Wen Yu wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said slowly, "It's not very sudden." ”

She looked at Sheng Yuchuan on the side, his expression was as usual, and he didn't mean to help, so he said slowly: "We liked each other five years ago, but we separated by a little misunderstanding, and we will get married when we meet again." ”

Sheng Yuchuan took a bite of fish, full of fat and very greasy, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Wen Yu with a teasing look in his eyes.

It's like saying, you make it up, you continue to make it up.

Wen Yu's heart was a little weak, and his hand touched Sheng Yuchuan's thigh, but he quietly took it away, and then put a piece of fish in her bowl, "Eat your meal." ”

"Oh." Wen Yu whispered, peeking at Song Zhirou, only to see her face gloomy.

Wen Yu was in a good mood, stuffed the tuna into his mouth, and chewed his face bulging.

"Since you're married, get along well and give me a grandson."

Old Man Sheng was in good spirits, and he spoke with a lot of energy, as if he was an order.

Wen Yu didn't know how to get back, so he could only look at Shengyu River.

"Old man, are you too bored to be idle? Or I'll find something for you to do. He said.

Old Man Sheng didn't mind Sheng Yuchuan's words, but said: "I'm too bored, I'll go to City A for two days in a few days to meet those old guys." ”

Zeng Jing said as if persuading: "Young people are not in a hurry to have children now, and it will be okay two years later, and we will talk about it when the relationship is stable." ”

What do you say......

Wen Yu buried his head in the rice.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was neither good nor bad, Zeng Jing chatted with Song Zhirou without a match, as if they were mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Until, there was a voice at the door, "Mom-"

Zeng Jing looked at it when he heard the sound, and then hurriedly ran over and took the things in the young man's hand, "Little Ancestor, why did you come back!" ”

"It's boring at school, I don't have many classes today, so I'll be back."

The boy is very similar to Sheng Yuchuan, especially the eyes, which are narrow and long, but the young man is ruffian, and Sheng Yuchuan has a cold feeling.

As he spoke, he walked to the table, saw Wen Yu, and laughed, "Yo, there is a beautiful woman in the family, which celebrity introduced me to my brother?" ”

Everyone: "......"

At this time, Sheng Min, who had not spoken, spoke: "Sheng Shihao, go wash your hands and eat." ”

Sheng Shihao went to the kitchen to wash his hands, then pulled out the stool, sat down, Zeng Jing introduced, "That's your sister-in-law, Wen Yu"

"Sister-in-law?" Sheng Shihao exclaimed, "Brother, you're too fast." ”

Wen Yu: "......"

Over there, Sheng Shihao accosted Old Man Sheng again, "Grandpa, let me tell you......"

He has a lively personality, and he can say a few words to anyone at the dinner table, on the other hand, Shengyu Chuan, who has been eating with his head bored, but he hasn't eaten much.

Deserted, separated from this home by a wall.

After dinner, Song Zhirou was going back, and she said goodbye to everyone.

"Come back tomorrow, it just so happens that Yuchuan is at home." Zeng Jing said to Sheng Yuchuan again, "Send Zhirou." ”

"I'll go too." Wen Yu volunteered.

"Don't you have pain in your feet?" Sheng Yuchuan asked.

After saying that, they went out one after the other.

As the sun sets, the orange afterglow falls on the two of them, tall men and thin women, beautiful and jealous.

Song Zhirou gave the things in her hand to Sheng Yuchuan, and he took it.

The movements are skillful and natural.

Wen Yu's heart was sullen, and she turned her head to see Zeng Jing looking at her incomprehensibly.

"Don't be jealous, they have been friends for more than ten years, you definitely can't compare."

"I know." After speaking, Wen Yu went upstairs.

She thought that Sheng Yuchuan would come back in a while, but she didn't expect that by ten o'clock in the evening, he had no information at all.

Wen Yu couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, repeatedly pressed the phone, and a text message popped out of the screen, "I twisted my foot, Yuchuan is with me in the hospital, don't get me wrong." ”

An image is attached.

In the picture, Sheng Yuchuan stood in line in the crowd, holding medicine in one hand and water in the other, as if he noticed Song Zhirou secretly filming him.

The eyebrows on one side were raised, helpless and spoiled.