"Weichen, your wife is here, waiting for you at the door. The man entered the office with a water glass, walked to Yan Weichen's desk, frowned and cried and continued: "I really envy you, why don't I even have a girlfriend!"

Yan Weichen got up and patted the man's shoulder with a smile and said, "Doctor Lu, you envy having a wife first, and in a few months, maybe you should envy me for having a child." With that, Yan Weichen walked out of the office quickly, leaving the envious Lu Can, and the next second he complained in the direction where Yan Weichen left: "You can't give any compensation for killing the dog!"

Song Luoluo saw Yan Weichen coming out in a hurry, and she quickly lifted the two large gift boxes placed at her feet to greet her and said, "Weichen!"

Yan Weichen frowned when he saw this, reached out and pinched Song Luoluo's frozen red face and said, "In such a cold weather, why don't you wear a mask!" As he spoke, he took the things in Song Luoluo's hand and continued: "Why don't you go home directly? This thing is weirdly heavy, and it still runs back and forth." ”

Song Luoluo smiled "hehe", then took Yan Weichen's arm and said, "Aren't people missing you! Anyway, you still have twenty minutes to get off work." Immediately, Yan Weichen smiled and said, "Ghost girl-I have booked the ticket, and it will be ten o'clock tomorrow morning." As soon as the words fell, Song Luoluo catered and said: "Okay, I can finally go back to Shanghai to have a look, I really want Qiaoqiao and Miao Miao, when we called three times last night, I knew that Miao Miao was actually with Brother Mingxuan, and Qiaoqiao's little daughters are almost a year old!"

Yan Weichen continued: "Then go back this time, you three will ...... well" Before she finished speaking, Song Luoluo's phone bell interrupted the conversation between the two, she took out her mobile phone and looked at it, the caller ID was - Jing Mingxuan!

"Xiaojie, is that you?"

"It's me. ”

"Do you want to go back to Shanghai for the Chinese New Year? If you come back, come to the house with Weichen...... By the way, I'll tell you both about something. ”

"What's the matter, so mysterious?"

"Are you sure you will marry Yan Weichen? This love is humble to the bones, suffering from gains and losses, and you can't ask for it! You can feel that I love you, right?"

“...... What do you mean by that? I warn you, be good to Miao Miao, or Qiaoqiao and I won't let you go!"

As soon as the words fell, the phone was cut off by the other party, she looked at Yan Weichen very suspiciously, but she still didn't tell him what Jing Mingxuan said under Yan Weichen's inquiry, just prevaricated and said: "It's okay, I don't know what he said, it's weird - Weichen, go home and go home!"

It was night, Song Luoluo was very restless lying on the bed, the darkness almost covered her whole body, the fear in her heart no one could understand, saying it was just to add fun to others, to Wei Chen? He would only pout speechlessly, and he didn't want to say a word, as soon as she thought of this, she began to wonder if Wei Chen loved her? Is her loneliness and helplessness really no one can understand? Or is the person who understands Jing Mingxuan?

The next day, Song Luoluo woke up on the plane for the second time, she turned her head to look at Yan Weichen, who was reading a magazine, and was about to speak, but Yan Weichen took the first step and said: "Wake up, eat something and pad, we still have half an hour to arrive." Even when he said to Song Luoluo, his eyes still stayed on the magazine, and for a long time, he didn't hear Song Luoluo's reply, so he turned around to look at Song Luoluo, and when he saw her stunned appearance, he couldn't help but speak again: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Luoluo shook his head with a shallow smile and responded, "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of something." With that, she picked up the bread in her hand and looked out the window and nibbled on it, her eyes somehow moistened instantly, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears, for fear of being seen by Yan Weichen.