Su Wanyu doesn't dislike you...
Pei Yi's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, thump thump, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Susu, do you like him too?
Seeing that Pei Yi was already moved, Cheng Wan'er continued, "Pei Yi, can't you see that Su Wanyu feels special for you?"
special?
Pei Yi followed Cheng Waner's line of thought.
Yes, Su Su would call him senior brother.
Su Su would have dinner with him alone, which was something she didn't do with anyone else. All of this... really meant that he was different, right?
Pei Yi chatted with Cheng Wan'er and drank glass after glass of wine.
He didn't know when Cheng Wan'er left. Pei Yi took out his cell phone in a daze, found the phone number marked "Su Su", and pressed the dial button with his eyes blurred, as if possessed by a ghost.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy..."
A cold female voice came from the phone.
Pei Yi sobered up a little and put his phone into his pocket in a panic.
And the other side.
Song Jihuai glanced at the closed bathroom door and pressed the reject button directly.
Next second.
The door was opened.
Su Wanyu walked out of the bathroom, her cheeks red from the hot water. She was wearing cute pink bunny pajamas and wiping her hair with a towel in her hand.
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai holding her phone, blinked, and said softly, "Husband?"
What is she doing with her phone?
Song Jihuai put the phone back on the bedside table without changing his expression. "It's a nuisance call."
Su Wanyu did not doubt Song Jihuai and nodded, "Oh."
"come over."
Song Jihuai waved at Su Wanyu.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still walked over slowly and sat down next to Song Jihuai.
Song Jihuai picked up the hair dryer from the side very naturally and skillfully and blew Su Wanyu's hair with gentle and soft movements.
The warm wind blew through Su Wanyu's hair, and Song Jihuai's handsome fingers shuttled through her black hair.
Su Wanyu enjoyed this feeling very much and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.
Soon, Song Jihuai dried the little girl's hair, put the hairdryer aside, and held the little girl in his arms, "Wanwan, it's getting late, do you want to rest?"
Rest, take a break...
Su Wanyu's heart skipped a beat. "I, then I'll go back to my room..."
Su Wanyu said this and immediately stood up and walked out.
But as soon as she stood up from the sofa, her wrist was grabbed by Song Jihuai. Song Jihuai grabbed her wrist from behind and exerted a little force, and the little girl fell into Song Jihuai's arms again.
"Husband, husband."
Su Wanyu's heart was beating very fast.
Her eyes blinked rapidly and her heart beat faster.
Looking at Su Wanyu's expression, Song Jihuai knew what the girl was thinking. He felt a little helpless and a little aggrieved. It was obvious that he and the girl were already a legitimate couple.
But he can't even have a married life.
But all this grievance disappeared when he saw Su Wanyu's appearance at this moment.
He held Su Wanyu tightly in his arms and whispered, "I won't do anything like that. I'll just hold you while I sleep, okay?"
Su Wanyu lowered her eyes and dared not look at Song Jihuai. Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, indicating that she was not calm inside.
Song Jihuai looked at Su Wanyu and felt disappointed, but he was unwilling to force her. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Since you don't want to, then I..."
"good."
Su Wanyu spoke softly, reaching out to hold Song Jihuai's shoulders, her face flushed like an apple, and she said softly, "Husband, keep your word."
Song Jihuai chuckled, carried the little girl to the bed, kissed her lips as he walked, and a deep voice sounded in the little girl's ears, "Okay."
It didn't take long before Song Jihuai felt a little regretful.
He now clearly understood what "pain and happiness" meant.
But the little girl in his arms was sleeping very sweetly and peacefully. He only took one look at her and his heart softened. He lowered his head and gently kissed Su Wanyu on the forehead.
Fighting the almost uncontrollable urge, his voice cracked, "Goodnight."
the next day.
As soon as Su Wanyu went downstairs, she saw an invitation on the coffee table.
Su Wanyu walked over slowly, and the housekeeper immediately explained, "Young Madam, this is the Su family's invitation."
Su Wanyu opened the invitation. This weekend was Zhao Meiling's birthday. Su Youcheng held a party for it and specially sent an invitation to Su Wanyu.
Su Wanyu nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I understand."
"What?"
Song Jihuai's voice came from behind.
Su Wanyu raised the invitation in her hand and talked about Zhao Meiling's birthday.
Song Jihuai frowned immediately and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to go."
The memory of his last visit to the Su family was not very good. Moreover, he was very clear about the moral character of the people in the Su family, and Zhao Meiling was only Wanwan's stepmother.
He didn't want the little girl to be wronged when she went to the Su family.
"That won't work."
Su Wanyu said seriously, "Even if they are not good, as an elder, I can't let others pick on me."
As she spoke, she looked at Song Jihuai again, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Besides, I am now the young lady of the Song family, and I don't want others to point fingers at the Song family."
Song Jihuai didn't expect that his Wanwan had considered so much.
He gently took the little girl into his arms.
"Silly girl."
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and smiled, then pulled Song Jihuai to the dining table. Now all she had to think about was what gift to give Zhao Meiling.
Zhao Meiling is...
She is vain, as can be seen from the fact that she held a birthday party this time, as if Zhao Meiling is... forty-three years old this year.
At such a young age, he held such a grand birthday party.
"So what are you going to give as a gift? Just go buy whatever you want."
Su Wanyu held his secondary card in her hand. When it came to money, Su Wanyu had never been short of money.
Su Wanyu's eyes turned, "Why not give Grandpa the fake porcelain vase that he has placed in the living room?"
Grandpa, living room, fake porcelain vase.
These three words made Song Jihuai stunned, "Which one?"
"It's the big one at the entrance." Su Wanyu said directly.
Song Jihuai: "..."
Is that fake?
My grandfather bought it for five million yuan and he liked it for a long time.
"How do you know it's fake?"
Song Jihuai asked in confusion, Wanwan had not been to the old house many times.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and smiled. "The patterns and colors on the porcelain vase are from the Song Dynasty, but there is a simplified Chinese character at the bottom of the vase...so I think it's fake."
Song Jihuai: "..."
He actually felt that what Su Wanyu said made sense.
Su Wanyu smiled sweetly, lowered her head and started eating breakfast. Since her husband agreed, she could go find her grandfather.
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