"Let's book a restaurant tonight and have dinner together. Last time, we said we would invite Mianmian, Jiang Mo and the others to dinner, but we didn't."

Song Wanwan took Rong Luchi's car back to the apartment, ready to have lunch with his grandfather and Professor Chen.

To be precise, it was her father.

But she was still a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

Rong Luchi reached out and unbuckled her seat belt.

He pinched her fair little face and said lovingly, "Okay, then let's book Jiang's private kitchen. Whatever cuisine you like, I'll ask Mu Sen to arrange a chef tonight."

Song Wanwan was about to get off the car with her bag. When she heard this, her cat eyes lit up slightly: "The power of capital, the workers admire it."

I've heard of arranging cuisine, but I've never heard of directly arranging chefs.

"You'll get used to it in the future, Madam Rong."

"Okay, Mr. Rong." Song Wanwan responded sweetly with a smile on her face, preparing to push the door and get out of the car.

Rong Luchi withdrew his hand, placed it on the steering wheel, and watched her get out of the car with a serious look in his eyes.

Those deep, clear black eyes seemed a little lost.

Song Wanwan pushed open the car door and prepared to get out, a cunning look flashed in his cat eyes.

Then, she quickly turned around, leaned forward obediently, and placed a sweet kiss on the side of his cheek with a pout.

"Muma~ Bye, husband, remember to think of me."

Song Wanwan said this mischievously and got out of the car with a smile on her face.

She closed the car door, bent down and looked out the window at the gentle and handsome man smiling in the car.

"Okay, I'll always think of my wife."

Rong Luchi lowered his eyes and stared at her, a gentle smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Drive safely."

"Okay, you go up first. I'll leave after you get up."

"Okay." Song Wanwan bent down and waved his hand. When he stood up, he supported his lower back.

Rong Luchi understood immediately.

It seems that I can’t be too indulgent in the future, otherwise my little wife won’t be able to bear it.

Song Wanwan turned around and slowly walked towards the elevator, looking back every few steps.

Looking at each other through the window, the two people's attention was always on each other.

Song Wanwan turned around and made a heart shape with her hands, then took a few steps and turned back around and pouted.

It was only a dozen steps, but she walked for several minutes.

"I'm going up~"

"Okay." Rong Luchi watched her enter the elevator and responded in a calm voice.

"Hehe." Seeing that the elevator door was closed, Song Wanwan immediately opened it again, lay on the elevator door frame, stuck out his little head and looked out.

Rong Luchi put his left hand on the car window and tilted his head to look at her: "Be good, go up, it's dangerous to play with the elevator."

"Okay, I'll listen to my husband." Song Wanwan blew her a kiss, stood back with a sweet smile, and closed the elevator door.

Rong Luchi watched the elevator rising for a long time, then backed up and left.

Song Wanwan got into the elevator and couldn't help thinking of him as soon as they parted.

It doesn’t matter, he’ll just be busy for a while, and then he can go home and have fun.

Song Wanwan was full of anticipation. When the elevator door opened, she walked to her door and unlocked it with her fingerprint.

"I'm back."

When Song Wanwan walked in, he saw the two elders playing Go on the balcony.

"Wanwan is back."

"Where's Lu Chi? Didn't he come back with you? Isn't he on vacation these days?"

The two elders saw Song Wanwan and turned their heads to look at the door at the same time.

"He didn't come back to the company. He said that we should go to the restaurant for dinner together in the evening. I will come back to accompany you at noon."

Song Wanwan changed into a pair of slippers and put down her bag.

She looked at the warm scene on the balcony and wanted to call grandpa, but hesitated for a moment.

If he called him grandpa, he would be embarrassed if he couldn't call him dad.

The two elders looked at her, as if waiting for something.

Song Wanwan opened his lips, but immediately fell silent again.

"I'll go wash some fruit. I'm going to the bridal shop at noon to try on the new wedding dress with Mianmian."

"Let me take you there. I also need to go out and pick out a suitable suit." Professor Chen said with a smile.

"Sure, when are you guys done? What time are we going out?"

"Now." Chen Bomin immediately stood up and glanced at the old man.

Grandpa Song immediately nodded in agreement: "Then let's do it now."

"OK."

Song Wanwan nodded: "I'll go wash some fruit."

"No, we old men don't like to eat those fruits."

“Why don’t we go now?”