"Oh? Zhao Zhao is paying for today's expenses?" Shan Song repeated Tong Zhao's words with a smile, making Tong Zhao, who had been calm and composed, almost lose her composure and start blushing and her heart pounding again.
"Are you going or not?" Tong Zhao reached out to take Shan Song's hand. His salary this time was not low. Although it was not as much as her husband's, at least he was no longer penniless.
"Of course, I'll follow Zhao Zhao's arrangements." Shan Songshun stood up and followed behind Tong Zhao.
Summer has arrived in the blink of an eye. Thinking back to this time last year, they got engaged, which was also the first time they met.
If we start counting from then, it should be considered a year's anniversary now. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Tong Zhao was in high spirits. He even specially ordered a bottle of expensive red wine and Dansong for dinner to celebrate. He usually has a good tolerance for alcohol, but perhaps because the evening was so beautiful and the atmosphere was just right, he felt intoxicated even without the wine. After a few glasses of red wine, he unusually felt lightheaded.
"Alright, don't overindulge." Shan Song looked at his wife, whose face was flushed, poured the last bit of the bottle into his own cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Are you happy?"
Shan Song squinted at him and replied, "Kaixin, do you want to go home?"
Tong Zhao raised her chin slightly, then nodded vigorously, drawing out her words: "Okay~"
As Tong Zhao was half-supported and half-carried out of the restaurant, her eyes were still shining with a strange excitement: "Wow, honey, is this our new car? It's so cool!"
Tong Zhao bounced around the gleaming "steel behemoth" for a while, patted the hood, examined the door handles, covered his eyes with his hands, and stared at the driver through the window for a moment before finally leaning back to Shan Song and tilting his head: "Can your Zhao Zhao wife drive it?"
His wife was quite different when she was drunk; she was unusually sweet. Shan Song wanted to tease her, but her head had already involuntarily nodded. She gently reminded her, "Don't drink and drive."
"Don't drink and drive!" Tong Zhao shouted loudly, visibly more excited, and opened her arms to hug Shan Song's broad arms: "Husband, you are so good to me."
"How good is it?" Shan Song gestured for the driver to follow behind them, while he and his wife strolled slowly down the street.
“Great! Absolutely great, so great that…” As if he had encountered some difficult problem, he pondered for a long time before suddenly having a flash of inspiration. He looked up, his eyes sparkling like stars: “So great that I want to give all the money I earn to my husband!”
Seemingly lacking conviction, Tong Zhao reached into his pocket and rummaged around until he finally pulled out the card he had used to pay for tonight's candlelight dinner. He confidently slapped it into Shan Song's palm: "All my money is here, for you to spend! Earn money to support the family!"
Dan Song looked at the card in his hand and chuckled. What was he going to do? He had accidentally emptied his wife's savings. Was this taking advantage of her in her time of need?
"Husband!" The little omega walked ahead, his steps light and quick, his voice rising playfully at the end.
Dan Song carefully accepted the pocket money his wife had given him, and followed behind her, gently supporting her while watching his wife's eyes, which revealed her pure joy.
After walking for a while, seemingly tired, Tong Zhao suddenly stood still and didn't say a word.
Shan Song curiously approached and saw Tong Zhao with his head down, frowning in thought. He was probably drunk, and his thoughts were sluggish. It took him a long time to retrieve the information he needed. The omega's brow relaxed, and he suddenly looked up and stretched out his arms to Shan Song: "I want a hug!"
Why do you need to think about this for so long?
Shan Song bent down slightly, reached out and picked up the person, intending to walk into the car. However, he was stopped by the person in his arms after only a couple of steps: "Let's go."
"Huh?" Shan Song paused. "Aren't you going home?"
"Return."
Tong Zhao was so drunk that she could barely speak, her words coming out one by one. Shan Song asked a few more questions but got no information. He thought carefully about what his wife meant and tried to deduce: "Zhao Zhao wants her husband to carry her for a while?"
Tong Zhao was slow to react and seemed dazed for a moment before finally nodding and saying, "Mm!"
Helpless, Shan Song freed one hand to pinch the little drunkard's nose: "Does Zhao Zhao know she's drunk?"
“No,” Tong Zhao repeated, “hug.”
"Okay, hug."
After carrying her for a long while, Shan Song heard his wife murmur sleepily in his ear, "Husband said to let Zhao Zhao be a little more willful!"
"Yes, that's what he said," Shan Song patted the back of the person in his arms, indicating his agreement: "That's right, Zhao Zhao did a really good job. Give your wife a reward when you get home."
Encouraged, Tong Zhao smiled and closed her eyes with relief.
As the effects of the alcohol wore off and drowsiness crept in, Shan Song's breathing became even and long. He gently placed the person into the car and instructed the driver to drive back to their new home—a courtyard house that had been being furnished since it was mentioned on the show.
In terms of surprises, Shan Song's was more impactful. Tong Zhao was already fast asleep when Shan Song spoke last night, so she was completely unprepared. When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the radiant roof above her, which looked like it was made of golden nanmu wood worth a fortune.
He felt a moment of dizziness, slowly turned over, buried his face in the pillow, closed his eyes, and wondered if he was probably still half asleep. As soon as Shan Song entered the room, he saw his wife's cute little action, squinted his eyes and smiled, "We'll live here from now on, do you like it?"
"..." Who wouldn't like this? Shan Song's voice finally convinced him that what he was seeing was indeed real. Tong Zhao poked out his messy head, yawned, and asked with a complicated expression, "You bought it?"
"Zhao Zhao likes them, doesn't she?" Shan Song reached out and picked up the two certificates that Tong Zhao had overlooked because she was too shocked to look at them earlier. "Take a look."
Tong Zhao's eyes darted slowly between the certificate and Shan Song, then she buried her face in Shan Song's arms, muttering, "How can I afford to raise this guy?"
Dan Song smiled and hugged him tightly: "Zhao Zhao gave me her salary card, how could you not afford to support her?"
One sentence brought Tong Zhao back to the memories of last night. Tong Zhao pursed her lips and took the initiative to cover Shan Song's mouth, forbidding him to say anything more.
Thinking about his childish and somewhat silly behavior last night, Tong Zhao scratched his toes. Shan Song had actually been fooling around with him on the main street for so long. Someone must have taken pictures of him, right?
Seemingly knowing what he was thinking, Shan Song smiled and opened Weibo on his phone, showing it to his wife: "Everyone's praising how cute my wife is~"
Upon seeing the content on the phone, Tong Zhao's pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly split open on the spot.
? ? ?
Who posted it online?
Tong Zhao looked at it again in disbelief. It was indeed the first Weibo post by Shan Song with his glittering verified identity. Seeing the abnormally high number of views, she felt utterly hopeless.
The key point is that many actors in the industry also liked it, as well as directors he had worked with and Teacher Wei. Tong Zhao covered his face, his ears burning hot. Maybe he should ask for two more days off...
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