I almost touched the moon

When she returned home at night, Wen Song was still sleeping, holding a half-human-high butter puppy doll in her arms, with one leg resting on the doll's leg, just like she did every night when she fell asleep holding Cheng Che.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, her breathing was long and even, and she would occasionally smack her lips, just like Cece.

Cheng Che changed into his home clothes, lay down on the bed quietly, and gently held her in his arms. He couldn't help but poke her cheek, but Wen Song didn't react, but just hugged him naturally, burying her head in his chest.

More than half an hour later, she woke up, and when she saw Cheng Che, she said lazily, "I want to drink some water."

Cheng Che immediately poured her a glass of ice water, turned on the bedroom light, returned to the bed, picked her up, and asked softly, "Wake up, baby, what do you want for dinner?"

Wen Song thought about it and smiled mischievously, "Spicy crayfish."

"Crawfish again?" Cheng Che also laughed. "Didn't we just eat it yesterday? How about something healthier? How about steamed lobster with vermicelli and garlic sauce? Or angel hair pasta with truffle and lobster?"

"But I just want to eat spicy crayfish." Wen Song hugged his waist and said, "You can't get it in China... If you don't make it for me, then I'll just order takeout."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Cheng Che leaned over and kissed her forehead, saying softly, "It's not that I don't want to do it, but eating too much spicy food in the summer can easily cause internal heat. If my wife wants to eat, I'll go right away. Do you need anything else? Do you want to eat barbecue?"

"No need." Wen Song shook his head and said, "You need to put rice cakes in the lobster."

Soon, Cheng Che prepared the meal and sat at the dining table with Wen Song. He also took two cans of beer and put on gloves to peel the lobster for her.

"Eat some, it's really delicious." Seeing that he was only busy peeling shrimps and not eating any, Wen Song couldn't help but persuade him when he thought of what happened yesterday.

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "It's okay, my wife, eat it. I don't really like these. At first, it was because of training that I couldn't eat strong-tasting food, but later I got used to it and couldn't get used to it."

“Ok…” Wen Song said nothing more. He took a sip of beer and quietly ate the shrimp he had peeled.

"Baby, do you have time these days?" After dinner, Cheng Che asked Wen Song while cleaning the restaurant.

Wen Song poked his head out from the sofa, looked at him, nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, where do you want to go? But let me make it clear first, you are absolutely not allowed to go outdoors in Hangzhou, or I will die."

"I won't go outside." Cheng Che wiped the table, washed his hands, returned to the sofa and hugged her, and said carefully, "I'm going to my grandpa's house today, my grandparents, and my parents, and I want to invite you to have a meal at home. Baby, can you come?"

Wen Song looked at him awkwardly, and after thinking for a while he finally asked, "Do I have to go?"

"Of course you don't have to go." Cheng Che stroked her long hair casually, gently and calmly, "I said, I won't interfere with your life. Sister and I are together, you can do whatever you want, and you can also not do what you don't want to do. If you don't want to go, then we won't go."

Wen Song sighed and said, "My grandmother asked me a few days ago if I had visited your family and said I should go. I also think that I should go...but I feel so embarrassed when I see your father. I don't want to see your grandmother either. She will definitely ask us when we plan to have children or something like that. It's so annoying."

Cheng Che immediately assured her, "My dad treats everyone like that, just ignore him. I've already talked to grandma about this. I told her that we have no plans to have children, and asked her not to bother you. Don't worry, baby, it's just a meal, they won't interfere with us. But if you don't want to, then we won't go."

After hearing his words, Wen Song also felt that she had been married to Cheng Che for a long time, but she had never been to his house, which seemed to be really inappropriate. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Go ahead, I really should visit them. Anyway, grandpa and grandma are still very good to you."

"Thank you, honey." Cheng Che immediately leaned forward to kiss her, hugged her and said, "Honey, you really love me. After we go to grandpa and grandma's house, we will go to Seattle. You should go early to accompany Mr. Qiu."

Three days later, Wen Song and Cheng Che went to Cheng Che's grandfather's house. Considering that she didn't have jet lag, Cheng Che specially arranged dinner for her, but even so, on the way to her grandmother's house, she was still so sleepy that she leaned on Cheng Che's shoulder and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Cheng Che couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He bent down and kissed her brow gently, then took the blanket beside him and draped it over her.

When they arrived at Cheng Che's grandmother's house, Wen Song finally woke up, yawned and said, "I'm so sleepy."

Cheng Che touched her head and said softly, "If you are very sleepy, why don't we go home? Grandpa and grandma won't mind, or my wife can go to my room and sleep for a while."

"It's okay." Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sense of tragedy, "I can hold on."

Cheng Che couldn't help but laugh. He took her hand and walked into the house together with the housekeeper.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Wanqing came up to him and said to Wen Song, "Professor Wen, long time no see. Welcome, welcome. We were just talking about dinner being ready. I wonder when you will arrive. What a coincidence. Hangzhou is very hot in the summer. Are you used to it?"

