Chapter 87 Eighty-seven is different
There are some things that Chen Yun doesn't expose, but she still has to deal with them.
Although she only had a stupid way, which was to let Song Fenglin make the decision.
Song Fenglin used to be a very opinionated person.
But that was so long ago for him, so long ago that now he is used to putting his wife's preferences first in every moment of thinking.
But Chen Yun's personality is eccentric, and she may not even know what she wants to do in the previous second.
Even if Song Fenglin was born in her belly, he couldn't keep up with the changes all the time.
He could not have guessed that it was like going to the battlefield with bare hands and being attacked from both sides. After two days, he could not help but ask his wife: "I am really not fit to make decisions."
It's not a big deal like buying a house or a car. Life is full of trivialities. No matter how you look at it, it's just about food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Chen Yun shrugged: "I think it's quite suitable."
She felt relaxed and comfortable, but Song Fenglin felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling torn and sighing.
Chen Yun was still laughing and poked him: "You'll get used to it slowly."
How long will slowly be? Song Fenglin felt that it was by no means an easy task.
He knew his own character too well, and the string in his head was on high alert, fearing that any of his ideas would deviate slightly from his wife's ideas and not go as she wished.
It's obviously not that difficult, but he looks melancholy and confused. He's afraid that this "disobedience" might annoy others, so he controls his expression first.
Chen Yun had been carefully observing all his small changes recently. She was puzzled by this change and tried to interrogate him: "If you can give me a good reason, we can still do it the same as before."
Song Fenglin thought he had a good idea, but he knew she would not agree with him. He scratched his face and said, "I...I didn't."
If not, then maintain the status quo.
Chen Yun asked today's question: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
She has many friends and they get together here and there from time to time. She also has children at home, and as parents, they always focus on their children's growth when they have free time.
If you think about it carefully, Song Fenglin hasn't eaten alone with her so frequently for a long time.
If it were before, he would definitely be very happy.
But "blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand", he felt very conflicted at the moment and tried to see the answer from his wife's face.
Chen Yun also looked at him, widening her eyes deliberately, with a mischievous look as if she had succeeded in playing a prank.
Song Fenglin tried to find a way to make her happy, thinking that at least it was something that could make her happy. He secretly eliminated several answers that seemed to work but didn't, and said, "Let's eat Western food."
The interval between the three words was intentionally long to observe my wife's reaction.
Unfortunately, Chen Yun couldn't tell whether she was happy, angry, sad, or happy. She just nodded calmly: "Okay."
Song Fenglin didn't know whether he could pass this level or not, and he was so anxious that he wanted to bite his nails.
He has such a Su Peisheng mentality, more like accompanying a tiger than accompanying a king, and even if he has accurate information, he still has to ask: "Do you want to eat?"
Chen Yun just didn't want to show him a very obvious bias, so she said vaguely: "You can eat it."
Yes, but to respectable people it sometimes means reluctantly.
Song Fenglin couldn't judge the real emotions, so he treated them all as negative and changed the topic: "Or maybe some stir-fried dishes?"
Chen Yun still said: "That's fine."
The straws kept falling one by one, and Song Fenglin didn't know who had the last one. He was almost on the verge of exploding, and the little flame in his eyes was dying again. He gave up on himself and said, "Then let's eat some stir-fried dishes."
My temper is rising, my temper is rising.
Chen Yun clapped in her heart and made a "yeah" gesture with her hands behind her back: "Let's go."
We ate at a fly-in-the-wall restaurant not far from the coffee shop. The owner, despite his good cooking skills, was so stingy that he refused to install an air conditioner. There were only two old electric fans that swayed and squeaked.
Chen Yun looked up and recalled the beginning of some horror stories: "Where do you think we should hide if this fan blade falls?"
Song Fenglin: "Hide behind me."
Chen Yun: "Then we will kill two birds with one stone."
But I also felt that it was too unlucky, and that what I was muttering to the Buddha was just nonsense.
Song Fenglin: "Fortunately, mom is not here."
Since childhood, Chen Yun has often been scolded because of her unbridled mouth.
She used to say that her parents were feudal and superstitious, but after she had children of her own, she understood what it meant to "not want their children to encounter even a one in a billion chance of misfortune." She was afraid that God would hear her outspoken words and really bring down divine punishment on her.
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
Chen Yun's phone just happened to ring. She answered the video call from her mother, looked at her daughter's face that popped up on the screen, and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"
Chen Xingyue was so cool when she said goodbye to her mother, but in fact she was very clingy and no one knew how many calls she made every day.
She probably didn't have anything new to say, so she kept asking, "Mom, what are you doing?"
After asking for the hundredth time in the morning, Chen Yun pushed her phone away and said, "Mom and Dad are eating outside. Do you want to talk to Dad?"
Chen Xingyue is also on good terms with his father, but because he used to have a very tight schedule at a job, the adults always emphasized not to disturb him.
She didn’t make a habit of “disturbing” her father at any time, and it seemed that she suddenly realized at this moment: “Dad, I’m calling you.”
It's not enough to just chat like this, I have to cut it off and call her dad again on WeChat.
Song Fenglin really enjoyed this sense of ritual. After answering the call, he talked to his daughter with a smile on his face. Without saying much, he asked her how her homework was going.
Chen Xingyue said loudly: "I've finished writing! I have to wait for my second aunt to wake up before I can check it."
She didn't like to talk about this topic, and pouted her lips and said angrily: "Dad is annoying."
Song Fenglin was not angry at all. He raised his voice and patiently talked to his daughter, "Why do you hate daddy?"
Chen Xingyue mumbled what she wanted to say, without any "give and take" spirit. After she finished speaking, she said, "Goodbye, Dad~"
The mother and daughter are really in the same vein when it comes to changing topics so quickly that it's confusing.
Song Fenglin rarely complained in his heart, looked at the quiet screen and laughed, then put down his phone: "Have you ordered?"
Chen Yun: "I've placed the order."
After all, she is her biological daughter, and she can inadvertently help her father save himself the difficult time of deciding the menu.
Song Fenglin secretly rejoiced, but his smile froze the next second.
Despite the commotion around him, he still heard Chen Yun ask word for word: "What would happen if I said I hated you?"
Why make such an assumption? He put his hands on the table, and his short round nails seemed to be trying to grab something.
Chen Yun was afraid that he would hurt himself, so she placed her hand on the back of his hand: "You don't mind what your daughter said because you are sure that she still loves you. Even if I said it as a joke, you would just be scared. I was wrong. It's not that you care too much, it's that I made you feel that I don't care enough."
The last two words coincided perfectly with the waiter's delivery of the dish, and any unfinished words disappeared.
Chen Yun didn't seem to want to continue, instead she picked up her chopsticks and said, "Eat."
Song Fenglin couldn't eat at all, and subconsciously grabbed her hand, feeling panicked as if he was about to be abandoned.
I don’t know what he was imagining, he looked like he was about to fall apart.
Chen Yun said gently: "I swear, I won't hate you."
She didn't even need to shout her heart out, just one sentence could dispel all of Song Fenglin's anxieties, even if it was only a short-lived placebo.
But it doesn’t matter, Chen Yun already knows what to do with him.
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