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As soon as he entered the house, Peas circled around Zhao Yimian's feet.

As a Corgi without a docked tail, Pea has a big fluffy tail, which makes it tickle when it scratches people. Zhao Yimian bent down, and it jumped into her arms, rubbing against her arms. .

"Pea, do you miss your sister?"

Pea stuck out her tongue, looking very excited.

Shen Mingchu looked at the way his little wife was holding Corgi, and asked, "I like it so much, why don't we raise one ourselves?"

"I don't keep it. House flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers. It's interesting to ask for other people's dogs." Zhao Yimian held Pea's buttocks up and down, like hugging a child, "Look at your fat, your buttocks are full of meat. "

"Your WeChat steps are not as many as peas. How dare you say that someone is fat? I think you are right." The mother opened her mouth to retort, and when she saw Shen Mingchu, a kind smile appeared on her face. She took Shen Mingchu's arms. Put the lily in the perfume, put it on the tip of your nose and sniff lightly, "The flower is very nice, I like it very much, come in quickly, sit inside."

Zhao Yimian who returned to her home was quite relaxed. After changing her slippers, she slumped towards the house. She was about to sit down on the sofa, but when she raised her eyelids, she saw him sitting on the sofa with a slightly reserved expression, dressed like He is a man who is going to negotiate a multi-million dollar contract.

She was startled and froze for a few seconds before she realized, "Mr. Zong?"

Zong Yan, Ms. Song's new boyfriend who complained to Shen Manyu on the day of Zhao Yimian's flash marriage.

A returnee from Columbia University who gave her more than 1 bracelets at the first meeting.

Rich is really rich, handsome is really handsome.

Of course, his age is not so different from Ms. Song's as exaggerated as she and Shen Manyu complained.

Zong Yan is thirty-five this year, and there is only a ten-year age difference between him and Ms. Song.

This is not the first time Shen Mingchu has seen Zong Yan.

In Ms. Song's circle of friends, Zong Yan has appeared many times.

But it was the first time for the two to meet in real life.

"You two are newly married. I didn't think about what gift to give before. Now I'm making it up. I hope you like it."

He pushed over a gift box, Zhao Yimian glanced at Shen Mingchu, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Mr. Zong is too polite..."

"Look, do you like it or not?" Ms. Song said straight to the point, raised her chin, and signaled Zhao Yimian to open the box.

The quaint wooden box was opened, and there were two combs inside.

One is made of sandalwood and the other is made of ox horn. They are deliberately made into Tai Chi patterns, which are very elegant and beautiful.

"We picked it together, what's the aesthetic like?"

Zhao Yimian pretended to be disgusted, "It's so-so..."

"No? Forget it, I like it anyway." Ms. Song said and wanted to take it back.

Zhao Yimian hugged the box, hid in her wife's arms, looked at her mother warily, "Is there any reason to take back what was given away?"

Shen Mingchu picked up the comb, combed Zhao Yimian's ponytail lightly, and said to the two of them, "It's a very practical gift, and it's also very beautiful. Thank you, Mom, and Mr. Zong."

"I called you two over today because I have something to say."

Ms. Song and Zong Yan looked at each other, and the latter grabbed her hand. She smiled slightly, and then looked firmly at Zhao Yimian and Shen Mingchu, "Zong Yan and I are getting married."

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Zhao Yimian asked: "...when?"

Zong Yan opened the mouth and said: "The time for obtaining the certificate is set for tomorrow, and the time for the wedding is still being discussed, but it should be held in the first half of next year."

Before he spoke, he glanced at Ms. Song first, and then at Zhao Yimian, with a very solemn tone.

"...It's all been discussed." Zhao Yimian's voice was very low, but Shen Mingchu could hear the disappointment inside, she didn't speak, and Ms. Song and Zong Yan also showed a little bit of undetectable nervousness.

"us……"

Zong Yan was about to say something, but Zhao Yimian sighed suddenly.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zong Yan, with a serious expression on her face, "Mr. Zong, I have to say the ugly words first."

Ms. Song suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, I only heard Zhao Yimian say: "...the products we sell will not be refunded, exchanged or guaranteed once they are out of the cabinet."

Ms. Song remembered what she said back then, and reached out to grab Zhao Yimian's ear, "Stinky girl, you actually made up your mother?"

"Mr. Zong, Uncle Zong, take care of your wife, take care of your wife, is there any law..."

Zhao Yimian hid behind his wife and shouted to Zong Yan for help.

Her attitude made Zong Yanchang heave a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed. He took Ms. Song's hand with a smile, and assured Zhao Yimian, "Don't worry, I will take good care of her, and I will never let you have her." opportunity for recall."

Ms. Song gave him a white look, her eyes were charming and charming.

Zong Yan smiled inclusively, and looked at each other affectionately.

