Song Yihuan didn't lie, this was indeed a verbal agreement between her and Zhu Shanding.

I didn't expect that such a person would want to see him, Chu Shuolan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes showed a faint alienation and indifference.

He was not used to dealing with strangers.

However, for his unfinished wife's request, Chu Shuolan was willing to meet her.

Song Yihuan saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and although the kiss on his face was vague, it still made her see a trace of reluctance.

She added: "He is very curious, what is the young master of the Li family, who is famous in Youzhou City, what does he look like, why he has only heard his name for so many years and has not seen him, if it has caused you trouble, I haven't said this." ”

Listening to her explanation, Chu Shuolan hooked his lips and smiled: "I didn't say that I shouldn't go down, where is that person now?" ”

"It's right outside."

Chu Shuolan thought for a while and said to Song Yihuan: "You push me out." ”

His dormitory was reluctant to be entered, as if his territory was occupied by others, which made him uncomfortable.

"Okay—"

Song Yihuan got up and came behind Chu Shuolan, and she pushed her wheelchair and walked out.

……

Outside the living room, Ming En served tea to Zhu Shanding.

This person came with Miss Song, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off.

Today's Zhu Shanding is very decent, his face is very white, not like yesterday's embarrassment, and the clothes he wears are old but clean.

The sound of a wheelchair came from the dormitory, and Ming'en quickly raised her head and walked towards the dormitory.

Before he could come, Song Yihuan had already pushed Chu Shuolan to appear in the living room.

"Childe, why don't you come out without a piece of clothing."

Mingen stomped her foot and walked briskly towards the dormitory, looking at it to go in and get her clothes.

Song Yihuan lowered his eyes and looked at Chu Shuolan who was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a crescent-colored gown, embroidered with gorgeous patterns in green silk, the texture of the clothes was very good at a glance, and it should be a very expensive material.

Looking at it this way, Chu Shuolan is indeed wearing very little.

Song Yihuan's face showed a little embarrassment, and she apologized to the young man in a wheelchair: "It's my negligence, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, it's Ming'en making a fuss, it's not cold with the dragon burning in the house."

"Why isn't it cold, Childe, you forgot that you were cold in the house last time, and drank several large bowls of ginger soup."

Ming'en, who came from the dormitory, said as she sent the coat in her hand to Song Yihuan very naturally.

This action attracted the attention of several people present.

Chu Shuolan's deep eyes flashed with a hint of clarity, and the meaning of Ming En's thought seemed too straightforward.

Looking at the clothes delivered to him, Song Yihuan was stunned for a moment, and then calmly reached out to take it.

She opened her clothes and gently draped them on Chu Shuolan's body.

After that, he walked up to him again, bent slightly to tidy up the collar in front of him, and his movements were extremely natural, as well as the carefulness of this girl's family.

This is the first time that Chu Shuolan has approached a woman so closely.

He even smelled Song Yihuan's body, a faint fragrance of his daughter.

After doing all this, Song Yihuan stood up straight, and the apology on her face disappeared a little.

Chu Shuolan touched the comfortable clothes on his body, narrowed his deep eyes slightly, and set his eyes on the girl in front of him, and his gaze stayed on her for a long time.

After a while, he said softly, "Thank you." ”

Song Yihuan waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, and she turned to look at Zhu Shanding, who was sitting not far away, and immediately got up from the seat after she and Chu Shuolan came out.