Mr. Gu, my wife went to the men's department to register for you again.

The cabinet on the east side of the master bedroom is full of sexy lingerie.

Some were bought by her, and others were given by Gu Jingyan to tease her.

Her words were tantamount to some kind of hint, and it was a hint that only two people could understand.

The sound over there made Han Ruoxing's heart tremble. Could it be... Could it be that...

You're so careless, can you be careful?

However, what came from the other end of the phone was Gu Jingyan's calm and indifferent voice. It seemed that these words were not addressed to her.

At this moment, in the Gu family's old house, Lin Shu looked at Gu Jingyan who picked up his phone on the ground with confusion and scolded him for no reason, and blinked.

When Gu Jingyan's eyes flew towards him, he was excited and asked tentatively, Sorry? Mr. Gu?

Han Ruoxing, who had an expectant face on the other side, suddenly fell down. Could it be that she was really overthinking?

Gu Jingyan glanced at Lin Shu with satisfaction and said calmly, Get out.

After Lin Shu was dismissed, Gu Jingyan asked again, What did you just say about the wardrobe on the east side of the bedroom?

Han Ruoxing...

She said dejectedly, Nothing.

Gu Jingyan said again, I'll pick you up later and then hung up.

Han Ruoxing held her chin, puzzled.

When Song Tianjun came out with the fruit, he saw Han Ruoxing frowning and looking troubled.

He reached out and flicked her head gently, Why are you dazed?

Han Ruoxing came back to her senses, rubbed her forehead, and called brother.

Song Tianjun sat down next to her and handed her the fruit fork. On the plate were sliced ​​mangoes, which had a strange shape. It looked like they were made by a young master who had never been in the kitchen.

Han Ruoxing smiled, popped one into her mouth, and teased in a low voice, Brother, if you were half as interested in the suitors around you as you are in your sister and me, dad would have been a grandfather long ago.

Song Tianjun clicked his tongue, If I really had so many suitors, why would I still be single now?

Song Tianjun is telling the truth. The eldest son of Song is handsome, but he has a notorious reputation. He has done a lot of rebellious things since he was a child. Especially in order to vent his anger on Song Jiayu, he hung the naughty children who bullied her in the school building one by one. Anyone who hears the feat of being top will be afraid of three points.

There were some who were fascinated by his appearance, but most of them were scared away. Over the years, the only one who dared to pursue him openly was Molly.

Thinking of Molly, she felt unlucky, so Han Ruoxing changed the subject and asked in a low voice, Brother, have you found the black box?

Song Tianjun nodded.

Han Ruoxing's eyes lit up, Then -

Before he could say anything, Song Tianjun stopped him with food. He raised the corners of his lips and teased, Isn't what your brother cuts with his own hands more delicious than what Sister Sun cuts?

Han Ruoxing was startled, and the next second he heard Su Wanqin's voice from behind, Ruoxing, I made you a bowl of barley and red bean porridge.

Han Ruoxing's eyes flashed, she swallowed the fruit and said politely, Thank you, Aunt Su.

Just as Su Wanqin was about to hand it to her, Song Tianjun stood up and said, I'll do it.

As she said that, she reached out to take it, and Su Wanqin handed it over, but the moment she changed hands, the bowl fell down, the soup spread all over the floor, and the bowl broke into pieces.

Song Tianjun frowned, seeming a little annoyed, Aunt Su, why did you let go so early?

Su Wanqin was stunned for a moment. She was sure that Song Tianjun had caught Caisong's hand. Did he do it on purpose?

Su Wanqin thought about the crashed plane, and she was thinking a lot. Just when she was about to speak, she heard a voice in the distance.

What's wrong?

Song Wanqian had just finished offering incense to his late wife when he heard a noise when he went out. He was startled and asked loudly as he walked here anxiously.

Su Wanqin turned around and explained, The soup I brought to Ruoxing dropped on the floor. After that, she turned to Song Tianjun and said, I'm sorry, Tianjun. I thought you caught it. Didn't it burn you?

Song Tianjun glanced at her inquiringly, then looked away, It's okay, it's just a pity that Aunt Su's bowl of soup.

After saying that, he looked at Han Ruoxing fondly and said, You're in trouble.

Han Ruoxing said with a smile, I have eaten enough of the dishes prepared by Aunt Su. I couldn't drink them at all, so I just pretended that I was safe.

Song Wanqian also followed, You're right. Shaishan is safe and sound every year. Let Sister Sun clean it up. You ask Jiayu to come down and collect the new year's money.

When Han Ruoxing heard New Year's money, her ears perked up and she blinked at Song Tianjun, as if asking, Is there any New Year's money?

Song Tianjun wanted to help her. Ms. He Yurou treated her well, so how could she be so wealthy that she could only see money?

After Sister Sun cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, Song Jiayu also went downstairs. She changed into a light yellow dress, her hair was tied into a loose braid, and her makeup was light, but she looked a bit elegant.

She greeted Song Tianjun warmly, but when her eyes fell on Han Ruoxing, she was a little cold and didn't ask her.

Song Tianjun didn't know about the quarrel between the two last night, and thought that the two people didn't deal with each other because of Gu Jingyan, so he couldn't help but feel a little more dissatisfied with Song Jiayu.

Song Wanqian was very happy because his son had returned safely and because the Song family was about to have a new member.

The three of them paid a New Year greeting and received red envelopes. Song Jiayu handed her red envelope to Song Tianjun and said softly, Brother, fortunately you returned safely. I want to pass on the blessings my parents gave me this year to you. I wish you peace in the new year. Joy.”

Song Tianjun lowered his eyes and reached out to take it, Thank you, Jiayu.

Song Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought the relationship between the two had been restored, Song Tianjun turned around and handed the red envelope she gave him to Han Ruoxing along with his own.

Keep it for brother first.

In an instant, Song Jiayu's face became particularly ugly.

Keeping it, to put it nicely, is actually a gift. What she gave him, he so easily gave it to Han Ruoxing.

Song Jiayu clenched her hands and didn't say a word.

Han Ruoxing raised her eyebrows and kept it for her brother with peace of mind.

Su Wanqin stood not far away, with inquiring eyes, passing over the two of them from time to time.

Han Ruoxing pursed her lips and said, Brother, please help me move that pot of roses in the yard to my room. It will be warm after the New Year. I'll keep it to see if I can keep it alive. I think Dad likes that pot of roses.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Jiayu objected, We can't move in because my mother is allergic to roses.

Han Ruoxing was surprised, Aunt Su, are you allergic to roses?

Su Wanqin nodded.

Han Ruoxing murmured, It's strange, the essential oil I have been using recently is extracted from rose flowers. You are allergic to roses, how come you don't react to the essential oil extracted from roses?

Song Wanqian was stunned and subconsciously looked at Su Wanqin.

Su Wanqin looked calm, but before she could say anything, Song Jiayu changed her face, What do you mean? Do you mean that my mother pretended to be allergic to roses to prevent my father from putting flowers at home?

Han Ruoxing was surprised and then felt aggrieved, Sister Jiayu, why do you think that? I just asked casually because it was strange. Allergy is not like asthma. Can you still pretend? (End of Chapter)