Song Ziyan felt that he might be away from Liangliang......

Not far off.

Song Ziyan sat on the edge for several days, and when he got to the free time, he immediately took Qi Moyue back to Nancheng, dragging a large bag of gifts in his hand, which was also one of his survival strategies.

On the way, Song Ziyan kept holding Qi Moyue's hand and chattered: "Don't be nervous, you know the people in our family, and they spoil me very much." ”

Qi Moyue nodded every time, and responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not nervous." ”

Even the self-detonation of the little hooligan is gratified.

But every moment, Song Ziyan, who was very nervous, would pull Qi Moyue and ask for a while, and even Li Shun, who drove Song Ziyan home, could obviously feel that it was Song Ziyan who was nervous, but he didn't dare to say anything, just expressed his opinions from time to time.

"Master Yan, actually, I don't think there's anything to be nervous about." Li Shun glanced at Song Ziyan, who was clearly nervous but still pretending to be calm, through the rearview mirror, and added: "I want to lose weight, suddenly another wife comes home, and my parents want to provide for me, don't worry, no problem." ”

Song Ziyan held his chin and sighed: "Am I the same as you?" I didn't secretly fall in love and got caught. ”

"Well, he'......"

Li Shun was stunned on his face, but he was galloping in his heart, could it be that Master Yan was raising a little white face outside, and was caught by his family and brought back for questioning?

"Don't think about it." Song Ziyan had already guessed the complicated script staged in Li Shun's heart and said: "It's a pity that you don't want to be a screenwriter." ”

Li Shun smiled embarrassedly, and wanted to ask something, but Song Ziyan spoke.

"I'm married, and this is my legal husband."

Since then, Li Shun has never spoken in Nancheng.

Just now he was still worried about Yan Ye and frantically comforted her, but now he felt that it was himself who needed to be comforted.

Let's just assume that he didn't speak.

……

The scene of social death may be now.

Song Ziyan, who was sitting on pins and needles, faced Yin Yi, who was sitting opposite him, Mr. Yan and Ms. Song, the eldest brother, the second sister and the younger brother who were sitting on both sides of the long table smiled awkwardly.

Song Ziyan's hand under the table poked Qi Moyue, who was sitting next to him, and made eye contact with him with his head sideways.

"What should I do, am I going to be cold?"

"No, it won't."

"I'm going to think ......"

Song Ziyan's eyes were full of helplessness, compared with Qi Moyue, who had a calm face and full of confidence in his eyes, Song Ziyan was really a little coward.

The cowardly one is a clear one.

The people in the audience looked at the table full of food, no one spoke, and the air was so quiet that it made the scalp tingle.

Song Ziyan felt that he had to turn passive into active, so he took chopsticks and slipped a chopstick dish for Yin Yi: "Why don't we eat first?" ”

Yin Yi nodded: "Eat, talk while eating." ”

Song Ziyan thought that his grandfather didn't say anything, so he relaxed his mentality, but life is always full of ups and downs, and in less than two seconds, Yin Yi began to contemplate Song Ziyan.

"There are things that you can't rush for a while."

As soon as Yin Yi's words fell, Song Yiyang smiled at Song Ziyan in a weird manner.

Good guy, it's finally not him who is taking the blame.

Song Ziyan saw that Song Yiyang's careful thinking was clear, so he glared back mercilessly.

"Some pots, you can't carry them if you want to!"

Song Yiyang ignored Song Ziyan, and concentrated on cooking, as if he was deliberately making it for Song Ziyan, who tasted like chewing wax, and ate it so fragrantly.

Song Ziyan secretly gritted his teeth, it seemed that the time to hurt each other was coming.