Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Oh!

I know the answer, but I just don’t want to talk about it anymore.

Let’s stop talking!

Don't say anything.

But you have to give yourself a way out.

"Bi, Master Bi, the younger generation in my family miss you very much. I apologize for my mistake in expressing myself just now."

"You mean you're not welcome."

Song Yue: "Welcome, welcome, warm... welcome, I welcome you very much."

"You're welcome, but you don't want me to come to your house, right? Let me guess why?"

Could Song Yue still let him guess?

That can't be done.

"I welcome and want you to go."

"How much do you think?"

Song Yue: You've crossed the line.

TV series, give me the answer.

Generally speaking, for those who like to be special, isn't it enough to just act special enough?

So what is not special?

Oh, generally this kind of people hate people who actively stick to them.

Hahahaha!

The breakthrough has been found!

mock up.

When he looked up again, the person he had taken possession of was no longer a human being, but rather banknotes, gold, silver, jade, and precious stones...

The fiery and fanatical gaze caught him off guard. Although he didn't understand why, he knew that it was impossible for a person to change so much, but what was the point of pretending?

At least I am still valuable enough for her to pretend. Sooner or later, she will doubt whether she is pretending.

His expression relaxed and he stood up and walked away.

"Let's go!"

Song Yue: Is this considered a success?

I do not know.

Song Yue acted very servile and clingy along the way.

It's literally clingy.

She approached unconsciously, her eyes fixed on him.

Song Yue: ...

call!

Four years, it’s not easy to pretend!

It is her nature to take drastic measures when necessary and to resolve the issue quickly.

The person Su Wanmo had met was both cold and gentle. He was cold towards outsiders, and gentle towards patients and family members.

Song Mao Xin, Tang Hua Yun:?

My little sister is so weird today.

They were at the emperor's feet but didn't recognize Su Wanmo.

Song Shichu had only met him once when he was incognito, and since he felt he looked familiar, he casually said, "Brother, come to my house when you have time!"

I don’t know how many people I’ve said this to, it’s worthless.

Song Yue was still laughing at that time: Hehehe!

There will be trouble if you come.

Sure enough, there is a ghost.

The gift for Song Yue was kept by her as a treasure.

The Song family did not have the concept of separate seats for men and women, and Song Yue was so enthusiastic that Song Maoxin thought he had discovered some shocking secret.

The Song family rules were explained over and over again.

At last,

Song Yue kept picking up food for Su Wanmo, and the frequency was so fast that it seemed like she was only picking up food.

Song Shichu's little head was full of doubts.

"Auntie, Auntie, I want one too."

"Auntie, auntie, you eat too."

……

"Auntie, auntie, uncle's bowl is full."

so?

Song Yue:?

At first, you are very confused.

Refute?

Refute?

Song Maoxin and Tang Huayun: When did it happen?

Song Chaoman: No wonder.

Did Song Yue decide to pretend? But she couldn't go too far.

Say something insignificant and ambiguous.

"Chu Chu, don't talk nonsense."

Song Shichu: My Lord, you are so strange.

Su Wanmo: "Chu Chu, why do you call me uncle?"

The word "uncle" was so hot that I even lowered my voice.

But Song Shichu, who was sitting between the two of them, still heard it.

High and proud.

"My mother likes to pick up lots of food for my father. She picks up so much."

He gestured with his hands, saying that it was too big to be held in both hands.

His gaze shifted to Tang Huayun, or to be more precise, to the chopsticks.

Tang Huayun: Otherwise, put the chopsticks back?

Collect or not?

Song Maoxin moved his bowl under her chopsticks.

He withdrew his gaze, but not completely.

The dish falls and the chopsticks are taken back.

Ok!

One word brought silence.

Finally, Song Yue said, "Your Majesty, Master Bi, please help find someone."

Everyone: Oh!

Just say that Yueyue would not do something without reason.

The atmosphere became lively again.

……

Song Maoxin, who originally had some opinions, did not show any dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, otherwise, there would be no time to go over the past.

After watching him leave, Su Wanmo walked out of the Song Mansion with satisfaction.

His eyes fixed on Song Yue: "Will you give me a walk?"

Song Yue: Goodbye! I don’t want to.

The hand was pulled and brought forward.

Song Maoxin: "Alas..."

Song Yue: "I'll take you there, big brother, you guys go in first!"

Song Maoxin: "It's okay, I just need to digest the food."

Song Yue was pulled forward. Since they had already pulled her forward, let’s start acting!

Shake back the dry big hand.

I didn't realize that people here might not hold hands in public.

Su Wanmo felt better.

Well installed, satisfied.

In the carriage.

Song Yue: Is it necessary to come up?

I'll take you back, and you'll take me back?

so? Is that so? So crazy?

There's no way she could do that. I thought returning the handshake was explosive enough, and maybe he'd just shake it off because he's too shy.

I never thought I would come in again.

tired.

Can you give me some hints?

Song Yue didn't speak, and Su Wanmo didn't speak either.

……

……

Not speaking?

Song Yue: How about I tell you?

"Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Another step slower, why am I always one step slower than him?

"say what?"

Su Wanmo smiled: "Uncle?"

Song Yue: I understand this...

I don’t understand. I also want to ask you, why don’t you be more reserved?

"Ha ha……"

"I'm used to it at the beginning."

I want to let you know that I am interested in you, and I also want to let you know that I am interested in more than just you.

how about it?

Reject it.

Sure enough, it had some effect.

Even though I knew she was pretending, I couldn't rule out the accuracy of this story.

"Habit?"

Song Yue looked panic-stricken, his words were incoherent, and he was trying to make excuses.

……

It's over.

Outside, Song Maoxin urged Song Shichu to come in and take a look.

It is called: return gift!

An unremarkable return gift.

It can't be said to be mediocre because Song Shichu packaged it well.

The packaging is: "Uncle, when will you come next time?"

Song Yue: so?

Don't forgive.

"Chu Chu, let's go down!"

Hurry up and pick her up and run away.

Song Maoxin, who was eagerly waiting, saw them coming down and felt complacent with his own method.

It does work, but in the wrong direction.

But Song Shichu is still a man of a million questions, and is very persistent in getting to the bottom of things.

"Aunt, when will uncle come again?"

Song Yue didn't want to pay attention to her and handed her to Song Maoxin.

"I don't know, maybe he won't come!"

"Why didn't you come back?"

Song Yue: "Because...it's a secret. Secrets can't be told!"

Song Shichu: "Aunt, Aunt, you have so many secrets!"

The hand gestured somewhere, awakening Song Maoxin's memory.

Under Song Maoxin's persistent questioning.

So it's genetic.

Song Yue just repeatedly reminded them not to offend him.

At first, Song Maoxin thought that his younger sister was just being disloyal, so he started to defend her.

Only after she emphasized it again and again did I realize that something was wrong, but no matter how many more questions I asked, I had no answer.