Wen Song was a little unaccustomed to her enthusiasm for a moment, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Auntie. I'm fine, and I haven't been out much. Auntie, you are A Che's mother, just call me Song Song. Professor or something like that is too formal."

"Okay, then I'll call you Song Song."

Yang Wanqing smiled and looked at her again. She was wearing a Chanel summer suit today, a pink short-sleeved tweed top, a long skirt of the same style and color, a pearl belt around her waist, and white studs on her earrings, which made her look more elegant and luxurious. Her long light brown hair fell on her shoulders, bringing a little laziness.

"Songsong is so beautiful." Yang Wanqing looked at her and kept praising her. "I didn't expect that our Songsong not only has outstanding research results, but is also so beautiful, much prettier than those female stars. It is really a blessing for Ache to marry you in his previous life."

"Auntie, you're joking. Ah Che is really nice. I'm lucky to be with him." Wen Song smiled, took the gift for Yang Wanqing from the housekeeper, handed it to her and said, "This is a small gift I prepared for you. Open it and take a look. I hope you'll like it."

"I like it, of course I like it." Yang Wanqing took the gift and took a look at it. Inside was a pair of Harry Winston Secret Cluster series sapphire earrings. She immediately said, "This is too expensive. Auntie accepts the thought, but forget about the gift. You and Che are doing well, which is the best gift for Auntie."

Cheng Che immediately said, "Mom, just accept it. Song Song has spent a long time choosing this. If you don't accept it, she will be sad."

"Yes, Auntie." Wen Song also followed Cheng Che's words and said, "This is something I picked especially for you. Try it on and see if it looks good."

"Thank you, Nannan." Yang Wanqing also smiled, holding Wen Song's hand and said, "Then can you help auntie put it on? That's great. I really envy Lawyer Wen for having such an outstanding and considerate daughter like our Nannan. Unlike me, Ache and Axuan are more troublesome than the other, especially Axuan. Doesn't he always cause trouble for you at school?"

Wen Song smiled and said to her, "No, Cheng Xuan is a very smart kid, but I am not his supervisor for his master's project, so I don't know much about him. But in the first year, he passed both of the two courses I taught, which is pretty good. Because Cheng Xuan must have told you that my failure rate is very high."

"That's because he didn't work hard enough. If he was half as serious as you are, he wouldn't be like this now."

As he spoke, he took Wen Song's hand and walked into the living room.

In the living room, Grandpa Cheng Che was sitting on the sofa with his grandmother reading a book. Cheng Xuan had also returned from Russia and was sitting on the sofa playing games.

When he saw Wen Song, he was a little nervous for a moment. He put down the game console, smiled at Wen Song, and said respectfully, "Good evening, Professor Iseylia."

When Cheng Che's grandfather heard what he said, he couldn't help laughing, and walked up to him and said, "You're still calling me professor, but you should call me sister-in-law at home."

He then greeted Wen Song and said, "Professor Wen is here. Please take a seat. You must have come all the way here for a long time."

Wen Song also greeted him and said with a smile, "Hello, Grandpa. You can call me Wen Song or Iseylia. It's not hard. I should have come to visit you a long time ago."

Cheng Che also sat down beside her. Seeing that the tea served by the nanny was Longjing, he immediately said, "Change it to iced Americano, or iced orange juice."

"No, I'll just drink this." Wen Song gently held his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Cheng Bowen also came to the living room at this time. He smiled at Cheng Che and Wen Song, but did not speak, as if waiting for them to speak first.

Cheng Che pulled Wen Song and said, "Dad, I'll bring Song Song home for dinner and to see you guys."

Wen Song also smiled and nodded, and said to Cheng Bowen, "Hello, Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Bowen couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words, and said half-jokingly: "You're married to Che, but you still call me Mr. Cheng. If Professor Wen is not used to it, just call me uncle."

"Okay." Wen Song replied calmly, "Hello, Uncle Cheng."

At this time, Cheng Che's grandmother also stepped forward and said, "Everyone is here, let's eat. Wanqing and I made today's dinner ourselves, and it's all Ah Che and Song Song's favorites."

Cheng Xuan immediately approached her grandmother and said coquettishly, "Grandma, what about the one I like?"

Grandma laughed, patted his hands and said, "Greedy cat, you will definitely be included."

Seeing that Wen Song was a little embarrassed, Cheng Che put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, grandpa, grandma and mom like you very much, especially mom, she is not so gentle to me and A Xuan."

"You're right." Wen Song adjusted for a moment and was no longer so reserved. He nodded and said, "Girls all like me very much."

"Mom would be so happy if she knew you said she was a girl." Cheng Che also smiled, holding her hand and said, "Don't worry, look at Xuan, he doesn't even dare to speak, he must be more nervous than you."