Song Ming looked at Song Shengsheng, then at Jiang Yiyu, and smiled: "Okay, I understand, Jiang Yiyu, you just want her to control you strongly, watch you, and preferably have you tied to her belt wherever you go, right?"

Jiang Yiyu didn't say anything.

Song Shengsheng clicked his tongue and said, "Don't put it on your belt. This is too exaggerated."

Song Ming reached out and took a bottle of wine from the table, taking a long sip from the bottle. "That's not an exaggeration at all. That's what he thinks. The more you watch him, the more secure he feels. If you ask me, Jiang Yiyu has some strange tendencies."

Jiang Yiyu nudged him with his arm: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Just tell me, you've been making such a fuss for so long, isn't this your request? If you go a little further, you just want her to be jealous and pay more attention to you, right?"

Song Shengsheng held the cigarette box in his hand and looked at Jiang Yiyu: "Is that it?"

Song Mingdao said, "Do you think he has any great future? After such a long time, I have really seen clearly that Jiang Yiyu is clueless and has no opinion when he meets you. You don't need to think too much about it, just take care of him."

Jiang Yiyu touched the bridge of his nose and muttered softly, "Not really."

Song Ming glanced at him and said, "My sister, there's nothing wrong with her. She just has no patience and doesn't like being clingy 24 hours a day. You should give her some time and space. And then, if you have a conflict, if you don't think it's a big problem, then she'll give you a way out. You should stop while you're ahead. Come down quickly. If you really make her temper rise, Jiang Yiyu, don't blame me for not telling you. If you chase Song Shengsheng again, it's not just a normal wife-chasing crematorium. You should take it easy."

After he finished speaking, he put down the bottle in his hand and said, "Okay, the problem is solved, right? Do you two have to be awkward for a while?"

Neither of them spoke.

Song Ming smiled and said, "This family would have to break up without me. It's almost seven o'clock now, aren't you two going to eat?"

Song Shengsheng hugged his arm again: "Eat! I'm already hungry."

Song Ming looked at Jiang Yiyu: "She's hungry, and you let her go hungry? You have no tact. I just drank a lot. You drive, you treat us, take us to dinner!"

Jiang Yiyu smoothed his hair and stood up: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

Song Ming looked at Song Shengsheng: "What do you want to eat? Let's kill him."

Song Shengsheng thought for a moment and said, "Eat whatever's expensive!"

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "We are one family. My money is yours."

"Then... then I won't kill you."

Song Ming chuckled and pulled her to her feet: "It's okay, just spend more. It's best to spend all his money and then let him earn it again. That way he won't have time to bother you."

"Brother, you are right!"

"Song Shengsheng!" Jiang Yiyu called her loudly.

As Song Shengsheng followed Song Ming to the door, she turned around and made a face at him.

Jiang Yiyu smiled helplessly and shook his head, then resigned himself to his fate and followed them out of the box.