Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

It was not until they were about to arrive at the hotel that Song Shiye slowly spoke: "Wife, if you miss grandma, we can come over anytime."

"Yeah." Su Ruonan felt warm in her heart and nodded slightly.

Su Ruonan, who had just been crying because of her grandmother's words, suddenly felt relieved.

Su Ruonan felt that nothing had changed after she got married.

Since the person I’m marrying is Song Shiye, the only change is that I have one more person who loves me.

The next morning, the two returned to Beijing.

As soon as they left the Beijing airport, Song Shiye's assistant Wang Chen and driver were already waiting at the airport.

Seeing Song Shiye coming out, Wang Chen and the driver immediately stepped forward and took the suitcases from the two men.

"Hello, Mr. Song." They both shouted in unison, and then greeted Su Ruonan: "Hello, Madam."

Su Ruonan was really not used to being called Madam.

Although it’s not the first time I heard it, I still can’t get used to it.

Su Ruonan nodded to the two of them with a slightly reserved look, and said softly, "Hello."

Song Shiye held Su Ruonan's hand and walked forward, while his assistant and driver followed behind, pushing the luggage.

Song Shiye carefully helped Su Ruonan get into the car, and then he got in from the other side.

"Return to Haoting Dijing," Song Shiye said lightly.

The driver nodded to show that he understood.

Only then did Su Ruonan realize that the person driving the car was Song Shiye's driver.

It turns out that he has a driver. Whenever Su Ruonan and Song Shiye were together, it was always Song Shiye who drove, which led Su Ruonan to think that Song Shiye didn't have a driver.

When they arrived at Haoting Dijing, Wang Chen followed them upstairs carrying their luggage.

Song Shiye opened the door and Su Ruonan walked in first.

Song Shiye glanced at Su Ruonan in the room, took the suitcase from Wang Chen, and said to Wang Chen in a low voice, "Wait for me downstairs."

"Okay, Mr. Song." Wang Chen left.

Su Ruonan had already changed her shoes. She walked over, took Song Shiye's slippers out of the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of Song Shiye.

Song Shiye raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "Thank you, wife."

His eyes fell gently on Su Ruonan, with a bit of pampering and gratitude.

Su Ruonan smiled and said, "You're welcome."

She gently pushed the suitcase and slowly walked into the house.

However, just as she was about to enter the living room, her steps suddenly stopped.

Her hand was still tightly gripping the handle of the suitcase, but her eyes were attracted by the scene on the dining table.

"Shi Ye!" Su Ruonan couldn't help but exclaim, her voice full of surprise and confusion.

"Did you ask someone to prepare the food on the table?" She widened her eyes, looking at the neatly arranged tableware and steaming hot food on the table, her heart warmed.

Song Shiye, who came in later, was also stunned when he saw the table full of food.

"My mother had someone prepare this." Song Shiye answered truthfully, but also with a hint of helplessness.

He originally thought it was just a simple dinner, but he didn't expect his mother to prepare such a sumptuous meal.

There are both Chinese and Western food, with a wide variety of dishes that fill the entire table.

Candles and flowers were placed on the table to create a romantic atmosphere.

There was even a large bottle of decanted red wine.

During the time Song Shiye stayed in Su City, his mother asked him three times a day when he and Su Ruonan would return to Beijing City.

Upon learning that the two had returned to Beijing today, Xu Wanyun asked to come to Haoting Dijing to welcome them, but Song Shiye naturally disagreed.

The mother and son had an "in-depth communication", and the final result was that Xu Wanyun asked someone to prepare dinner for them.

Hence the scene before our eyes.

Su Ruonan didn't expect that it was prepared by her mother-in-law. She thought it was prepared by Song Shiye.

"Wife, go wash up and have dinner." Song Shiye said to Su Ruonan.

Su Ruonan then went to the bathroom and planned to wash up briefly.

After sitting in the car for a whole day, Su Ruonan felt that her exposed skin was covered with dust and she felt uncomfortable all over.

At this time, Song Shiye's cell phone rang. He looked down at the screen and found that it was his mother calling.

He picked up the phone and heard his mother's cheerful voice: "Son, how is it? Are you satisfied with what I prepared for you?"

Song Shiye was silent for a while and did not answer his mother's question immediately.

Xu Wanyun didn't seem to mind her son's silence. She continued, "By the way, son, there's a bottle of red wine on the table. Remember to have a couple of drinks with your daughter-in-law later. It will help you relax and fall asleep at night."

"Daughter-in-law, remember to tell Shi Ye and your granddaughter-in-law to drink more chicken soup." Grandma's voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone.

"Mom specially asked someone to make chicken soup for Nan Nan to drink more to nourish her body." After saying that, Xu Wanyun hung up the phone.

Song Shiye put away his phone and went to another bathroom to wash up briefly.

When Su Ruonan came out of the bathroom, she saw Song Shiye had changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

The two then went to the restaurant.

Since the dishes were placed on a heat preservation device, they were still steaming even after such a long time.

Su Ruonan stood in front of the dining table, bent down slightly, and put her head close to the bouquet of gorgeous roses.

She gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, letting the elegant rose scent fill her entire nasal cavity.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the person was more beautiful than the flower or the flower was more beautiful than the person.

Seeing that his wife liked it, Song Shiye felt for the first time that what his mother prepared was not bad.

Song Shiye put on gloves gracefully and picked up the scissors on the table. He quickly and decisively cut the Australian lobster into several pieces in just a few strokes.

His long, clean fingers quickly and skillfully began to peel the shrimp shells.

In a few seconds, the plate was filled with snow-white shrimp meat that exuded the aroma of seafood.

Su Ruonan, who was sitting opposite him, looked particularly relaxed and at ease.

She first tasted the juicy steak that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, then closed her eyes and savored the tender texture and rich aroma of the beef.

Then she picked up a piece of pan-fried chicken wing and took a bite, feeling the tenderness of the chicken and the crispy skin.

There were so many delicious foods that Su Ruonan felt like she couldn’t eat them all.

As she savored the food, she sighed, "Airplane food is terrible. The food my mom prepares is still the best."

At this time, Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan with her mouth full and couldn't help but smile. He picked up some lobster meat from the plate and put it into Su Ruonan's bowl: "Your favorite shrimp."

Then Song Shiye added a bowl of chicken soup for himself and Su Ruonan to cool down a little before picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat.

Su Ruonan drank all the chicken soup in no time, but not long after, Su Ruonan felt her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and her whole body was hot.

Su Ruonan saw the red wine on the table, which looked delicious, so she poured herself a glass.

Song Shiye noticed Su Ruonan's behavior and asked worriedly, "Can you drink?"