"But you're smiling now."
As soon as Song Shengsheng finished speaking, Jiang Yiyu's eyebrows drooped, the corners of his eyes began to turn red, and tears appeared faintly in the corners of his eyes: "Then I will cry for you to see."
Song Shengsheng smiled and gently stroked his nose with her finger: "You are acting like a spoiled child again."
"Don't you like it?"
"It's you. I like it no matter what. You're wearing a down jacket, aren't you hot? And isn't it time to take off the makeup on your face?"
"Help me."
Song Shengsheng frowned, then smiled and said, "How old are you this year?"
"When I was little, it was my first time falling in love, and I just wanted to stick to my wife. Now my mind is full of Song Shengsheng. What do you think I should do?"
Song Shengsheng held his face and gently stroked his temples: "There is no cure for love brain. What can I do? I can only make you terminally ill and love me a little more."
She lowered her head and gently rubbed Jiang Yiyu's nose, then gently kissed his lips. Remembering that Jiang Yiyu didn't like being stared at while kissing, Song Shengsheng deliberately lowered her eyes.
Jiang Yi Yu leaned back slightly, threw Jiang Xiaoguai in his hand aside, supported his body with his arms, and enjoyed being kissed by Song Shengsheng.
After a long time, Song Shengsheng let go of him with a red face. Just as she was about to get up, he suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her down on the bed. Jiang Yiyu turned over and trapped her between the bed and his arms. He looked down at her eyes which were slightly watery and kissed her again.
He kissed her passionately yet restrainedly. Song Shengsheng watched his trembling eyelashes and slightly furrowed brows, then raised her hand and gently stroked his brow. Jiang Yiyu raised his eyes to meet hers and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You're frowning."
Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "My dear, you are not focused."
Song Shengsheng hooked her arms around his neck: "I think we've kissed enough, let's kiss again..." She stroked his lips lightly with her fingertips, pressed down his neck, moved closer to him, and whispered with a smile.
Jiang Yiyu's face flushed instantly. He half-closed his eyes, pursed his lips subconsciously, supported himself with his arms to stand up, and turned to go to the bathroom somewhat awkwardly.
Song Shengsheng lay on the bed, looking at his back, and couldn't help laughing. She turned over and covered her face with the pillow, trying hard to suppress her pounding heartbeat.
When Jiang Yiyu finished taking a shower and changed his clothes, Song Shengsheng had returned to normal. She lay on the bed, drinking the milk tea that Jiang Yiyu bought for her, while continuing to watch the documentary that she had not finished watching. Jiang Xiaoguai was also picked up by her and changed into a light blue crawling suit and pajamas. He sat neatly beside her and watched the documentary with her.
Jiang Yiyu sat down on the bedside. He casually placed the towel in his hand on the bedside table and glanced at his phone: "My dear, what time are you leaving tomorrow? I'll ask the driver to take you there."
"My flight is at 11:30 noon. The hotel driver will take me to the airport. My brother has arranged everything."
Jiang Yiyu frowned and turned to look at her: "Why is there still something about Song Ming?"
"You're busy anyway, so why not have someone take me there?"
"No, of course I will send my wife off myself."
Song Shengsheng handed the milk tea in her hand to him: "Have a sip?"
"Drink it." Jiang Yiyu pushed her hand back: "I'll let Xiao Chen take you there tomorrow."
"Anything is fine."
Jiang Yiyu's brows relaxed. He climbed onto the bed and leaned against Song Shengsheng, propping his chin up with Jiang Xiaoguai. He asked tentatively, "Guaiguai, what does Song Ming usually say to you about me?"
"He doesn't talk about you to me much. He hopes that no one will mention you to me when you are not around."
"Why?"
Song Shengsheng paused the documentary, turned her head and met his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly said, "Because he knows I like you."
Jiang Yiyu fell silent.
Song Shengsheng paused and continued to shift his gaze back to the tablet.
The background music of the documentary was slow and melodious, but Jiang Yiyu's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He covered his face with Jiang Xiaoguai and fell down completely.
Song Shengsheng glanced at him, looked at his red ears, smiled, and didn't say much.
After a while, Jiang Yiyu asked in a muffled voice, "I've always known that you like me, but I've never expressed my feelings. Darling, do you think I'm a bad person?"
Song Shengsheng bent her arms, propped up her head with her hands, and looked at him sideways: "Then why don't you express your opinion?"
Jiang Yiyu's eyes flushed red. "Because... I feel unworthy of you, yet I can't bear to let you go. This is a despicable mentality. I'm sorry."
"What if I didn't insist on liking you for so many years and I fell in love with someone else, what would you do?"
"I don't know, maybe... just... wish you the best."
Song Shengsheng pinched his ear and said, "What a coward."
"What does it feel like to like me?"
Song Shengsheng thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... It's not a very good feeling. You know, liking you is exhausting. In the beginning, you were always getting into trouble and getting hurt all the time. And your dad, I was also very scared. Even now, when I think of him frowning or casually raising his hand to push up his glasses, I shudder, afraid he would slap me."
"He wouldn't dare touch you."
"I know, but I'm really scared. Can you imagine how brave my brother is? He's still afraid of Uncle Jiang. Do you know why he's been trying to avoid cooperating with the Jiang Corporation as much as possible since he took over the Song Corporation?"
"Don't want to deal with Jiang Yuan?"
"Well, Uncle Jiang is a complete childhood shadow for us."
Jiang Yiyu sneered, "Is he worthy of it? You're really flattering him."
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