It's just that they haven't been close over the years, but they are also related by blood, where would Wen Xiang not understand his daughter's thoughts, seeing that Song Xingchen was still that gentle and indifferent, he was a little more satisfied with this son-in-law in his heart, and interrupted what Wen Xiang hadn't finished speaking, "You just don't have a habit of it, and people don't dislike you, what else do you want?" ”

A little emotion that had just brewed in the bottom of my heart disappeared in an instant.

So, in their hearts, is she still climbing Song Xingchen?

Wen Gu instantly felt a little crying and laughing, and then saw that Song Xingchen on the side was also looking at her with his eyes shining, looking at her lightly, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you give it to Siyu." She never thought about having anything to do with Song Xingchen.

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere of the room changed.

Wen could feel that there was a little more joy under Wen's mother's eyes, as if this was the best thing, and then rubbed next to Wen's father, and said softly, "The child is her father." ”

"Nonsense!" Wen Xiang didn't understand what his wife was going to say, but why, what originally belonged to his daughter had to be given to an outsider.

Don't talk about the toys when you were a child and the glory when you grow up, and now even men have to grab them?

Song Xingchen's eyes, which had always been faint and without waves, were also scratched a few points of injury, and then quickly disappeared.

Wen didn't know how she ended this topic later, and when she turned around, there were only two people left in the hall, her and Song Xingchen.

Before Wen Xiang left, he seemed to have deliberately glanced at her and Song Xingchen with such a gaze, which had the intention of asking them to cultivate their relationship well.

In fact, the heart of the old man refused.

I just don't know what Song Xingchen thinks.

Probably not much, right?

"Huh?" There was still a little uncertainty in Wen Gu's heart, and when she saw Song Xingchen by her side, staring at her faintly, she couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

Wen Gu only saw a little embarrassment under Song Xingchen's eyes, which quickly dispersed, and then the smile that had not changed for thousands of years, "What's wrong?" ”

Because of dinner, coupled with Hu Siyu's trouble, Wen's father and Wen's mother were not in a good mood, and if you think about it carefully, it is her and Song Xingchen who are safe.

But Wen didn't miss the uncomfortable on Song Xingchen's face, and immediately rubbed to his side and patted him on the shoulder, "What kind of expression do you have?" ”

What emoji?

Song Xingchen felt a slight pain in his heart.

At the beginning, he could also tell himself, Wen Gu just didn't realize his feelings, so many years have passed, and the men who appeared next to Wen Gu are almost counted, and he subconsciously feels that he should be the most suitable person for Wen Gu.

However, it doesn't seem to be that way.

Song Xingchen began to gradually discover that it was really his wishful thinking.

"Hmm." Song Xingchen took a breath, adjusted his mood, and then said to Wen Gu, "Why don't you want to be with me?" "The voice is low, and it looks sickly soft.

Wen really didn't expect Song Xingchen to say this, and then brewed the wording, and asked instead of answering, "Do you want to be with me?" Most of the flashy heads of the old were meant to be a few jokes, but to Song Xingchen, it sounded like a different taste.

"yes." I only heard the man's tone be soft and faint, as if he was saying something that was not worth mentioning.

However, only Song Xingchen himself knew how nervous he was in his heart under that indifferent gaze, and he couldn't let Wen know about it.

It was also a pause, and then he looked at Song Xingchen carefully for a long time, and then said slowly, "Don't make trouble, who are we with." After so many years of friendship, why didn't she see that Song Xingchen's feelings for her were not just friends.

It's just that Song Xingchen, who has always followed the old story, suddenly stopped doing it this time, and his tone became stricter, if he hadn't been with him for a long time, Wen Xingchen might really feel that there was a different person by his side.

And not the sick and weak Song Xingchen.

"Don't you feel anything about me?" In a short period of time, Song Xingchen thought a lot, and then all the words became such a short sentence.

Wen thought about it and shook his head.

Actually, she was still moved, but she felt that Song Xingchen was too far away, and hurriedly extinguished the spark that had not yet been stirred up in her heart.

It wasn't until later that I slowly got used to this state.

I feel that since it is not my own thing after all, then don't think about having it, and I will be even more sad when I lose it.

Fortunately, Song Xingchen is not the kind of person who is easy to be hit, he shook his head when he saw Wen Gu, although he was a little discouraged in his heart, but he would not show it, his voice was shallow and faint, extremely good, like a lullaby, "So, is there anyone you like?" "If it was before, Song Xingchen wouldn't have asked that.

After all, this is not the same as it used to be.

There is one more Su Qihua by his side, which is enough to make Song Xingchen, who has always lacked confidence, start to worry.

Wen still shook his head and said, "No." ”

She really doesn't have anyone she likes, and the most, it's just that she occasionally sends a girl's heart to the male protagonist in the novel.

Seeing this, Song Xingchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "That's good." Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he felt much more relaxed.

What I'm most afraid of is not that you don't love me, but that you entrust your heart to others.

The heart is still there, and so is the hope.

When Wen Gu heard Song Xingchen's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said a little helplessly, "You just want me to be single all the time?" "Although I know that people don't mean this, I just talk about it casually.

Who knows, Song Xingchen's face became more and more serious.

In the huge room, you can even hear each other's breathing, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers.

Song Xingchen pursed his lips lightly, and there was no half-point joke under his eyes, "Isn't there still me?" Actually, let's be more straightforward, after all, the emotional intelligence of the old man is a little lower than that of ordinary people.

Dumbfounded.

After a long while, he chose to bypass Song Xingchen and went to the room he hadn't seen for a long time.

But his wrist was grabbed suddenly.

"Hehe" smiled gently, with a bit of inexplicable meaning, which made Song Xingchen's heart turbulent for a while, and the strength in his hand was also small.

Wen Su walked a little distance away from Song Xingchen, and then dared to speak, "I feel like I'm hallucinating." "Roughly speaking, let's just think it's a dream, and the next time we meet, it's as if nothing happened.

Song Xingchen was also dumbfounded for a while, and finally had to sigh helplessly.