"Alright, here we go. ”

The car slowly drove into the garage, and Su Meng opened the door and walked down.

She stood at the door and looked at it, the big star's house was different, hundreds of times stronger than her dormitory.

"Let's go inside. ”

The assistant opened the door, and then called Su Meng.

"Oh, good. ”

Su Meng nodded, and then swept it in large bags.

Song Qing's housekeeper's house is a duplex structure, or Su Meng's favorite duplex.

She stood in the middle of the living room, then looked up, the high ceiling making her a little dizzy.

... It's too unproductive.

She couldn't help but complain about herself.

"Sit down, I'll clean it up for you. ”

The assistant saw that Su Meng had been standing there without moving, and spoke.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll do it myself. ”

Su Meng hurriedly waved her hand, and then pulled the suitcase over.

"I'll just come by myself, don't bother you, Assistant Liu. ”

"Okay,"

Assistant Liu looked at his phone.

"Then why don't I go over first, I'll have to go over to the Qingzhi crew. ”

"Okay, thank you, Assistant Liu, I'm sorry for your trouble. ”

Su Meng thanked him.

"You're so polite, it's really fine. ”

After Assistant Liu went out, Su Meng finally sat gently on the sofa of Song Qing's housekeeper.

The sofa was soft, and Su Meng's face was stiff.

How... Why did you suddenly get married, and then suddenly moved to Song Qingzhi's house?

Can life really be a little more bloody?

Is this real?

Then Su Meng fell asleep on the soft sofa tired and hungry.

When she woke up, Song Qingzhi was sitting at the other end of the sofa looking at her.

Su Meng struggled and rubbed her eyes, then half-sat up and picked up her phone to look at the time.

Thirty...

It's half past five?!

I have to go to Song's mother's house for dinner in the evening!

Why is Song Qingzhi here?

And then look at me with your arms folded?

Su Meng was stunned again.

"Song ...... Qingzhi?"

"Can I go?"

Song Qingzhi stood up and glanced at him.

Su Meng understood, what Song Qingzhi said should be going to Song's mother's house for dinner.

"Yes, yes. ”

Su Meng stood up, and then staggered because she had just woken up and her legs were weak.

She smiled embarrassedly, and then only saw Song Qingzhi's back.

Su Meng stood in front of Song Qingzhi's car, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the back door.

"Take the co-pilot. ”

Song Qingzhi said.

Su Meng glanced at him, Song Qingzhi still didn't have any expression, and then he opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

There was silence in the car.

Su Meng was so bored that she lowered her head and swiped Weibo.

Song Qingzhi's crew Reuters picture soared to the first place in the hot search, and Su Meng secretly opened it to see.

Song Qingzhi, who was in ancient costume, smiled handsomely and was full of youth.

It was not at all the same as Song Qingzhi, who was sitting next to him and driving.

The Song Qingzhi on the left is only wearing a simple black T, and he doesn't smile, with a serious face.

Then she saw that a station sister said that Song Qingzhi hit the cliff with his back when he was filming Hang Weiya today, and he was a little injured.

Su Meng looked up at Song Qingzhi fiercely, who sensed her gaze, and then looked over.

"You...... Are you hurt?"

Su Meng spoke cautiously.

Song Qingzhi stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the road.

He didn't speak, and Su Meng thought he wasn't going to answer.

"It's fine. ”

Song Qingzhi said.

"Hmm. ”

Su Meng nodded.

"Is Auntie okay?"

After he finished speaking, he felt Song Qingzhi glance at him, then thought about it, and changed his words: "Mom... Are you okay?"

"Discharged from the hospital today. ”

Song Qingzhi said.

"Today, not yesterday?"

"Don't you have to check again?"

"It's here. ”

Song Qingzhi stopped the car and then unbuckled his seat belt.

"Get out of the car. ”

The doorbell rang, and Mother Song welcomed Su Meng in with a warm face.

"It's good, it's good. ”

She pulled Su Meng to look left and right, and then the two walked to the table together.

"Mom, how are you doing?"

Su Meng opened his mouth and said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine. ”

Mother Song waved her hand, and then pulled Song Qingzhi to sit next to Su Meng.

"How did you two get along the last month?"

Su Meng glanced at Song Qingzhi and wondered whether to tell the truth.

To tell the truth, the two only met for the second time yesterday, and they haven't seen each other once a month in between.

"Ahh Get along..."

Su Meng looked at Song Qingzhi and didn't know what to say.

"It's good, it's very cute. ”

Song Qingzhi showed an official smile, as if in order to reassure Song's mother, he also picked up chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of braised eggplant for Su Meng.

"Mengmeng, taste this, the braised eggplant made by our mother is the best. ”

The sky can be seen, what Su Meng hates most in her life is eggplant, the kind that vomits when she eats it.

But he turned his head and saw Song's mother's smiling face, and swallowed the eggplant with a tilt of his neck.

Then she went and threw up.

Song's mother was startled, thinking that Su Meng was not feeling well, so she went to pour water with Song Qingzhi, and then kept patting his back to comfort him.

"Song Qingzhi how long will it take for you to pour water? ”

Su Meng took a few sips of the water cup.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mom, I really like eggplant, really, really. ”

Finally tossed a trip, several people returned to the table again, Su Meng made up for the embarrassment just now, and sandwiched a chopstick of steamed carrot shreds for Song Qingzhi.

"Qingzhi, you can eat it too. ”

Once again, it can be seen that Song Qingzhi hates eating carrots the most.

Song Qingzhi looked up at the sky, not daring to look at Song's mother's face.

Then the two were reprimanded.

To be precise, it was Song Qing who was unilaterally trained.

"A month for you to get along with Mengmeng and get to know each other well, are you good, but you haven't seen anyone at all?"

"Do you want to make your mother angry at the hospital again?"

Song Qingzhi was very well-behaved when he was trained, and Su Meng wanted to laugh a little when he watched it, and then he was named.

"Mengmeng, when is the next rest? Mom will remember it for you, and then count the days. ”

“... Mom, I... I can't remember. ”

Su Meng was hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

She really can't remember, her formation has never been accurate.

Last ...... It seems like a long time ago.

"Mom knows that you are all busy now, and you have just made your debut, so the mother of the child or anything will not urge you. But should you live a good life or do you have to live a good life, do you hear that Song Qingzhi is there?"

This meal was awkward, and Su Meng's face was as red as if the marriage certificate she had just received yesterday.

After promising to sleep together more than 180 times at night, the two were finally let go.

When she got home, Su Meng consciously went to pack her luggage and cleaned the guest room by the way.

Sleep together or something, forget it.

Song Qingzhi went to take a bath, and Su Meng started cleaning again after packing her luggage.

Cleaned outside the bathroom, and when he looked up, he bumped into Song Qingzhi who came out of the shower, as well as his ** body.

"I ...... Clean it up. ”

Su Meng hurriedly turned around, her face was a little feverish.