
While there was no one around, Mother Song was arranging the tableware outside. Song Yuhang's heart felt hot, and he held her face and pecked his lips.
"Well, it's not only my mother, but me too. I like everything about you."
Looking at herself reflected in her clear eyes, she has never been so affirmed by others.
Lin Yan's eyes became hot, he bowed his lips, and thumped her shoulder.
"Yuhang, are you ready?" Song's mother shouted outside: "Don't dawdle, eat while it's hot."
Song Yuhang wanted to make out with her again, but Lin Yan covered her lips.
"I'm hungry."
Song Yuhang was helpless, and Song's mother was urging her hard, so she had to drag her out together.
The two sat down separately.
Song Yuhang picked up the noodles in his bowl: "Mom, why does she have poached eggs and I don't?!"
Lin Yan's bowl was filled with chicken soup, with clear oily flakes floating, accompanied by green leafy vegetables, and a few chicken breasts with two poached eggs on top.
On the other hand, her bowl didn't even have a piece of meat except chicken soup.
In Song Yuhang's desolation, there is a touch of sadness, in the sadness there is a touch of humor, in the humor there is a touch of warmth.
What's warm is that her mother didn't treat Lin Yan as an outsider.
Mother Song took off her apron and hung it on the back of the kitchen door: "Oh, it's your size, are you sorry? Let's eat it!"
Song Yuhang muttered: "What's wrong with my figure, I have a pretty good figure, full of muscles, you can't appreciate it."
Only at home, in front of Lin Yan, would Song Yuhang relax and show his childish side.
Taking advantage of Mama Song's inattention, Lin Yan put a piece of meat into her bowl, mouthing: eat quickly.
Song Yuhang's heart was full of bullying: My girlfriend still loves me.
The interaction between you and me did not escape Mother Song's eyes, she shook her head and smiled, thinking, the two children have such a good relationship.
"You guys eat, I'm going to bed first, Yuhang, I'll wash the dishes after dinner, clean towels and toiletries are in the bathroom cabinet, I'll give them to Yanyan later, if it's cold, I'll take you The air conditioner in the room is turned on, and I have turned on the electric blanket for you... "
Mother Song babbled, and Song Yuhang stood up to see off the guests: "Got it, Mom, go to bed quickly, don't you have to get up early tomorrow to go dancing with Aunt Wang?"
Lin Yan watched her standing, wiped the corner of her lips before swallowing a mouthful of noodles and stood up: "A... Auntie, go to bed early."
"Hey, what are you doing? Sit down and eat. It's okay. I don't think you feel comfortable here. Yuhang greets you. Tomorrow is the weekend. Don't leave if you are tired. Auntie will make it at noon. food."
Lin Yan just wanted to refuse, but Mother Song didn't give her a chance at all, and waved her hand to signal her to sit back and eat quickly, smiled again, and closed the door of her own room.
Song Yuhang pulled a tissue for her, looked at the noodles in her bowl, Lin Yan sat down, guarded the food, and looked at her vigilantly.
"Have you finished eating?"
"Enough to eat." Lin Yan moved the bowl to his side.
Song Yuhang laughed: "Be obedient, don't eat too much, you won't digest at night."
"… Oh."
Lin Yan reluctantly watched her take most of the noodles from her bowl, leaving only meat and vegetables, and the eggs remained untouched, so she began to eat contentedly.
Song Yuhang finished eating in two or three bites: "Eat first, I'll fill the bathtub with water, after a while you can just put it in the sink after eating, and I'll wash it."
After Lin Yan finished eating and the water in the bathtub was put away, Song Yuhang rummaged through the box to find pajamas.
She basically doesn't wear thick winter home clothes like her mother at home. She is used to short-sleeved T-shirts all year round, and it took a long time to find a pair of long-sleeved T-shirts.
"You make do with it first, and we'll go to the mall to buy new ones tomorrow."
"This is a change of clothes, I'll carry them to you." Song Yuhang walked into the bathroom stepping on slippers, took a new pair of slippers for her from the shelf, and took out the toiletries one by one.
"This is a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash cup..."
"The facial cleanser is here."
She pointed out the location for her one by one.
"Have you tried to see if the water temperature is right? I didn't put too much water in it. After all, you still have a wound on your shoulder, so it won't hurt if you touch it."
Lin Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that the water temperature was just right, and Song Yuhang carefully put a disposable bathtub cover on the bottom of the bathtub.
"I seldom use it, mostly in the shower, I'm afraid you will feel unhygienic."
She scratched her head and smiled, a little embarrassed, seeing Lin Yan started to unbutton her clothes, and quickly slipped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Then you wash first, and call me if you need anything."
Lin Yan's soft words made her unable to move: "Officer Song, I can't take off this side, can you help me?"
Song Yuhang turned around slowly, Lin Yan had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were coquettish and wanton.
The tail sound is light and slow, which is intriguing enough.
Lin Yan's brown curly hair hangs down on her shoulders, without makeup, but looks more and more elegant and refined.
However, listening to her words, looking at her eyes, the arc of her lips, her bare feet stepping on the ground, her toes were slightly curled up because of the cold.
A word popped out of Song Yuhang's mind instantly: vixen.
intrinsic.
Between the long stalemate and staring at each other, the hot air engulfed the sight, and something gradually heated up and fermented in the narrow bathroom.
Song Yuhang swallowed, and walked over slowly.