The despicable Jian Feng stared at the despicable simple for a whole afternoon, although the two of them were reading a book and the other was watching a variety show, but any person could see that the atmosphere between the two people was weird.

Song Yuan played with Jian Ziyu for a while, and when she turned her head, she saw Jian Feng turning her head sideways to see the simplicity again.

"Tsk. Song Yuan sighed softly.

Jian Ziyu quickly put together the puzzle, and looked up with some confusion when he heard Song Kite's voice.

"It's fine. Song Yuan touched Jian Ziyu's head, "You are so fast puzzles, do you have any skills?"

"No, I just know that this piece should be here. ”

Jian Ziyu's image shorthand ability is particularly strong, and Song Yuan simply suspects that their family's IQ is not the same as that of normal people.

"You ......" Song Yuan suddenly wanted to ask Jian Ziyu what she thought of her mother, but she recalled that in the timeline that Jian Feng mentioned to her, Jian Ziyu's mother died very early.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Jian Ziyu saw her doubts and asked her seriously.

"I want to ask, has your father and Jian Feng always been like this?"

Jian Ziyu turned his head when he heard this, and then said "um".

"Ah......" Song Yuan sighed.

"Aren't they very good at looking like this?" Jian Ziyu continued to put his head down and put together the puzzle.

"What do you say?" asked Song Yuan.

"I've seen other people's uncles quarrel with their uncles and get into fights. Jian Ziyu held her chin, not thinking about how the puzzle should be arranged, but seriously thinking about the past relationship between Jian Feng and Jian Jian, "But my father and uncle just kept staring at each other, and they didn't make too much noise when they quarreled, let alone fight." That's good. ”

Song Yuan feels that Jian Ziyu has really inherited the simple style in some places, and is used to describing things that are not bad or all are very good.

If it's a simple style, the style of the simple style is probably ......

"So you don't have to worry about them. Jian Ziyu looked very understanding, "These two people are like this." ”

"Oh. Song Yuan nodded.

"Will Aunt Song Yuan and my uncle always be together in the future?" Jian Ziyu asked her suddenly.

Song Yuan paused for a moment and said, "It should be." ”

"That's good. A smile opened at the corner of Jian Ziyu's mouth, "Then can I come over often to play in the future?"

"Yes. Song Yuan nodded.

"You don't ...... just because my dad is a nasty guy"

"I don't think your dad is a nuisance, and I don't transfer my opinion of your dad to you. Song Yuan quickly interrupted him.

"Oh. ”

Song Yuan felt that Jian Ziyu should be a very loveless child. She has never thought about the problem of Jian Ziyu's single parent, but now it seems that among the group of people in the Jian family, this little guy needs to be taken care of the most. After all, Jian Feng and Jian Jian are adults, and they did not lack love in their childhood. Whether a person can have a complete and happy childhood has a great impact on the future, and Song Yuan deeply believes it.

"You can come to my house more often in the future, and your father said he wants to move here. Song Yuan thought for a while, "Maybe in the past, your uncle often had to work overtime and couldn't take care of you, but my working hours are relatively stable, and I can take care of you in the future." If you have any homework that you don't know, you can also come and ask me. ”

Jian Ziyu listened to Song Yuan's words and responded slowly.

"Won't bother me. Song Yuan smiled at him, "I like children very much." ”

Jian Ziyu finally raised his head and looked at Song Yuan with a confused gaze, "Really?"

"Yes. Song Kite continued to touch his head.

Jian Feng, who had been stared at for an afternoon and couldn't succeed in staring away, swaggered down in their house. Jian Feng's whole person was going crazy, he hesitated for a long time, and finally left Jian alone in the living room to watch a variety show near midnight, and pulled Song Yuan up to the third floor.

Song Yuan was dragged by Jian Feng for a while, and asked him not to say anything, Jian Feng opened the door of his laboratory on the third floor, turned his head and locked the door.

The heavy electronic door snapped and locked.

Song Yuan couldn't see Jian Feng's expression clearly in the dimness, the atmosphere was a little tense, and his eyes adjusted a little, Song Yuan looked at Jian Feng who was standing half a step in front of him through the starlight.

"Yes...... What's wrong?" Song Kite asked tentatively.

Jian Feng didn't speak, took Song Yuan's hand and walked to the window, the light of the moon was dim, the starlight was not enough to illuminate this room, Song Yuan felt that he might accidentally touch the folder that Jian Feng piled up on the wall, and walked very carefully, but Jian Feng didn't care.

"How about you...... It's kind of scary. Song Yuan said helplessly.

"Wait a little longer. He finally spoke.

Song Yuan was even more puzzled, she accompanied Jian Feng to stand by the window for about five minutes, and she seemed to hear a ding, and fireworks rose outside the window.

"Happy birthday. He said.

Song Yuan was stunned in place, and saw the expression on Jian Feng's face by the firelight, ah, this man actually blushed.