Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

When Grandma Zhang heard the news that the two were getting married, her smile widened and her facial wrinkles deepened noticeably: "Congratulations, congratulations, and happy marriage."

Then, as if thinking of something sad, he said with a worried expression, "Unlike my granddaughter, who is already 30 years old and still not married. His parents and I are almost worried to death."

Su Ruonan didn't want to comment too much on other people's private affairs, so she could only smile.

Grandma Zhang couldn't help but say a few more words until she saw Grandma Wang coming back from buying groceries. Then she hurriedly ended the conversation and turned around to chat with Grandma Wang.

Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into a luxurious community near the CBD.

After entering the residential complex, the car continued to drive inward until it stopped in front of a building at the deepest part of the complex.

Song Shiye got out of the car first to help Su Ruonan open the door before walking to the back of the car and taking out Su Ruonan's suitcase.

Su Ruonan looked up at the building in front of her, which looked to be about thirty stories high.

Originally, she thought that a prominent figure like Song Shiye would live in an extremely luxurious villa, but unexpectedly, he brought her to an apartment building.

"Let's go in." Song Shiye said softly, then led Su Ruonan into the building.

After entering the elevator, Song Shiye skillfully entered a password, and the elevator door slowly opened and slowly rose to the top floor.

When the elevator finally stopped at the top floor, Su Ruonan couldn't help but feel a little curious and expectant. Just as Su Ruonan was looking around, Song Shiye spoke again: "Mrs. Song, come here, I'll take your fingerprint."

This person is really addicted to calling her Mrs. Song. Although she has heard it many times, Su Ruonan still can't get used to this title.

Song Shiye gently reached out and carefully took Su Ruonan's hand, guiding her to gently place her slender finger on the fingerprint reader. At the same time, he whispered, "If you find it inconvenient to use your fingerprint, you can also choose to enter a password. The password is our wedding anniversary."

Hearing this, Su Ruonan couldn't help but look up in surprise, staring at Song Shiye, with a puzzled glint in her big watery eyes.

Did he plan this in advance? He changed the password before he even got the marriage certificate.

Perhaps the emotions in Su Ruonan's eyes were too obvious, Song Shiye smiled slightly and explained: "When I went out this morning, I suddenly thought of it and changed it." His tone was relaxed and natural, as if this was just a trivial matter.

Su Ruonan's voice was soft, and she responded quietly: "I know."

"Try the password," Song Shiye leaned casually against the door and looked up at Su Ruonan.

Hearing this, Su Ruonan entered the password and heard a "beep" sound, and the heavy black door slowly opened.

Su Ruonan walked in barefoot and stood at the door, at a loss, like a stranger who had mistakenly entered someone else's territory.

Song Shiye followed closely behind him and walked into the door. He walked straight to the huge shoe cabinet and stopped. Then he stretched out his slender arms and took out a pair of slippers with Kuromi patterns on them. These slippers were exactly the same as the ones Su Ruonan often wore at home.

Song Shiye seemed to notice Su Ruonan's surprise. He smiled slightly and said softly, "I didn't know what kind of shoes you like, so I bought a pair of slippers of the same style as the ones you wore before. I don't know if they will fit you. Try them on and see if they fit."

Song Shiye slowly squatted down, carefully placed the slippers at Su Ruonan's feet, and signaled her with his eyes to lift her feet.

Su Ruonan looked down at the man squatting in front of her and putting on her shoes, and an indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in her heart.

Su Ruonan understood that even for a loving couple it would be difficult to be so considerate and meticulous, let alone Song Shiye, who came from a wealthy family and had a bunch of servants serving him since he was a child.

"Does it fit?" Song Shiye raised his eyes and looked at Su Ruonan.

Su Ruonan nodded gently, her voice soft: "It fits."

Walking into the living room, Su Ruonan could see the decoration style of the house clearly. It was simple yet luxurious. Apart from black, white and gray, it was difficult to see any fourth color in the whole house, which was very suitable for Song Shiye.

At some point, Song Shiye walked to Su Ruonan's side, and his breath suddenly got closer. She could clearly smell the fragrance of tea on the other person, and even feel the other person's breath, and hit Su Ruonan lightly but aggressively.

The slender body couldn't help but tremble, and moved to the side without leaving a trace.

"Do you like the decoration style? If you don't like it, you can change it." Song Shiye raised his eyelids and said casually, as if redecorating was a very simple matter.

"No, thanks. This style is good." Su Ruonan quickly refused.

Although she preferred the warm wooden style, Su Ruonan felt that since the house had already been renovated, there was no need to redecorate it according to her own preferences.

Song Shiye's gaze fell on Su Ruonan's face, as if he wanted to confirm whether what Su Ruonan said was sincere.

"Well... I think it's good enough now and there's really no need to redecorate it. If we redecorate it, we'll have to move to another place to live for a while, which is too troublesome." Su Ruonan tried her best to persuade Song Shiye, fearing that the other party would change the style of the house.

I don't know whether Song Shiye believed Su Ruonan's words or not, but he still followed Su Ruonan's arrangements: "Okay, I'll listen to Mrs. Song."

Su Ruonan suddenly remembered something very important: where should she sleep tonight? She looked at Song Shiye shyly, hesitant in her heart, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Which room should I sleep in?"

As soon as the words fell, Su Ruonan suddenly realized that today was their wedding night! So... could it be that...

Su Ruonan's heartbeat became more and more rapid, and her body temperature gradually rose.

No, no, I can't keep thinking like this! Su Ruonan quickly interrupted her thoughts and tried to calm herself down.

Song Shiye had a smile on his face, looking incredibly handsome. His gentle voice was low and gentle, as if bewitching him: "Mrs. Song, tonight is our wedding night, what do you say?"

Su Ruonan looked at the perfect face in front of her that was like a work of art. Her eyes were involuntarily drawn to it. She stared blankly at the almost perfect face in front of her, as if she was appreciating a precious work of art.

With delicate facial features, a high nose bridge and deep eyes, it is not difficult to see that she has a good figure even when she is wearing clothes. I wonder if she has eight abdominal muscles under her clothes?

Su Ruonan's gaze gradually moved down, paused at a certain part of her waist and abdomen, and she immediately turned her head away.

Am I still a slut?