Song Shengsheng changed her shoes and walked straight into the dining room connected to the living room. She placed the lunch box on the wooden dining table and glanced at Jiang Yiyu while taking off her coat. "Sit down for a while. I'll heat up the food."

"good."

Jiang Yiyu sat down on the sofa, turned his head and watched her put her coat on the back of the chair, then took out a black apron from the hook next to the glass door of the kitchen, tied it around her waist with her back hand, and simply tied up her long hair with a rubber band. A strand of hair was left outside the low ponytail. Song Shengsheng didn't notice it and just turned and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Yiyu stared at her for a while, picked up an upside-down clean teacup from the coffee table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, took a sip, and it was very bitter.

He casually flipped through the book that Song Shengsheng had placed upside down on the armrest of the sofa and patiently read a few pages.

Song Shengsheng heated up the food, brought it out and placed it on the dining table, then naturally asked Jiang Yiyu to eat.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Yiyu turned the book back to the first page and put it back in its original place. Then he stood up with his teacup and walked towards the kitchen.

He sat down opposite Song Shengsheng and took the chopsticks she handed him: "Thank you, you've worked hard."

Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "About the extra pairs of chopsticks. By the way, have you washed your hands?"

Jiang Yiyu shook his head.

"Blame me, I forgot to tell you."

Song Shengsheng turned and pointed to the door near the entrance: "That's the bathroom in the living room. Go wash your hands first. I'll wait for you. I'll show you the rest of the place after we finish our meal."

"good."

Song Shengsheng looked at Jiang Yiyu's back and took a deep breath. She really brought this man home.

But before she could think any more, she heard Jiang Yiyu ask, "Shengsheng, which towel can I use?"

Song Shengsheng put down her phone and hurried over. She knocked on the door lightly, and after getting a response, she pushed it open and walked in.

"I'll get you a new one."

"Okay." Jiang Yiyu stepped aside.

Song Shengsheng squatted down and took out a new white towel from the cabinet under the sink and handed it to him: "By the way, you tonight..."

"Can I stay?"

"Huh?" Song Shengsheng was stunned for a moment: "But you didn't bring anything."

"Yeah, then I'll leave after dinner." Jiang Yiyu lowered his head in pretended disappointment and wiped his hands slowly.

Song Shengsheng looked at him and thought for a moment: "Actually, it's okay not to leave. It's really too late now. After dinner, I'll look for clothes my brother left at home."

"Isn't it inappropriate?" Jiang Yiyu suppressed the joy in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's legal."

The two smiled at each other.

After dinner, Song Shengsheng gave Jiang Yiyu a brief introduction of her home, but when it came to where he would sleep tonight, she was at a loss again.

There are only three bedrooms in the house, two of which she connected to make a study, so now there is only one bedroom with a bed.

Although they got a marriage certificate, to be honest, it was still a bit shy and awkward for them to sleep together at the very beginning of their relationship.

Jiang Yiyu saw her dilemma and said sympathetically, "I can sleep on the sofa like Song Ming."