Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

No matter how expensive a car is, it is no different from a bicycle during Beijing's rush hour.

The closer they got to the city, the more congested the roads became. Song Shiye took a moment to glance at Su Ruonan, who was still sitting upright, and asked, "Do you want to listen to some music?"

Song Shiye signaled Su Ruonan with his eyes: "You can choose what you want to hear."

Listening to music is always better than just staring blankly with nothing to say. Upon hearing Song Shiye's question, Su Ruonan reached out and casually clicked the music play button. The familiar melody slowly flowed out: "My youth is not without scars. I understand that love is an extension of faith. No matter what characteristics, popularity or eyes, I can't predict the possibility of love or not..."

When hearing the song, Su Ruonan's expression was a little lonely. She originally thought that Jiang Mingyu was the person she would spend her life with, but she didn't expect that her wholehearted devotion would be rewarded with a word of unworthiness.

Su Ruonan curled her lips in self-mockery and stared at the neon lights outside the window. Under the overlap of light and shadow, the girl's eyes were dim and unclear.

Song Shiye looked at the girl's lowered head, his throat feeling slightly dry.

The two of them walked in silence all the way and finally arrived at the community where Su Ruonan lived.

Su Ruonan lives in a building facing the street.

At the beginning, the agent took Su Ruonan to see several houses in Nanyuan. The houses were similar in size and layout. The one facing the street was cheaper than the other houses because of the noise. After much consideration, Su Ruonan chose the one facing the street.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of the community, Su Ruonan unbuckled her seat belt and said, "Thank you for bringing me back. Well... I'll be leaving first. Be careful on the road."

Song Shiye didn't answer, but slowly unbuckled his seat belt, his eyes gloomy, and his tone light and casual: "Won't you invite me up to sit?"

Hearing Song Shiye's words, Su Ruonan was stunned for a rare moment and couldn't help but hesitate.

But considering that the two of them were about to get married, it would be okay to go up and sit for a while. Even if something happened, Song Shiye would be the one who suffered.

"I'm thirsty and there's no water in the car. I'll go upstairs to drink some water and then leave." Song Shiye added when he saw Su Ruonan was a little hesitant.

Looking at Song Shiye's serious expression, it seemed that she had been judging him by her own standards. Su Ruonan couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Su Ruonan nodded slightly, but a sense of shyness welled up in her heart. She knew very well that compared to Song Shiye's spacious villa, the house she lived in might not even be as big as one of his bathrooms. She gently reminded him, "My place is not big, I hope you don't mind."

Her beautiful black eyes held a sincere smile, and she spoke in a clear voice, "No, everyone's home is the best."

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't moved. Su Ruonan's eyes couldn't help but turn red. Afraid of being discovered, she deliberately turned her head away to calm herself down.

Jiang Mingyu had also been to the residential complex where Su Ruonan currently lived. The first time he and his assistant sent her home, when they got out of the car, Su Ruonan clearly remembered what Jiang Mingyu had said: "Your house is too small. It can't accommodate two people. I won't go up there."

After hearing what Jiang Mingyu said, Su Ruonan was only sad for a second, and quickly found an excuse for Jiang Mingyu: "It's normal for Jiang Mingyu to think it's too small. He has lived in a spacious villa since he was a child, and he definitely can't get used to such a small place."

Thinking about it now, Su Ruonan realized that she was really lovesick in the past. Even when the other party disliked her, she would find excuses to convince herself.

Su Ruonan lives on the top floor of a six-story building. It’s an old and dilapidated place with no elevator, so she can only walk up the stairs slowly.

Su Ruonan is used to walking, and now going up to the sixth floor is not a difficult task for her. I wonder if Song Shiye, who sits in the office all day and takes the car when he goes out, will not be used to it.

The cement stairs are dim and dilapidated, and only a few of the six corridor night lights are working, and you need to push hard to turn them on.

Su Ruonan simply turned on the light of her mobile phone to illuminate the road ahead. With Song Shiye accompanying her today, Su Ruonan was not as scared as she was in the past when she went home at night.

Su Ruonan led the way in front, looking back from time to time at Song Shiye who was following behind. They didn't say a word along the way, and the only sound in the corridor was the sound of footsteps.

When they reached the sixth floor, Su Ruonan took out the key from her bag, opened the door, turned around and said to Song Shiye behind her: "Sorry, we don't have men's slippers at home. Can I have a new pair of women's slippers?"

There was originally a pair of men's slippers at home, which Su Ruonan prepared for Jiang Mingyu. However, she didn't expect that the shoes were never used from the time she bought them to the time they were thrown away. After she blocked Jiang Mingyu last time, the slippers were also disposed of by Su Ruonan.

Song Shiye's narrow black eyes held a smile, and he said gently and tenderly: "Of course."

There are no men's slippers at home. Does that mean no boy has ever been home, not even Jiang Mingyu?

Song Shiye took off his leather shoes and put on the women's slippers handed to him by Su Ruonan.

The large male feet were wearing black cotton socks and small purple Kuromi women's slippers, with a large part of the heels and toes exposed, looking ridiculous.

Su Ruonan couldn't help but laugh out loud. After realizing her impoliteness, she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I can only ask you to wear these ill-fitting women's slippers. If you're not comfortable, you can go barefoot. My house is very clean, and I mop the floor carefully every day."

Song Shiye glanced at the slippers on Su Ruonan's feet, which were exactly the same as his own, and said with a curled lip: "It doesn't matter, these shoes are pretty good."

Since Song Shiye didn't mind, Su Ruonan felt relieved.

Wu Chenchen's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Su Ruonan's house carefully.

The entire layout of the house can be seen at a glance. It is about 30 square meters. Apart from the bathroom and kitchen, there is a large hall that combines the functions of bedroom, living room and dining room.

There are a few plush toys on the cream-colored single sofa, and the middle of the sofa is slightly concave.

There is a small wooden coffee table, and next to it is a single bed less than 1.5 meters long. The sheets and quilt are pink flowers of the same color, which is particularly warm.

Song Shiye stared at the bed quietly, thinking to himself: "Although this bed is not big, it should be enough for two people, right? Maybe, I can sleep on the bottom and she can sleep on top of me..." Thinking of this, Song Shiye's cheeks slowly heated up, and even the tips of his ears were flushed.

Song Shiye kept Su Ruonan's preferences firmly in mind and had already thought about the style of their wedding room.