Cui Junwen was a little impatient, "It's not because you're stupid, if you hadn't provoked your uncle first, you can still find your uncle now, now you can only coax her by yourself, or wait for your grandmother to come back!" ”

"I said that Song Nanxi deliberately harmed me! How could I possibly send my uncle something like that! ”

"What's the use of you telling me?" Cui Junwen stood up and said disdainfully: "You have to explain to your uncle, and your uncle will only count if he believes it." ”

Cui Xuena was so angry that she wanted to cry when she thought about it, "This slut ......"

"Okay," Cui Junwen looked at the packed small room, "You still have to think about how to coax Song Nanxi to hand over the room." ”

Cui Xuena nodded unwillingly, and after watching Cui Junwen leave, she picked up her mobile phone and sent WeChat to Song Yunhe.

[Nabi~]: Uncle, I've learned a lesson, Nanxi snatched my room, don't be angry, okay?

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Song Yunhe sat in the study, supporting his face with his hands, and his mood was full of complicated.

He watched several children grow up, among which Cui Xuena has always been the most considerate, the most filial, and the most sensible.

When Song Nanxi was making a fuss, Cui Xuena would always soothe his mood in time, and over time, Song Yunhe also had a little more preference for her.

But this is limited to the love of the elders for the younger generations.

But I didn't expect Cui Xuena to ...... Give away something like that, say such thoughtful and loving words to him again and again, and combine it......

Song Yunhe didn't want to think about his niece in such a perverted direction, but he couldn't help but feel sick and nauseous.

This child has lacked fatherly love since he was a child.

Perhaps, it was just a moment of confusion......

'Ding'

The WeChat of the private phone rang.

Song Yunhe took his mobile phone and was shocked when he saw Cui Xuena's text message.

Nanxi robbed her room?

What's going on?

Song Yunhe subconsciously stood up, and the person had already left the study.

The people from the handling company were still cleaning up, and when Song Yunhe walked over, he saw Aunt Wen, the maid at home, coming out.

Aunt Wen smiled: "Sir." ”

Song Yunhe frowned, "What's going on?" ”

"Because Nanxi's legs and feet are inconvenient, I changed the room back," Aunt Wen said, "In the past, this room was specially prepared by Mr. Shen for his granddaughter, and the person who lived in it later became Cui Xuena, but fortunately, it was finally changed back, and it can be regarded as the return of the goods to the original owner, right, sir?" ”

Song Yunhe was vaguely in a trance.

Oh, yes.

This room used to be Nanxi's.

"Aunt Wen, what's wrong?" Song Nanxi's voice came from inside.

Aunt Wen turned around and smiled, "It's your dad who is here." ”

Song Yunhe's gaze had penetrated behind her and saw his daughter.

Song Nanxi was wearing pajamas, and her hair was still wet on her shoulders.

The little goose egg face still has a little baby fat, maybe it is the reason why he has just taken a bath, and the whole person looks like he is covered with a layer of mist.

When I saw him, my ruddy lips pursed slightly, and my eyes fluctuated slightly, but after all, I still called: "Dad." ”

Song Yunhe realized that he didn't know when he started, so he held his breath, and finally let go when he heard the sound of 'Dad'.

Song Nanxi opened her eyes and said softly: "Are you coming to settle accounts with me?" After a pause, he seemed to laugh at himself, and muttered: "Also, she is the one you hurt the most." ”