When Jiang Yiyu came back in the evening, Song Shengsheng was packing her luggage in the bedroom while listening to the narration of a food documentary.
Because the hotel room had good sound insulation, she didn't even know when Jiang Yiyu came in.
Jiang Yiyu walked into the bedroom lightly, carrying the milk tea he had just bought for her on the way back. As soon as he entered, he saw Song Shengsheng's suitcase, which was almost packed.
"Huh? I didn't hear you when you came in."
Jiang Yiyu handed her the milk tea in his hand: "You are only thinking about how you will leave me tomorrow. You are too focused and you definitely don't know when I will come back. How many messages did you reply to in the afternoon? Song Shengsheng, I am very unhappy now."
Song Shengsheng smiled and squeezed his hand: "I was just packing and didn't check my phone. I'm sorry!"
Jiang Yiyu looked at Song Shengsheng and sighed, "My dear, are you a little annoyed by me?"
"Ah? No, how could that be?"
"Xiao Chen told me today that sharing is a good thing when you're in a relationship, but posting too much information can be annoying. The scriptwriter on the crew said the same thing."
Song Shengsheng frowned slightly, took two steps towards him, opened her arms and put them around his waist, and coaxed softly, "Dating is a matter of thousands of people, and everyone's situation is different. You can't generalize. I just like listening to you share little things with me. Although my replies are not as many as you send me, think about it, do I respond to everything you say? So it shows that I am not annoying you, and I will not bother you."
"real?"
"Of course it's true. You can always confirm it with me."
Jiang Yiyu looked at the top of her head, and raised the corners of his lips in a somewhat happy tone, but his tone was still aggrieved: "Didn't you notice that I'm any different today?"
"Hmm?" Song Shengsheng looked up and met his expectant eyes. "What's the difference? Let me see." She pulled Jiang Yiyu's arm, looked him over carefully, and said with a smile, "You put a lot of effort into your makeup and hair today, didn't you?"
"Does it look good?"
"It looks good! It looks especially good!" Song Shengsheng casually placed the milk tea in her hand on the bed. She stood on tiptoe, cupped Jiang Yiyu's face, and looked him over carefully. She pressed the corner of his mouth with her thumb and raised it slightly: "You look even better when you smile."
Jiang Yiyu lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "That's why I look so good. When will you come to visit me next time?"
"You've asked this question before." Song Shengsheng let go of the hand holding his face, turned around and bent down to close the suitcase: "I'll tell you in advance when I come next time."
"So there will be a next time?"
Song Shengsheng closed the suitcase and pushed it against the wall: "Of course there will be a next time. Don't tell me you don't want to see me for three months?"
Jiang Yiyu reached out and touched the back of his head, smiling a little foolishly: "How is that possible? I wish you could stay with me all the time." He took out Jiang Xiaoguai, who was wearing new clothes, from his pocket and put it on the bed. Song Shengsheng took a look at it and smiled happily: "You also bought a small sweatshirt for Jiang Xiaoguai!"
"Well, I asked Xiao Chen to help buy it. Does it look good?"
Song Shengsheng picked up Jiang Xiaoguai and tugged at his gray hoodie: "It looks good."
Jiang Yiyu walked to the bed and sat down. He took out five or six small clothes from the wide pocket of his down jacket: "There are also small shirts, small pajamas, short-sleeved T-shirts and princess dresses."
"You really plan to raise Jiang Xiaoguai as your son!"
"Well, after all, it's the first gift you gave me after we got together, so I must treat it well." Jiang Yiyu took Jiang Xiaoguai from her and patted the little bear's head: "Xiaoguai, tell your mother that you will miss her, and ask her not to forget us when she returns to the capital."
Song Shengsheng smiled and raised his hand to touch Jiang Yiyu's head: "Brother Yiyu, you are so childish."
Jiang Yiyu raised his eyes to look at her: "I am only childish to you. Darling, hug me again."
Song Shengsheng gently held him in her arms and rested her chin on the top of his head. Jiang Yiyu took Jiang Xiaoguai and put his arm around her waist, saying in a muffled voice, "Guai, why don't you take me with you."
"Not filming anymore?"
"Well, no more filming."
"Don't want to pursue acting anymore?"
"No, I just want you."
Song Shengsheng patted his back vigorously: "Jiang Yiyu, can you be a little more motivated? As a career fan, I am simply pissed off by you."
Jiang Yiyu tightened his arms around her waist and leaned his face into her arms: "You are my motivation."
"I don't consider your ambition. You strive for yourself and for those who like you. You said you wouldn't film or work just for me. I'm happy you're with me, but have you ever thought about those fans who are looking forward to your new drama, who love you unconditionally, and who must be so angry and sad?"
"I just want to be your star."
Song Shengsheng touched his head. "But stars never belong to just one person. I like stars, but that doesn't mean I want to lock them up completely and claim them as my own. Stars are the brightest and most attractive only when they are in the night sky. In terms of love, I hope you will only be loyal to me, but outside of love, I hope you can shine in the industry you love. I will be extremely proud of my star becoming more and more dazzling and powerful."
"Are you proud of me?" Jiang Yiyu looked up at her.
Song Shengsheng nodded: "Because we are family and lovers, I will be very proud of you."
Jiang Yiyu raised the corner of his lips: "My dear, you almost made me cry."
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