"Wife, why are you worrying so much? Be careful, our daughter will quarrel with you." Seeing that the man had already gone upstairs, Song's father said with some dissatisfaction. Isn't his wife too doting on that boy? What kind of magic potion did that boy feed her?
She has no good temper towards me at all, but is very kind to him.
I can't help but feel a little jealous.
"Song Changfeng, how dare you say that? I just winked at you, why didn't you respond?"
Upon hearing this, Song's father started to act like a grandson, lowering his head and blowing on his tea.
"What? Are you mute? Okay, now you're capable. You don't even listen to me anymore."
"Wife, you've wronged me. I'm doing this for your own good, to prevent your daughter from getting upset with you. Why would you want to cause trouble for your daughter just for a man?"
"She dares?"
"Isn't this just in case?"
"Hmph, what's the catch? There are no catches with me. Get out of here. If you do this again next time, don't even think about entering the room."
Song's father complained bitterly. "Isn't it just a complaint? Is it really that serious? How stingy!"
"I've noticed you've become quite accomplished. Didn't you admire and respect Mr. Mu before? Why are you acting like your father-in-law now?"
"Humph, things are different now. Today, I am his father-in-law. What's the point of not showing off?"
Seeing his boastful look, Song's mother grew angrier and angrier. She twisted his ear and said, "So what if he's my father-in-law? Listen carefully, stop putting on airs. If your daughter and son-in-law break up, you can forget about living a peaceful life at home."
"Hey, hey, hey, honey, it hurts, be gentle." He held her hand and said, "What are you afraid of? Our daughter is so outstanding. It's his blessing that he married our daughter. If he dares not to cherish her, then he is an ungrateful brat. I will be the first to disapprove. If we really break up, are you still worried that our daughter won't be able to get married? When the time comes, let alone marrying her, I will directly find a husband for our daughter, no, ten, to piss him off to death."
"Okay, you're really capable."
Song's mother was so angry that she laughed. This husband is really capable.
"That's not the case. Our daughter is a perfect match, and she's a perfect match for him. If he doesn't cherish her and isn't satisfied, then he's unlucky. Don't worry about it, our daughter knows her limits."
"You trust your daughter too much. Just spoil her. When she regrets it one day, you can cry with her."
"Hehe, don't worry, honey, it won't happen."
Song's mother was too lazy to talk to him and went straight into the room.
Upstairs, Song Ci was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, when she heard a knock on the door. She lay there without moving, and lazily called out "Come in", and then she heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
When she saw someone standing next to her, she turned her head and frowned unhappily: "What are you doing in here?"
She thought it was Song Yu who was knocking on the door. That's right, how could she have forgotten? How could her girl knock so quietly? If she had known it was him, she would never have let him in. After all, she didn't want to see him right now.
As soon as Mu Jingjue came in, he saw her lying on the bed. At first, he heard her voice was gentle and thought she was not so angry. But now, why did her voice sound a little unhappy when she saw it was him?
What should he do? He was so worried.
"Wife, please pay attention to me. I know I was wrong." Mu Jingjue pleaded in a voice. These days, he lived alone and suddenly realized that the room was so deserted. It seemed that the room did not really feel like a room without her. He could not even remember what he was like before.
He has unknowingly adapted to life with her and wants to be with her day and night.
Upon hearing this, Song Ci turned his head slightly and looked at him, as if he was thinking about something, and then said two words without any room for negotiation.
"no."
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