Shi Nuan replied "thought of it" to avoid trouble, but these two words had a special aning for Song Yansheng.
The man sat in the car, his body leaned against the backseat, with handso brows and eyes, a curved smile, and a hint of gentle affection in his eyes.
All indicated his current mood was very good, indeed, very good.
He said, "Nuannuan, do you know? Right now, I feel like I am in love with you!"
Love?
Shi Nuan’s face heated up, and she felt if they kept talking, her colleagues might notice her change.
So she said, "Second Uncle, it’s ti to get off work, I’ll just..."
"By the way..." Unexpectedly, Song Yansheng interrupted her again.
Shi Nuan held her patience and listened to him speak.
Song Yansheng said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, is Nuannuan going back to Song Mansion, or spending a weekend with at Dong Garden for a private ti?"
Shi Nuan said, "... I’d better go back to Song Mansion!"
Song Yansheng responded with a "hmm" and said, "But this afternoon, mom called and heard that Mingi is at Song Mansion. She insisted Mingi should go to the old house to see her. She likes Mingi very much, dotes on her like a granddaughter. So, I had Old Zhang send Mingi to the old house..."
Shi Nuan frowned, "And what about A qing..."
The man who held the phone briefly curled his lips, his beautiful brows and eyes gazing out the car window.
A beam of sunlight leisurely cast down, shining brightness into his dark eyes.
He spoke faintly, yet gently, "Mingi moving into Song Mansion was to protect A qing. Since Mingi is gone, naturally, A qing goes too!"
"..." So that ans, she can’t refuse this so-called "private ti" at Dong Garden?!
...
When Shi Nuan went downstairs, she was ntally prepared. After all, she had experienced private ti before, what was there to be afraid of? Would Song Yansheng actually eat her?
Song Yansheng really might devour soone, but in a gentle and soothing way, and the more it was like this, the more Shi Nuan couldn’t stand it.
Bending to get into the car, Shi Nuan maintained a calm expression, pretending to be dignified. When Song Yansheng spoke to her, her responses were perfunctory.
Song Yansheng wanted to laugh but didn’t expose her. Anyway, once they got to Dong Garden, he had ways to deal with her.
As the sunset approached, the warming hues of the twilight fell on the black car body. A gleam flashed by as the car agilely traversed the bustling city center, turning south toward Dong Garden.
How far the distance was, Shi Nuan never seriously calculated, perhaps because the scenery along the way was beautiful, or perhaps because she had too many thoughts.
Though she had been to Dong Garden a few tis, she could never rember the approximate location.
Upon arriving at the entrance of Dong Garden, the sa middle-aged man was guarding the door, politely greeting Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan.
But after making two cups of tea for them, he left and didn’t reappear.
Shi Nuan hadn’t been here for so ti and surprisingly felt a bit unfamiliar, but because she had the familiar Song Yansheng by her side, she didn’t feel too restrained.
Song Yansheng brought a teacup close to her, his breath ambiguous, and asked, "Are you cooking tonight, or am I cooking?"
Shi Nuan’s cooking skills were truly not great, but after all, as a wife, she was embarrassed to shirk the responsibility, so she said, "I’ll do it!"
After speaking, she was about to stand up, but unexpectedly, Song Yansheng pulled her back.
Before she could react, the strong body of the man pressed down against her, pinning her forcibly onto the couch, chest to chest.
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened as she heard the low voice of the man whisper in her ear, "Nuannuan, it seems we’ve never done it on the couch... right?"
Shi Nuan: "..." So what?
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