When Mr. Song heard this, he looked at Su Wanyu, and his expression clearly showed that he was seeking confirmation.
The corner of Song Minyuan's mouth twitched. Has he lost his credibility in his grandfather's heart to this extent?
It's very humble.
But Mr. Song completely ignored him and only looked at Su Wanyu, "Wanyu?"
Su Wanyu gave Song Minyuan a look, but didn't expose him. She nodded calmly, "I guess so."
Asking her to lie is not an option.
She thought this was an ambiguous answer.
Only then did Old Master Song retract his gaze. He was actually a little worried that Song Minyuan, the brat, might have other ideas. He knew his own grandson well.
Song Minyuan has no skills, but he has a lot of ideas.
There are always some messy things in my mind.
The old man felt that as an elder, he still needed to give a warning.
To prevent this kid from having any inappropriate thoughts.
Thinking this, Old Master Song glared at Song Minyuan without any courtesy.
Song Minyuan: "..."
He felt like a punching bag, enduring things every day that he shouldn't have to endure at his age.
Fortunately, Song Jihuai arrived soon.
The Song family's attention was diverted, and Song Minyuan was relieved. He actually felt that he liked his cousin more and more. He gave him a grateful look, then lowered his head to reduce his presence.
So as to avoid unexpected disasters.
Song Jihuai came home from get off work just in time for dinner, so he was ready to eat shortly after arriving.
At this point, Su Wanyu discovered something strange.
At the Song family's family dinner, Housekeeper Lu sat at the table, and she sat on the left and right of her husband, below the old man, so Song Minyuan was opposite her.
Logically speaking...
Butler Lu and Butler Xia are both stewards of the Song family, but their treatment is very different.
Regarding the fact that Butler Lu came to the table, not only Old Master Song, but also Song Jihuai and Song Minyuan looked normal, obviously they were used to it. It seemed that this kind of thing had happened more than once or twice.
It has even become a habit.
However, Su Wanyu only took a glance and quickly looked away.
After all, she was the daughter of a marquis, and she prided herself on her experience. Based on her years of experience, she knew this matter must be extraordinary, so she couldn't let anyone see through her flaws.
Especially Butler Lu.
Su Wanyu managed her facial expressions perfectly. She quickly put the matter deep in her heart and turned to talk about other things with her grandfather. She was in a very natural state.
Until she left the Song family's old house, Su Wanyu did not show any clues.
But after returning home, Su Wanyu let down all her defenses and felt relieved. She could no longer pretend that she was worried.
Song Jihuai could see at a glance what the little girl was thinking.
He glanced sideways and couldn't help asking, "Wanwan, what are you thinking about?"
Su Wanyu raised her hand and touched her face. "Is it obvious?"
Song Jihuai: "..."
"It's usually obvious."
It's just that he couldn't help but pay attention to the little girl, so he thought it was very obvious.
Su Wanyu pulled Song Jihuai into the room.
Song Jihuai wondered what was going to happen and was a little excited.
But when they entered the house, Su Wanyu just pulled him to sit on the sofa, and then said: "Husband, Housekeeper Lu actually knew that I was kidnapped and that the signal was in Cuiping Mountain. Did you tell Grandpa all this?"
Song Jihuai frowned, a little confused about this.
"No."
Telling his grandfather about these things would only make him worry, so Song Jihuai naturally wouldn't tell him.
Hearing the negative answer, Su Wanyu frowned even more.
She knew there was a problem.
"So, how did Butler Lu know something that even Grandpa didn't know?" She glanced sideways at Song Jihuai, her eyes full of curiosity.
This was not the first time Song Jihuai heard the little girl mention Butler Lu.
But he had never taken it to heart before. This time, seeing the serious expression on the little girl's face, and the fact that something was indeed wrong, it was difficult for him to ignore it even if he wanted to.
Song Jihuai took note of this in his heart, but on the surface he raised his hand to rub the little girl's head, "Do you want me to ask Butler Lu for you?"
Su Wanyu had a stern face and sighed helplessly, "Husband, please stop teasing me."
Song Jihuai laughed and thought his little girl was so cute.
He couldn't help but hug Su Wanyu and kiss her hard in his arms.
"Husband..."
Su Wanyu frowned and said angrily that she was still thinking about something when her husband came to make trouble.
Song Jihuai still wanted to hold the little girl in his arms, "You think yours, I hold mine, we can both do both."
Su Wanyu: “…”
It's hard for her to concentrate, okay?
But Song Jihuai really thought so in his heart. He held the little girl tightly in his arms and pecked her on the face from time to time.
Su Wanyu felt itchy from the kiss and couldn't help but hide in Song Jihuai's arms.
Song Jihuai was originally just a stand-alone game.
Su Wanyu responded, and immediately even surfing the Internet became excited.
Soon Su Wanyu was forced to follow Song Jihuai to move the battlefield. After all, the sofa was too small and she couldn't move around.
The next day.
When Su Wanyu opened her eyes, she saw a dazzling light. She lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.
What was she thinking about last night?
Why can’t I remember it all of a sudden?
Song Jihuai saw this scene when he came out of the bathroom. The little girl's smooth and slender arms were placed outside the quilt, and her collarbone and even shoulders were clearly visible, which made his heart move again.
I was about to go over there immediately.
But Su Wanyu sternly refused, "Husband, it's daytime now!"
"What happened during the day?"
Song Jihuai took a look.
If the girl can indulge him, what's wrong with going to work a little later?
If he didn't have to work hard to earn money to support the little girl, he would have wanted to stop attending court early in the morning.
Hearing Song Jihuai's indifferent tone, Su Wanyu said with a clear bottom line: "You can't announce it in broad daylight...or something like that."
She covered herself with the quilt and sat up, her head lowered. Her face was as red as a boiled shrimp. She couldn't say the last word.
But how could Song Jihuai not understand?
He couldn't help but get closer to Su Wanyu and asked softly, "What if I insist?"
Su Wanyu's face turned even redder, and she rubbed the corner of the quilt with her little hands, obviously very troubled.
Song Jihuai tilted his head slightly, his voice low and ambiguous, inviting reverie, "If I insist...Wanwan, would you agree?"
Yes, will it?
Su Wanyu also asked this question in her heart.
She really wanted to refuse, but...
As soon as she raised her eyes, she could see her husband's face and those loving eyes. Su Wanyu turned her eyes away slightly, nodded slightly, and at the same time, made a barely perceptible "hmm".
If her husband insisted, she thought she would agree.
Song Jihuai's lips curled up, but he didn't want to pull the little girl to do it again. He held her in his arms lovingly and kissed the corner of her lips, "Have a good rest today."
Tomorrow, fight again.
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