Duan Baiting was afraid that the water would be cold, so he handed it to her: "Add honey." ”

When she had finished her sip, he took the cup from her hand: "Don't bother, I'll pick you up after fifteen." ”

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Pick me up?" Won't you go back with me? ”

Duan Baiting had already gotten up, he took off his coat and took out his pajamas from the closet.

"I'll find another time to visit."

Song Wanyue doesn't understand, it doesn't mean he doesn't understand either.

Because of his appearance, the atmosphere condensed for a few minutes.

Even though they tried very hard to get closer to him, the embarrassment was still on the surface.

The embarrassment of being difficult to get close to.

It's not the same kind of person.

If the Song family had not adhered to those high and bright festivals, it would not have been possible to fall into the situation where they now need to rely on their daughters to marry.

In the past, Duan Baiting just adhered to the attitude of not paying attention.

But now, he began to think about Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue didn't listen, and she definitely wanted him to go.

"If you don't go, don't talk to me again."

She is indeed very good at threatening people, and she has to hit a snake for seven inches, but she only needs this fluttering sentence to treat him.

Duan Baiting's brows furrowed and he held the person in his arms.

"You're going to threaten me with this every time?"

Song Wanyue thought for a while: "Next time I use a divorce ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by Duan Baiting.

His voice was low: "Don't even think about it. ”

-

In the end, Duan Baiting went back to Shanghai with her.

It was the day after the end of the ancestor worship, the third day of the first lunar month.

She didn't inform her family in advance and wanted to surprise them.

The surprise did not work, but it became a fright.

The cousin was startled by Song Wanyue, who suddenly appeared behind him, and his voice was about to burst.

I was so close to not being scared out of the heart attack.

Song Wanyue said to him: "Why are you getting less and less daring." ”

The cousin complained, "I suddenly jumped out from behind you to scare you!" ”

It's not the first time I've come to the door, but today is different.

The last time was to hand over the marriage letter and give the dowry.

And this time, he came as Song Wanyue's husband.

When Song's mother saw the two of them, she hurriedly welcomed them in and called for her aunt to pour tea.

With a kind smile, he asked about Duan Baiting's current situation.

It's all right at home. I heard Wanyue say that you are very tired these days, how is your body.

After Duan Baiting sat down, he answered them one by one in a humble and polite manner.

"It's all right. I'm fine. He took the teacup handed by Song's mother with both hands, "Thank you." ”

Mother Song smiled: "Wanyue didn't say anything in advance, she didn't prepare anything. What do you like to eat, I'll ask my aunt to go grocery shopping. ”

He finished his tea and put down the teacup: "You don't have to be so troublesome, I can do it." ”

"Then how can it work, Wanyue said, you are a picky eater, and you don't like to talk, if you don't like it, you either don't eat it, or you just eat two bites perfunctory." Song Wanyue only has those eyes and her mother's likeness, and her temperament and tone of speech are different.

Mother Song smiled softly and gently: "It's rare for you to come here, how can you make you hungry." ”

Song Wanyue had enough trouble with her cousin outside, and seeing her expression, she thought that she had won a big victory.

happily sat down next to Duan Baiting: "He likes to eat light, and he doesn't like the sweet ones we usually eat." Mom, just cook him a bowl of clear soup and spicy hot. ”

Mother Song pretended to be strange and tapped lightly on her forehead: "What nonsense." ”

With a gentle smile on her face again, she stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen and have a look." Wanwan, you accompany Bai Ting to walk around. ”

"Okay."

There was a heavy snowfall yesterday and it was clean and white outside.

Not even a footprint.

Song Wanyue took him to her room.

Her room is large, with a white-pink tone, and an entire display case filled with almost all sorts of dolls.

The dresser is bigger than the desk.

The computer is in the window with a bookcase on top.

There are also neatly arranged calculators and problem sets next to them.

At a glance, he saw the doll being stored separately.

Each doll was affixed with a post-it note with a date on it.

Duan Baiting stood in front of the cabinet and stopped.

Song Wanyue hurriedly came over, blocked in front of the cabinet, and explained weakly: "These are ..... It was given to me by one of my netizens. ”

His heart moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at her: "What netizens." ”

If she could look up, she might be able to see the faint hope in his eyes.

"It's just a netizen."

Song Wanyue said.

"That's it."

Duan Baiting didn't ask any more questions, his expression returned to normal, and he nodded.

She opened the curtains to let the sun shine in.

There was a familiar scent of jasmine in the room, consistent with the smell of her.

Duan Baiting didn't know whether the smell came from the bath products she was using or the perfume.

From the first time he met her at the funeral, he smelled it.

It's light.

The reason why I know it's her is because there is no jasmine in the yard.

Some are just imperial flowers, and earth-swelling nasturtiums.

He didn't like the flowers, but they were precious, so they were there.

Thinking of how well Song's mother knew him, Duan Baiting asked her, "What did you say a lot about me?" ”

Song Wanyue nodded: "Yes, I also called her all night yesterday. ”

"What did they say?"

She leaned into his ear and whispered, "I said I like you very much, let them be nice to you." If you're not happy, I'm not happy. ”

I have to admit that under the law of all things, it is true that one thing descends from one thing.

He can see through at a glance whether what some people say is true or false.

But some people, even if they told him in advance, told him that they were lying.

He will believe, too.

The phone call did work, and Song's father went to the backyard to dig out a jar of wine.

It is said that Song Wanyue was buried on the day she was born, and several altars were buried, all of which were volatilized.

Only this one is left.

Because it is a grain wine, the degree is very high.

Mother Song was beside her and stopped talking: "Bai Ting has been practicing ancestor worship these days, and he is already tired, and you still let him drink such a high degree of wine." ”

"It's fine." Duan Baiting took the wine jar, poured himself a glass, and said lightly, "You can drink a little." ”

He raised his wine glass and toasted with the other party, and he was also very polite and short of the other party's wine glass.

Song's father was drunk, but after a few drinks, he was unconscious.

He actually drank a good amount of wine, but the alcohol was too high.

Song's mother and a few cousins helped him back to the room, and did not forget to remind Song Wanyue to take care of Duan Baiting more.

After all, he drank more than her father.

But Duan Baiting's person was sober, and even took out a box of cigarettes.

Seeing this, Song Wanyue snatched it up: "You just drank alcohol, you can't smoke anymore." ”

He raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, as if waiting for a reason.

She looked serious: "Drinking alcohol is bad for your health, smoking is also bad for your health, if you come together, it's twice as harmful." ”

Duan Baiting smiled very lightly, what logic.

Father Song drank no more than three glasses of that jar of wine, and the rest was drunk by Duan Baiting.

He didn't talk much, and although he was comfortable in business, he could face the dinner of his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

He really had no experience.