"I was studying abroad at the time, so I didn't know much about her marriage."

As Chen Boyan spoke, he took two sips of tea.

Song Wanwan glanced at Rong Luchi, and Rong Luchi also turned his head to look at her.

Chen Boyan's reaction was a bit too strange.

He drinks water so frequently, he is definitely trying to hide something.

"Professor Chen, can I ask why you bought the Song family villa at such a high price?"

Song Wanwan was very confused about this matter.

Buy a second-hand house at three times the price.

He is a designer himself and can estimate the value of a house.

Song Jia's house today is quite expensive not only in terms of its location and architectural style.

It's not worth the triple price.

"I heard from Lu Chi that you have never married in your life. If you bought it as an investment, I'm afraid it's not worth it."

"Mr. Song is my old mentor. I just want to do my part."

Just when Song Wanwan hesitated for a moment and was about to speak again, Chen Boyan spoke first.

"It's true that I've never married. When you and Lu Chi get married, I'll give this house to you two as a wedding gift."

Chen Boyan said easily.

It's as if his life savings are not worth mentioning.

Song Wanwan was surprised again.

I don’t know if it was because of Chen Boyan’s action or because of his love for the whole family.

"That won't work. Professor Chen's gift is too valuable."

Song Wanwan refused.

Chen Boyan smiled, kind and elegant: "Indeed, with Lu Chi's status, he can afford any house he wants."

"Teacher, are you loving the whole house because you are a student or because you are an old friend?"

Rong Luchi saw that Song Wanwan was anxious, but he couldn't find out what was going on.

So, after thinking for a moment, he spoke up for Song Wanwan.

Chen Boyan was stunned, then lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

"As expected of the CEO of Rong Corporation, his eyes are truly poisonous." Chen Boyan did not deny it.

"Wanwan, when you have time, please accompany me to visit your grandpa. I haven't seen him for many years and I miss him a lot."

"Okay." Song Wanwan nodded.

Some stories seem to be too early to be heard.

"The food is served. Let's talk while we go. There's a long time to go, so there's no need to rush." ​​Rong Luchi held Song Wanwan's twisted little hands.

The warm palm temperature gradually calmed Song Wanwan's inner anxiety.

Chen Boyan just laughed it off.

The past is a pain that he will never be able to repair in his lifetime.

This meal was very warm and friendly.

At the dinner table, everyone chatted about some news in the industry, and Chen Boyan also praised Song Wanwan's work.

After dinner, Rong Luchi asked Mu Sen to take Chen Boyan back to his residence first.

He and Song Wanwan went for a walk on the beach not far from the restaurant.

The night breeze was blowing, and there were not many people on the restaurant's private beach.

The two of them walked hand in hand on the beach, stepping on the soft sand, listening to the waves gently lapping on the beach, and the comfortable feeling of the alarm clock function made people feel particularly relaxed and happy.

Song Wanwan hasn't spoken a word since he saw Chen Boyan off.

Walking slowly, thinking about some things in my mind.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I met Lu Baoer today, and she told me that I'm not actually Lu Yiming's daughter, not his biological daughter."

Song Wanwan did not hide it.

The wind messed up her long hair, adding a touch of laziness to her look.

Rong Luchi glanced at her cool and beautiful profile and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, with Lu Yiming's looks, he can't give birth to a daughter with your looks."

"Hmm?" Song Wanwan looked into his eyes curiously.

"Actually, Lu Bao'er isn't that ugly."

"It's not ugly, it's just that the facial features are on the face."

Song Wanwan was originally thinking about this matter, but when he heard these words, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"The facial features are on the face. I will say the same thing next time."

"You still need to ask your grandpa about this matter. I will go with you to visit your grandpa when I have time."

"good."

"Why did you interrupt me just now?" Song Wanwan remembered that he had interrupted her directly just now.

Obviously he didn't want her to ask anything.

"The teacher's reaction was obvious, but he didn't want to say it. It seemed like he had something to hide."

"Well, I always feel like he knows something, or rather, he actually knows my mother and knows her very well, and knows something."

"Um."

Song Wanwan nodded.

Reaching out to tuck the hair that was blown to his mouth by the wind behind his ears, Song Wanwan took a deep breath.

Looking at the quiet night view.

My restless heart was suddenly comforted.

As they were walking, Song Wanwan suddenly pretended to sprain his foot.

Rong Luchi was quick to steady her body.

"What's wrong? Twisted your ankle?"

Rong Luchi hugged Song Wanwan, his eyes full of care.

Looking at his worried look, Song Wanwan tried hard to suppress his smile.

"Well, I've been walking for too long. I can't walk anymore. My feet hurt."

Rong Luchi was originally very worried, but he saw that her tone was neither hurried nor slow.

His deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled: "Does your foot hurt?"

"Yeah." Song Wanwan's upturned eyes were sparkling with intelligence, sparkling brighter than stars.

"So what is it going to be like?"

"I want you to carry me on my back." Song Wanwan pretended to be coquettish.

When I said it out loud, I laughed so hard that I was shaking with laughter.

Rong Luchi stared fixedly at her fair smiling face.

See through but don’t speak out.

Know she did it on purpose.

But Rong Luchi still supported himself with his hands on his knees and bent down.

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