I really want to lock you up at home forever, so that only I can see you.

Song Yuli didn't have the courage to say these words aloud, but he couldn't help muttering them to himself.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu, who was in the kitchen, turned around and smiled at Song Yuli: "Of course it's because my wife is too beautiful, so I have to be good-looking too, so that I can be worthy of you."

Having been captivated by Nangong Yu's radiant smile, Song Yuli covered her rapidly beating heart with her hand. Upon hearing Nangong Yu's words, she couldn't help but blush, but she said...

"Hmph, you just said I was ugly in the car."

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow: "When did I say you were ugly? I only said you're not pretty when you cry!"

Song Yuli: "..."

Is there any difference between being ugly and not pretty?

Giving Nangong Yu a displeased look, Song Yuli immediately sat up straight and focused on watching TV.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table rang. Song Yuli peeked out and saw that it was Nangong Yu calling.

"Mom called you."

Nangong Yu: "I can't leave right now, can you answer it for me?"

"oh."

She reached out and picked up Nangong Yu's phone, then pressed the answer button. Before she could even speak, Shi Yueshan on the other end of the line spoke impatiently.

"Ayu, Ali is missing, what should we do?"

His voice trembled, his tone was urgent, and there was a hint of obvious worry in it.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli immediately bit her lip.

Oh dear, I forgot to tell Shi Yueshan when I got home.

Seeing that no one spoke on the other end of the phone for a long time, Shi Yueshan couldn't help but urge, "Ayu???"

Song Yuli pursed his lips, somewhat embarrassed, and asked, "Mom, is that me?"

Shi Yueshan on the other end of the phone was taken aback: "Ali?"

Song Yuli nodded: "Yes, it's me? Mom, Nangong Yu and I have already gone home. I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you earlier and made you worry."

Hearing that Song Yuli had already gone back with Nangong Yu, Shi Yueshan finally felt relieved.

"Phew, it's okay, it's okay. As long as I'm with A-Yu, that's fine. Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Bye-bye."

Song Yuli: "Bye-bye."

Seeing Song Yuli put down his phone, Nangong Yu asked, "What did Mom say?"

Song Yuli looked up at him with a hint of accusation: "I forgot to tell Mom when I got home. Why didn't you remind me?"

Nangong Yu pursed his thin lips slightly, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "I forgot."

Song Yuli: "..."

...

The next morning, while Nangong Yu and Song Yuli were still asleep, the cell phone on the bedside table rang again.

Song Yuli frowned, turned over, snuggled closer to Nangong Yu, and continued sleeping.

Nangong Yu frowned, his face full of displeasure. He had one arm around Song Yuli's waist, while the other hand groped on the bedside table.

"Hello?"

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"..."

"Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, closed his eyes again, and continued to sleep, holding Song Yuli tightly.

"Ah Yu, who is it?"

Song Yuli, with his eyes closed, spoke somewhat groggily.

Nangong Yu: "Mom."

Song Yuli frowned: "Did Mom call? What happened?"

Nangong Yu: "Let's go back to the old house for dinner tonight."

Song Yuli nodded, yawned, and then fell asleep again, hugging Nangong Yu's lean waist.