"Jiang Yiyu..."

"I can make you a dipping sauce. I recently learned a new method online. It seems quite delicious. It's a good time to try it."

"Brother Yi Yu..."

Jiang Yiyu put away the book in his hand and looked up at her: "You don't have to comfort me. Song Ming's worry is actually not wrong. If my sister fell in love with someone like me, I would be worried too."

"What kind of person are you? Don't define yourself so easily." Song Shengsheng hugged him gently and pressed him into her arms: "You are you, and they are them. You are different."

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, all the shit is around me."

"You promised me that you would take care of it soon, didn't you? I'm waiting for that day."

"I will." Jiang Yiyu raised his hand and hugged her waist tightly, sighing.

During the afternoon meal, Song Ming was silent the whole time, always looking at Wen Jing's eyes. Jiang Yiyu, on the other hand, was as usual, talking and laughing as needed, and was always trying to get Song Ming drinking.

After finishing the mutton hotpot meal, Song Mingrou got drunk without taking many bites.

He rested his forehead on the table, raised his glass, and shouted in Jiang Yiyu's direction: "Cheers! Don't leave until you're drunk!"

Grandpa Song shook his head helplessly: "This child, is there something on his mind? He drank so much."

Jiang Yiyu remained calm. In fact, when Song Ming was a little drunk, Jiang Yiyu had already secretly replaced the wine in his glass with water. Song Shengsheng and Wen Jing saw his little trick clearly, but no one exposed it.

After all, they didn't care about the grudge between Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming.

After dinner, the grandparents went out for a walk, and Song Shengsheng and Wen Jing sat in the living room talking.

Jiang Yiyu volunteered to send Song Ming back to his room to rest. He put Song Ming's arm on his shoulder and helped him out of the restaurant.

But when Song Shengsheng finished chatting with Wen Jing and was about to go back to the bedroom, she saw Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming, who was obviously drunk with his head down, sitting together in the corridor, feeling the cold wind. She felt a headache: "Jiang Yiyu, are you going to catch a cold with my brother?"

Jiang Yiyu turned around to look at her, smiling brightly: "This is also good."

"Crazy!" Song Shengsheng stepped forward and shook Song Ming's shoulders vigorously: "Brother, wake up! You will freeze to death if you don't wake up! Your wife doesn't want you anymore!"