She tried to calm down and typed a long paragraph, which basically told him to go to bed early, drink more hot water, smoke less, etc. But before sending it, she read it through in a low voice and felt it was a bit long-winded.

She wasn't sure if Jiang Yiyu would find her annoying, and she remembered the so-called love tutorial she had seen before, which said that boys don't like girls who are too proactive, and that you should play it safe, show three outwardly outwardly outwardly and keep seven in your heart, keep him hanging, maintain mystery, and keep him guessing, so that the boy will never let her go.

So Song Shengsheng deleted the long string of text and just replied: Okay, good night.

But she didn't expect that Jiang Yiyu actually sent her a three-second voice message. Song Shengsheng hesitated for a long time. She put the phone close to her ear and clicked it. Jiang Yiyu's magnetic and lazy voice with a faint smile bloomed in her ears: "Good night, sweet dreams."

Song Shengsheng's heartbeat quickened again. She clenched her hands to suppress the urge to scream, buried her face in the pillow, and calmed down for a while. She opened the voice call again and listened to it next to her ear. The voice was really close, as if Jiang Yiyu was talking into her ear.

Tell it to her alone.

That night, Song Shengsheng listened to Jiang Yiyu's voice countless times. It was not until four or five in the morning that she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and closed her eyes contentedly.

In the morning, Wang Jing saw that she hadn't come downstairs for breakfast yet, so she asked Song Ming to knock on the door and ask. Song Ming swallowed the bun in his mouth and said unhappily, "Why are you yelling? Jiang Yiyu came again in the middle of the night last night. I don't know what the two of them whispered about. Shengsheng must still be asleep now!"

"Ah?" Wang Jing was startled.

Song Ming knew that his words were ambiguous, so he quickly added, "He didn't come in, and Song Shengsheng didn't go out either."

"Oh." Wang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of water from the cup. "Your father and I are quite satisfied with the relationship between Yiyu and Shengsheng. There's nothing wrong with Yiyu except his family. We know him well, and they're a good match. Shengsheng likes him too. They're all good."

"But don't you think their marriage is a bit too hasty?"

"Is it hasty?"

Wang Jing put down the cup. "Your sister has always liked Jiang Yiyu, you know that. Your father and I have a very simple idea. Life is only a few decades long, and being able to be with the person you love is truly a blessing. Besides, Shengsheng is the daughter of our Song family. With you and us backing her up, she has no shortage of people who like her, and we are not afraid of trial and error. There's nothing wrong with allowing her to fall in love with the right person."

Knowing his parents' thoughts, Song Ming didn't say anything more.

…

Song Shengsheng slept until the afternoon. When she woke up, she opened her phone and saw the WeChat message Jiang Yiyu sent her. She read it from the beginning and found that they were all trivial matters.

Starting at eight in the morning, Jiang Yiyu asked her if she was awake. About half an hour later, he took a photo of her eating breakfast: It’s time to buy new cereal. Do you like the one with freeze-dried fruit?

After a while, he sent a selfie in the mirror at the gym: There are so few people here on Sundays, I was just met by a fan and was praised.

After that, he was preparing to have lunch. The boiled beef and vegetables in the photo didn’t look appetizing at all: Wait until I finish filming this drama, and then go eat hotpot with me!

The last message was a voice message sent ten minutes ago. Song Shengsheng put the phone close to her ear and clicked it. "Little Shengsheng, did you forget you promised me last night to message me back today?" Jiang Yiyu's voice was a little sad. The next message was: "You're not awake yet, are you?"

Song Shengsheng was about to reply when another message popped up in the chat box: Do you think I'm annoying? This is my first time chasing a girl and I have no experience.

This is not inexperience at all. Song Shengsheng felt that her little heart was about to be melted by his clumsy attention to detail.

She fell back onto the bed, phone in hand, her mouth stretched almost to her ears. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking. She mumbled a reply to him under her breath while typing as fast as she could: "Sorry, I wasn't checking my phone. I like cereal with freeze-dried fruit, and I know a great hot pot restaurant. Let's go together next time."

After Song Shengsheng finished typing a line of words, she read it softly and then nervously clicked send. After a second or two, she added: I don’t feel annoyed, because this is the first time I’m being pursued.

After sending the message, she was a little afraid to look at Jiang Yiyu's reply. She quickly turned the phone upside down on the bed and covered her face with the quilt.

As her cell phone vibrated, Song Shengsheng took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She reached out for the phone, carefully unlocked it and took a look. She couldn't help laughing out loud, and her heart, which had just been barely suppressed, started pounding again.

Jiang Yiyu replied: What should I do? I want to see you now.

As expected, Song Shengsheng couldn't sleep again that night. She stood in the cloakroom, comparing the clothes she would wear when she went to get her marriage certificate tomorrow.

Song Ming passed by her room and saw that the light in her room was still on, so he knocked on the door and walked in after getting permission.

He stopped at the door of Song Shengsheng's cloakroom, leaning against the door frame, and looked at her lazily: "It's almost done, isn't it just getting a marriage certificate? As for not even sleeping?"

Song Shengsheng glanced at him and said, "Of course. If nothing unexpected happens, this is the only time I'll get married, so of course it has to be formal. Brother, what do you think I should wear tomorrow?"

Song Ming snorted disdainfully. He looked at the two sets of clothes Song Shengsheng held up, hesitated for a moment, and then pointed at the white shirt dress on her left: "Wear the white one, it's more formal. Take a few more photos later, which can also be used on the divorce certificate."

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