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Wen Qingyan was pressed into the man's embrace, her head pressing straight against his chest. She felt her heart beating, enjoying the warmth …

She had him now. When she heard Song Size's words, Wen Qingyan's eyes instantly moistened. The stubborn tears that she had not shed just now were now falling down like money, wetting the man's shirt.

No matter how independent or independent a woman was, as long as she was concerned, she would be heavily defeated. This was how Wen Qingyan was like …

Song Size walked outside with Wen Qingyan in his arms, pressing her head with one hand and directing Zheng Li who was standing far away with his eyes. It had to be said that outsiders had their suspicions about Song Size's relationship with Zheng Li.

They exchanged glances and understood each other's thoughts. Zheng Li turned around and said something to the men in black suits behind him. After they finished, the four of them split up and left Zheng Li alone to walk towards the family members' just and righteously.

"..."

Wen Qingyan sat in the front passenger seat. She had been thinking about the moment Song Size caught her. If he hadn't appeared in time, she really might have been torn apart by them.

As he turned around and looked at Song Size, who was driving, he felt that he had made the right choice. He felt that Song Size was very compatible with the girl's yearning, with his cold face, indifferent temperament and low voice. Not only did he look perfect, he was also very considerate towards others.

When Song Size realized that Wen Qingyan was staring at him dumbly, a trace of interest appeared in his eyes. He looked straight ahead, lowered his voice and coughed, "Yanyan, don't look at me like that. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"Rogue!" Who wants to see you! " When Wen Qingyan heard the man's teasing tone, her tone became a bit stiff. She quietly retracted her gaze, even though there were still some … Reminiscence.

"..." Red light...

The two of them quietly sat in the car. They were silent and felt awkward for a moment. Song Size turned around and looked at the woman in the front seat. His dark eyes were filled with gentleness.

This was the first girl sitting in the front passenger seat of his car, this would also be the only girl, Song Size thought secretly, like a little deer running around randomly, but on the surface, she was still strong and calm, but her slightly raised mouth betrayed him.

Wen Qingyan kept looking out of the window until she felt a gaze on her. She turned her head to look at the source of the gaze, her eyes still a little shy. She asked nervously like a girl in love, "What's wrong?"

Song Size took out a bottle of water from the back seat, drank a mouthful of water to moisten his throat, and then used his most bewitching voice to say: "Yanyan, I'll go with you to move things, I'm back, it's time for you to go home and live, okay?"

Wen Qingyan chatted with her while steering the wheel straight to Wen Qingyan's house. Realizing this, Wen Qingyan didn't want to bother with him anymore.

The two of them went upstairs together and walked into Wen Qingyan's house. Luckily, Wen Qingyan suddenly remembered that she had to say hi to her parents.

"Mom and Dad." Song Size, who just came in, carried his stuff in his hands and greeted Wen Lian, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and He Manli, who was busying herself in the dining room.

When Wen Qingyan saw him taking out these things from the trunk of the car, she was slightly shocked, but at the same time, she was also a bit moved. Although they hadn't been together for long, this person would always do a lot of things for her, unintentionally doing things that moved her, making her feel like she was a girl, a girl that was being cared for.

She pulled Song Size down to a seat in the living room and went to the dining room to help He Manli. She looked at the two people in the living room and suddenly felt that her life was peaceful.

After dinner, the four of them helped her pack her things. Other than some necessities, there was nothing else to bring. Wen Qingyan packed all her belongings into a small bag. Song Size took Wen Qingyan's bag in one hand and held her hand as he said goodbye to Wen Lianshun.

When Song Size drove the car out of the gate, He Manli suddenly lowered her eyes. She used her sleeves to wipe the tears off her face. She consoled Song Size as she pulled her home.

"What are you crying for, is it not like the child won't come back?"

"I always despised Yanyan for staying at home and not looking for a partner, like when her children were already married, I kept urging her to hurry up, but now that she suddenly married and left us so quickly, I really didn't get used to it. I should be happy, but I just couldn't control my tears."

"Alright, stop thinking about it. Sons have their own blessings. Go to sleep."

"…"

The May night was still a bit hot and stuffy, but of course, taking a shower was a necessary part of the summer. No one would refuse this happy underwater activity. Wen Qingyan was no exception …

It was already a bit late when they drove home, but the two families were relatively close. Song Size took off her luggage and put it directly into the master bedroom, while Wen Qingyan could only helplessly follow behind. There seemed to be traces of fear on her face, but she was a little excited.

When Wen Qingyan came out of the room, Song Size was already sitting on the sofa, wearing a grey house uniform. His hair was still a little wet from the shower, and there were a few naughty water droplets sneaking in through the collar of his shirt, just like the kind of people who secretly don't want others to notice their thoughts. He even had a round gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and held a newspaper in his hands.

Song Size, who was sitting in the living room, noticed Wen Qingyan when she first came out. He was using the corner of his eyes to observe his little wife and he really wanted to know what she wanted to do, but he didn't expect that his wife would look at him for such a long time.

He straightened his body, put down the newspaper in his hand, and called out to his wife in a rich and pure voice, "Yanyan, come here."

"No …" "No, I'll go take a bath." Wen Qingyan ran into the bathroom as if she was escaping, leaving Song Size by himself in the living room, but the man just shook his head with a pampered look, as if he had been spoiling her for a long time and was already used to it.