Even broccoli is a flower.
So, you like him and are expressing your love to him, right?
Nothing wrong.
Song Jihuai hummed, and the way he picked up the broccoli became a little more cautious: "Okay."
There was more doting in his eyes as he looked at Su Wanyu.
Even the TV series that Su Wanyu followed every day in which Pei Yi starred seemed insignificant at this moment.
Anyway, this person is by his side every day.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Next time Song Minyuan comes to you, ignore him."
He knew in his heart what tricks Song Minyuan wanted to play, but considering Su Wanyu's current condition, he did not take those underhanded means seriously.
Su Wanyu nodded obediently: "I think so too."
"Um?"
So well-behaved?
Song Jihuai raised his eyebrows.
Su Wanyu said softly, "He has a problem with his brain. What if I get infected by him if I have more contact with him?"
Song Jihuai: I can't find any reason to refute it.
"Smart girl," he praised.
If he were to be so aware of this so early, he would have saved himself so much worry!
Su Wanyu was overjoyed to receive her husband's praise, and she agreed with Song Jihuai's words: "My husband is right!"
She is naturally smart.
Song Jihuai raised the corners of his lips, but controlled the upward curve with great restraint.
I have no idea how arrogant he looks at this moment.
Song Jihuai stared at Su Wanyu and felt that the little woman had raised eyebrows and a smile on her lips and teeth. She was as cute as a little fox, with a bit of cunning.
He couldn't help but reach out and rub Su Wanyu's head.
The two of them went out for a stroll in the garden, and Su Wanyu went into the kitchen. Song Jihuai had been worried about company matters recently, so he went upstairs to the study.
He frowned when he thought about the recent events in the company.
I was not in a good mood today, and I only felt much more relaxed when I was with Su Wanyu.
Song Jihuai sat down, opened his email, and took out today's design drafts.
But as he looked at each picture, his face became darker and darker.
What the hell is this?
The designers of Song’s company are all top-notch in the country, but the design drawings in Song Jihuai’s mailbox right now... it’s not wrong to describe them as scribbles!
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