"I'm telling you, if the old lady hadn't let you stay at our house, I would have driven you out." Jiang Xiangyue glared at Song Sijing viciously and roared.

Song Sijing bit her lower lip aggrievedly, lowered her head, and looked at Di Haozhe, but as a result, Di Haozhe didn't see it, so he lowered his head and ate directly.

Damn it.

Song Sijing was angry in her heart.

The angry ones are about to explode.

With his head down, he clenched his fists hard, and his long nails dug into his flesh......

……

When Di Haotian took Song Nuanqing on the way back, he asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Uh...... I didn't think of it either. I don't have classes in the afternoon, are you busy in the afternoon? Song Nuanqing thought, if he is not busy in the afternoon, he can make dumplings for him to eat, doesn't he like to eat dumplings?

"Hmm. How? Di Haotian half-squinted his eyes and looked at her tenderly and asked.

"If you are free in the afternoon, I can make dumplings for you to eat, don't you like to eat dumplings?" Song Nuanqing smiled at him.

"Good. What do I need to buy? When Di Haotian heard this, his heart softened, no matter how busy he was in the afternoon, he didn't go.

Song Nuanqing looked at him with a happy look, and her heart was sweet.

But......

What is the relationship between the two of them now?

Di Haotian never seemed to have told her about the relationship between the two of them, but sometimes the two of them were like intimate couples, and when he was in the hospital today, Di Haotian also admitted that Song Nuanqing was his woman......

So......

It should be his girlfriend, right?

Well. Girlfriend.

Should be.

Girlfriend now, ...... in the future I will marry him, and be his wife, and I will be with him for the rest of my life.

No......

Be with him all the days of your life.

Thinking of this, I smiled sweetly.

"Laughing at what? I don't go to work, you're so happy? Di Haotian turned his head, with tenderness between his eyebrows.

"Uh...... No, it isn't. Song Nuanqing blushed a little, what did she say he didn't go to work, she was so happy?

Is it because she can make dumplings for him to eat with her own hands, so she is so happy, okay?

Hum......

Song Nuanqing knew that Di Haotian must be a ghost, it was impossible not to understand what she meant, and it was impossible not to understand what she was laughing at, so Song Nuanqing knew that he knew.

He just didn't say anything, and Ann didn't know anything.

"Why is that?" Di Haotian seemed to want to force her to say it.

Well, since Di Haotian wanted her to say it, she said it.

He likes to hear her, and she says.

"Because, I can make dumplings for you to eat." Song Nuanqing looked at Di Haotian with a smile, her smile was innocent and sweet, and her big eyes were watery and winked at him like the brightest star in the stars, which was particularly bright and beautiful.

"Hmm." Di Haotian freed up a hand and gently held her small hand on his thigh.

Song Nuanqing's little hand was a little cold, but Di Haotian's hand was so warm, holding her little hand tightly in her hand, the warmth was slowly transmitted to Song Nuanqing's heart, with a trace of sweetness, with a trace of happiness.

"Di Haotian ......" Song Nuanqing really wanted Di Haotian to tell their relationship at this time.

"Huh?" Di Haotian held the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes stared at the road in front of him, and occasionally turned his head to look at Song Nuanqing, his eyes were gentle and affectionate.