Zhao Yimian put her arms around Shen Mingchu and yelled at her face, complaining: "You guys have to hurry up, show off your affection, make it look like someone doesn't have a wife?"

Zong Yan's face turned red, Ms. Song stood up, and gave Zhao Yimian a white look, "How did you get such a thick skin in the first place? Alright, let's eat."

Shen Mingchu noticed that Zhao Yimian's eyes had been observing Zong Yan and Ms. Song.

Zong Yan is a gentle and considerate man, and he couldn't be more careful with Ms. Song, especially when Ms. Song speaks, as soon as she speaks, his eyes will almost [-]% move to her face, using a kind of words that can drown people gazed at her.

He seems to be a man who doesn't particularly like to laugh. When talking to Zhao Yimian and Shen Mingchu, he always shows a bit of seriousness, but when he sees Ms. Song, there is an inexplicable smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

At the dinner table, the two showed their affection.

"Looking forward, the ten-year age difference between Yufei and I is indeed huge. When I was born, she had already entered elementary school. When I was in elementary school, she was married and had a child. But looking back Woolen cloth?

"When I was 50, she was 60, when I was 70, she was 80, when I was 80, she was 90...

"Women always live longer than men, and your mother is much better than me in health preservation. I am younger than her, so it will be convenient for me to take better care of her when I get old."

Zhao Yimian: "...Obviously I have a wife, why do I still feel like I've been stuffed with dog food?"

It was a joy to eat a meal.

Although Zhao Yimian didn't taste anything.

"How do these dishes taste?" Ms. Song asked.

Shen Mingchu noticed Zhao Yimian's distraction, and thoughtfully replied: "The taste is very good, the craftsmanship is comparable to that of a hotel chef, and it tastes like home."

Ms. Song said with a bit of pride: "They are all made by Zongyan. I said go out to eat, but he insisted on making them himself. He said that he wanted you to feel his sincerity."

"Mr. Zong is paying attention." She said to Zong Yan.

Zong Yan said politely: "As long as you like it."

The affectionate atmosphere between Ms. Song and Zong Yan could not accommodate Shen Mingchu and Zhao Yimian.

After eating, they didn't even clean up the bowls, so the two said goodbye and left.

Zhao Yimian fanned the wind under her nose while walking, "I can't take it anymore, I want to leave this world full of sour love..."

"We're going on our honeymoon in two days, Pea will be sent to foster care, remember to go see it as your sister!"

Ms. Song said behind her back.

Zhao Yimian rolled her eyes, "I know, I know!"

out the door.

"Would you like to hug me?" Shen Mingchu suddenly asked.

"……want."

Downstairs in the community, Zhao Yimian bumped his head into Shen Mingchu's arms.

In the community late at night, there are almost no people. Under the illumination of the street lamps, only the cold wind gently blows through the treetops, blowing the fallen leaves to rustle.

Zhao Yimian stuck in Shen Mingchu's arms for a long time.

Shen Mingchu hugged her, but despite the thick clothes, she still felt the moisture on her chest.

"Don't be sad, I'm still here."

"I'm not sad, I'm just..."

Zhao Yimian couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

"I, I'm actually happy, I should be happy, I've dragged her down for so many years, she is still willing to get married and establish a stable relationship with people, I should be happy in my heart, but I just... just... have ..."

A little uncomfortable.

"Honey, am I being too selfish?"

Zhao Yimian thought that Ms. Song would be very happy to see her getting married.

Even if she was unhappy, her emotions were at most like Ms. Song's reaction on the day of her wedding, usually calm.

But she found that she couldn't calm down at all.

There was suddenly an acid ruler in her heart, plopping bubbles full of sour gas.

"Mianmian, life is like this. Parents and children can only accompany each other through a part of life."

She gently wiped the tears off Zhao Yimian's face, "It's normal to be sad, you just haven't been able to accept this for the time being, it's not selfish, just like every mother who marries her daughter off, even if she knows My daughter is heading towards a happy life and will be with the one she loves, but reluctance and sadness are unavoidable."

"My mother didn't have one!" Zhao Yimian complained, she still remembered how free and easy Ms. Song was when she and Shen Mingchu got married, "She didn't miss me at all."

"No, she loves you very much, just because she knows that I am the one who handed you over to you, so she can't wait so much."

Ms. Song is not as generous as she shows.

When Shen Mingchu thought of the warnings he had received in those years, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Ms. Song discovered her feelings for Zhao Yimian earlier than Shen Mingchu herself.

Maybe it was a mother's keenness, or maybe it was a woman's intuition. Shen Mingchu guessed that he was tempted, so he was notified of an interview with Ms. Song.

She was already a well-known actress at that time, and she didn't know where to put her hands that were really nervous.

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