I am such a big daughter-in-law

After school started, Song Shou moved to the east of the city, and Yan Nian stayed in the main city, separated by a 40-minute subway ride.

Song Shou got used to the situation from the beginning of high school, and somehow took on a lot of duties, and was always busy on weekends, so he didn't go home often, but Yan Nian was always idle, and always went home for him.

Song Shou's home is in the main city, two subway stops away from Yan Nian's school. Yan Nian would go to have a meal when he had nothing to do, chat with Song Shou's mother, and occasionally live in Song Shou's place. Room.Song Shou's room is that kind of minimalist, which is in line with his usual cool personality.

Yan Nian didn't dare to touch his things. He closed the door and rolled on the bed, buried his head in the pillow and took a few deep breaths. He was very satisfied. He was still serious, he always felt that even if there was an extra crease on the bed sheet, Song Shou would be able to spot it at a glance.

Yan Nian not only ate at Song's house, but also took some away after eating, but he didn't take it back to school, he sent it to Song Shou.Song's mother always complained that Song Shou couldn't stay home, so Yan Nian volunteered to visit her son for her, and ran east of the city with big and small bags to bring Song Shou warmth.

So many times, Song Shou's friends all knew him, and when they saw him coming, they joked: "Song Lang, your little daughter-in-law is here to bring you food again~!" Song Shou didn't speak, Yan Nian blushed , lowered his head, very cooperatively put on a face of a little daughter-in-law, and corrected in a low voice: "No, I'm not his wife."

Song Shou glanced at him, thinking that this person is not too idiotic.

Yan Nian blushed and continued, "She is my wife."

Song Shou: Fuck...

Song Shou felt that this person was really stupid, so he often made excuses that he was not in school or that he was inconvenient and had no time, and asked others to fetch meals for him, and ate them along the way.Yan Nian couldn't help feeling disappointed, but he didn't mind too much, and ran very diligently.

The first semester of college passed quickly, and when he came back in spring, Song Shou almost didn't recognize Yan Nian when he saw Yan Nian holding a food box and pestling at the school gate from a distance.

The black charcoal that had been covered for a winter turned into white tofu, and the green sweater lined the whole person like a sapling. Standing at the door attracted the attention of many girls.

Song Shou saw a bolder girl who hesitated and was about to go up to talk to her, frowned and shouted: "Yan Nian".

Yan Nian turned his head to see Song Shou, and in a second he laughed from white tofu to an idiot, and ran over with his fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head. It was the first time Song Shou realized that this little idiot was actually quite good-looking. .

Song Shou took the food, Yan Nian looked at him with a smirk for a while, then slapped his thigh and said, "I still have class at two o'clock in the afternoon, so I have to go back quickly!".

Song Shou looked at his watch and asked, "Are you in time?"

Yan Nian also looked at his watch, said "Oh my god!" and ran away, turning his head and waving at Song Shou as he ran, almost bumping into people several times, and the short distance he walked was extremely bumpy.

Song Shou couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking: Are all idiots in such a hurry.

Song Shou returned to the dormitory, opened the package, and took out several floral lunch boxes.Song's mother is a princess, she prefers broken flowers at a young age, and the dishes and cups at home are all kinds of flowers.

He dug out a simple glass lunch box, and at first glance, it was not his own. When he opened it, he saw that the dishes were far from Song Ma's handicrafts. He thought it was a little idiot who brought private goods, and Song Shou frowned again.

He shared the food in the lunch box with his roommates, and by the way, asked the roommate who often took meals for him if he had a different lunch box every time.

The roommate replied without thinking: "Isn't it! Every time the food in the glass lunch box is terrible, we just pour it out, eh? Does your mother like to pack the menu that is out of order? Auntie is too thrifty to manage the house ah!"

Song Shou didn't speak, and silently opened the glass lunch box. It was a box of sweet and sour pork ribs, and the taste was really mediocre. Song Shou curled his lips while eating.

After eating, Song Shou washed the empty lunch boxes and stacked them up. The glass lunch box was placed on the top. He took a picture and sent it to Moments with the caption: "Thank you Queen Mother".

Before he put down his phone, he saw Yan Nian giving him a thumbs up.

This person is not very serious in class, Song Shou thought.