Jiang Yiyu chuckled: "He believes it when people say it's sweet. Song Ming is really cute."
"Don't say that to his face later. He'll get even more angry."
"I understand." Jiang Yiyu took her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it: "There's a lot going on these past two days, so be careful when you go out."
"I know."
Song Shengsheng turned and glanced out the door: "Can I go to the set with you later?"
"Are you worried about me?"
"Um."
Song Shengsheng glanced at his injured leg and said, "If it's inconvenient, forget it."
Jiang Yiyu pulled her in front of him, hugged her gently, and ran his fingers through her long hair. "You saw it when you just came back. There are a lot of people waiting outside. They actually want to take pictures of not only me but you as well. Honey, your brother and I don't want you to be overly noticed."
"But sooner or later he will be photographed."
"One day later is one day later."
Song Shengsheng buried her face in his shoulder and hugged him back: "Jiang Yiyu, can't you not go today?"
"No, don't worry, baby, I will take care of myself."
"All right."
The two were talking quietly when Song Ming cleared his throat and knocked on the door twice symbolically: "You two are almost done."
Jiang Yiyu looked at him and smiled, but did not let go of Song Shengsheng. Instead, he held her tighter in his arms: "I'm hugging my wife, do you have any objections?"
Song Ming snorted. Even though Song Shengsheng didn't see his expression, she knew that he must have rolled his eyes.
"Who cares about you guys? I'm just asking you symbolically, do you want to eat melon?"
"What melon?"
"watermelon."
“No.”
"Oh, go ahead. Don't hug her so tightly. If you strangle my sister to death, you'll become a widower. Let me tell you, the rule of our Song family is that a son-in-law must remain chaste once his wife is widowed."
"Get out!" Jiang Yiyu casually picked up the pillow beside him and threw it at Song Ming. "You are really like a dog that can't spit out ivory every day. Get out, get out now."
Song Ming blocked it with his hand, then picked up the pillow at his feet and threw it back to him. Before leaving, he still said, "Just wait for me!"
Jiang Yiyu chuckled twice: "Close the door for me."
Song Shengsheng pushed him away: "You two are so old, and you still quarrel every day."
“That shows a good relationship.”
"Will you argue with me in the future?"
"Do you think I'm willing to give it up?"
"I can't say for sure."
Jiang Yiyu sighed, his face full of sincerity, and squeezed her hand: "Dear, I will never quarrel with you. The rest of my life is long, you can slowly verify what I say. But now, I want to ask you to help me, I want to take a shower."
"Oh, okay." Song Shengsheng stood up and helped him sit up, then handed him the crutch leaning against the bedside table.
Jiang Yiyu stood up with the help of a cane and moved towards the bathroom: "My change of clothes is in the cloakroom across the street. Could you please get it for me?"
"Okay." Song Shengsheng took two steps, thought for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Do you want me to move another stool for you so you can sit down?"
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Song Shengsheng smiled and hurriedly ran out.
Song Ming saw her and asked, "Are you still eating melons?"
Song Shengsheng waved her hand: "No more eating, I want to help him take a bath."
After hearing this, Song Ming made a move to stand up: "Damn it, he still dares to order you around when I'm here? Don't go, I'll go help him."
Wen Jing held his arm, her face full of disgust: "Look at you, you're such a person. Why are you, your uncle, meddling in the affairs of a young couple?"
"He orders my sister around!"
"Are you crazy? That's just a hobby. They're a serious couple, so they can do whatever they want. Why should you worry about it? The Pacific Ocean is so vast, why don't you just do something about it?"
"Hey! Miss Wen, if you keep chatting like this, then we'll..."
"What's the matter?" Wen Jing took the opportunity to wave at Song Shengsheng.
Song Shengsheng smiled at her, hurriedly moved a wooden chair from the bar, went into the cloakroom to get some clean clothes for Jiang Yiyu, and then ran back to the bedroom amid the quarrel between Song Ming and Wen Jing and locked the door.
She walked into the bathroom and placed a wooden chair in the shower room. Then she helped Jiang Yiyu, who had already taken off his shirt, to sit down. "You're not going to take off your pants?"
"Let's just forget it." Jiang Yiyu twirled his fingers awkwardly.
Song Shengsheng tilted her head and looked at him and smiled: "It's already this time, and you're still shy. If you're like this, I'll ask my brother to come in and help you."
"No, no, no, that's even worse." Jiang Yiyu pinched his elastic waistband, blushing and coughing softly twice: "Can you leave me a pair of underwear?"
"I can, but even if you keep it, won't I have to help you change it later? You'll see it anyway, Brother Yi Yu, why are you being so reserved now?"
Jiang Yiyu's face turned even redder. He bit his lip and looked at Song Shengsheng, who looked calm. "This feeling is really terrible."
"Hey, hurry up." Song Shengsheng turned her back: "I don't want to look at you." She took a bath towel from the shelf and handed it to him with her hands behind her back: "Can you block it?"
Jiang Yiyu took the bath towel and sighed again.
After a while, Jiang Yiyu called her softly, "Be good."
"Are you okay?"
"Um."
Song Shengsheng turned around and saw that Jiang Yiyu was so shy that his whole body was red like a boiled shrimp.
Although he had already protected everything he needed to, Song Shengsheng still felt a little embarrassed when he met his gaze.
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