Song Yan didn't take his words to heart, and picked up the rice in the bowl in two or three clicks.

Ye Jue suddenly remembered that Song Yan had been fostered under someone else's name for five years, and when she first arrived at Li Meina's house, she saw that Li Meina treated Song Yan so well, so she thought that Song Yan could live in that family, and she would never consider them in the opposite direction.

Isn't it all because of her hard work in the past five years that she can have the cooking skills she has now.

Ye Jue suddenly felt distressed, and when he saw Song Yan cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he quickly got up to help: "I'll clean up, you go to the hall to chat with my mother, she will talk to you every day after she gets home." ”

"Me?" Song Yan pointed to herself, and then pointed to the dishes and chopsticks on the table: "Are you okay?" ”

"I can."

"Are you sure, if this bowl breaks a grandma, it will be distressing, or I'll come." She raised her hand and continued to clean up.

Ye Jue grabbed her arm strongly, took away the bowl in her hand, stacked it on top of another pile of bowls, and cleaned it up in an orderly manner.

"What won't be cleaned up, when I was a child, my family was not rich, they were all from poor families, I am not a great uncle who thinks I am a great man after a few years of being a soldier, you go and rest, you are busy in the kitchen in the morning." Ye Jue's voice is mellow and low, obviously speaking very softly and softly, but it makes people feel very powerful and full of energy.

A big boy who looks cold and arrogant on the outside, but there is an indescribable tenderness in his bones.

And what does he look like in the army?

Really curious.

"Okay, I'll go with Aunt Ye." Song Yan left the table.

Zhao Chaoying went to take a lunch break, and Song Jiang stayed to drink wine with Ye Minglang and talk about things in the seventies and eighties.

Song Yan chatted with Su Ying in the room, talking about Ye Jue's naughty things when he was a child.

At about three o'clock, Ye Jue drove Ye Minglang and his wife home.

In less than five o'clock, Ye Jue returned to Zhaixi.

He said he wanted to cook, and Song Yan was by his side to help him.

After dinner, Song Yan and Ye Jue walked on the highway hand in hand.

Regarding Song Yimin's matter, neither of them said a word, and they didn't want their good mood to be ruined by this woman.

The sky is getting darker, the heat of the day is blown away by the evening breeze, and the air is not so boring.

Song Yan took his fingers and walked slowly onto the road, lowering his head as he walked, and kept watching Ye Jue's steps.

Ye Jue suddenly stopped, pulled Song Yan into his arms, put his big palm on her head and asked, "Yan'er, are you still satisfied with the things I arranged today?" ”

Song Yan grabbed the clothes around his waist, looked up at him, thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about setting up the wine venue, or am you about me being admitted to Hudong Middle School?" ”

"Both." Ye Jue cares most about her feelings and thoughts,

If she has her own ideas, he is willing to cooperate.

Song Yan lowered her head, put her head on his chest and said, "No, I'm very satisfied, you don't have many days to recuperate, and after you get married, I'll sign up by myself." ”

The prestigious school she longed for, she only studied for one semester in her last life, and was persuaded by Song Yimin to quit for various reasons, and then left Songjia Village.

"There is still time to send you to school, I can't go to work as soon as I marry my daughter-in-law, I have to arrange where you live, not the campus."

"And where do I live?" Song Yan's eyes widened and her face flushed......

Song Yan reacted suddenly, after getting married, the two of them will share the same bed and do some unspeakable things!