"Uncle..." Song Qian followed Yun Xiangxiang and murmured with a voice that she could only hear.

The two of them had just walked out of Guiyiyuan and it started raining. They hurriedly found a small pavilion to hide from the rain.

"I'll call Song Yao and ask him to send an umbrella." Song Qian didn't expect that the rain would come as soon as she said that.

Yun Xiangyao looked up at the not-so gloomy sky: "It won't take long for the shower."

But Song Qian had already called.

Yun Xiangxiang sat next to the pillars of the pavilion, twisting his body and watching the drizzle hit the lake, rippling around.

"It's the young master." When Yun Xiangxiang was in a daze, Song Qian screamed in his ears.

Looking up, Yun thought about it and was fascinated.

The man was wearing a long gown, holding a transparent umbrella in the mist and rain, and walked slowly through the mist.

"Let's go, lunch is almost ready." Song Mian handed over an umbrella.

"I'm almost hungry, go quickly, think about it." Song Qian took it smartly, then she opened the umbrella and left with big strides.

Yun Jing:...

"Qianqian!" Song Mian only brought an extra umbrella over, and Song Qian took it away. What should she do?

Song Qian, who was shouted by Yun Xiangyao, turned her head and seemed to realize that something was wrong. She was too lazy to walk back: "You and the young master have an umbrella. What era is it? Holding an umbrella together, don't need to be so conservative."

After saying that, he continued to move forward.

Yun Jing:...

"Let's go." Song Mian changed his hand to hold the umbrella, and then gave up half of the position.

It’s all the time, and it’s not a big deal to hold an umbrella together. The big guys have been arrogant and hold an umbrella for her, so why are she so pretentious?

The two walked side by side, drizzling heavily, and under the oil-paper umbrella, silent.

"Song Mian..." Yun thought about it suddenly and then raised his head slightly to look at him, "Have you never got close to girls?"

Song Mian's eyes lit up: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, Yun Xiangyao lowered his head: "No wonder, I feel that Qianqian seems to have misunderstood your feelings, she seems to be making do with us."

Yun Xiangxiang didn't see Song Qian's intentions, then she was a fool. But she didn't see Song Mian's thoughts, mainly because she didn't know why she thought Song Mian wouldn't like an ordinary person like her.

No misunderstanding...

Song Mian really wanted to say this to Yun Xiangyao, but considering that Yun Xiangyao is only seventeen years old and is underage, she is afraid that she will not understand, if he says it, it will scare her and make her misunderstand that she has bad habits.

Wait a little longer, let her know next year, and he can also take advantage of this time to let her understand her own good.

Song Mian did not answer, and Yun Xiang thought that Song Mian was not easy to answer such a question. How could she ask Song Mian so bluntly?

In fact, Yun Xiangxiang subconsciously wanted to test Song Mian and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Song Mian was not what she suspected.

"Song Mian, what does your uncle like?" Yun Xiangxiang immediately changed the topic happily.

"Uncle..." Song Mian frowned, and his eyes swept across the orchid in Yun Xiangsi's hand, "Who is giving you flowers?"

"Yeah." Yun Xiangyao nodded, "I heard the erhu sound, and I didn't know why I couldn't help but walk in. Not only did he not blame me for disturbing me, he also gave me a pot of flowers. I felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't allow me to refuse. I wanted to send a gift back, which may not be expensive, but just a heart."

"He is not my uncle, he is my father." Song Mian suddenly spoke.

Yun Xiangxiang stopped and looked at Song Mian in surprise: "He, he looks so young!"

Song Mian is almost twenty-seven years old, but that person looks like he is only thirty years old!

"He is already fifty years old." Song Mian said with a smile, "Well, he has a good way to keep his health preservation and does not look old."

No matter how old a man doesn't look old, it's scary to look like he is thirty years old.

However, it is natural to think that he is a family of miraculous doctors.

"Then your eyes must be inherited from your mother." Yun Xiangxiang smiled.

"It should be..." Song Mian's tone was a little uncertain.

"Should?" Yun Xiangxiang immediately recalled what circumstances had a child never seen his mother. "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's not as you think." Song Mian replied with a normal expression, "My mother may still be alive. I was born in the test tube. My mother is not my father's wife. Strictly speaking, my father has not been married yet. She took some money and was responsible for giving birth to me."

Yun Xiangyao never thought that Song Mian had such a origin, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

I felt Yun Xiangxiang's love of love. How could Song Mian miss this opportunity: "The close relatives of the Song family were seriously married, which made it difficult for our direct descendants to reproduce, and it was even more difficult for my father. In China, IVF failed in the last dozen test tubes. My father could only go abroad to find them. There were thirty-five mothers, and my mother successfully gave birth to me."

"Then you..." Yun Xiangyao asked subconsciously, and at the beginning, he immediately realized that he had crossed the line.

"I have all functions so far." Song Mian answered seriously.

For some reason, Yun Xiangyao's face was a little hot, and he lowered his head and pretended to be an ostrich.

Of course, I didn't see Song Mian's magnificent shimmering eyes above her.

Soon when he arrived at the dining room, Yun Xiangyao looked at the stacks of dishes on the dining table that looked as exquisite as works of art, and felt embarrassed to put down chopsticks. He felt that he had ruined these things and felt a little guilty.

"These are all ordinary ingredients, but the vegetables are grown by our home in the back mountain. This house is designed by Feng Shui masters. The Feng Shui is good, and the fruits and vegetables raised are also delicious. You can eat more." Song Mian first picked up a piece of lotus root slice for Yun Xiangsai.

This lotus root is very glutinous when eaten, and a little sweetness will penetrate when chewing it. It is really delicious!

As soon as the taste buds were opened, Yun Xiangying didn't care. As Song Mian said, their food was so delicious that it could bite off his tongue.

It completely retains the most original deliciousness of the ingredients and does not conflict with the condiments. Yun Xiangxiang rarely ate two bowls of rice.

After lunch, Yun Xiangxiang held a pot of orchids and then left the Song family with a few medications.

She didn't ask about Song Mian's father's preferences, so she could only read it slowly. When she met him, she felt it was suitable to reply to another gift.

"I will take care of this pot of orchid in the future." When she got home, Song Qian found a good place to put the orchids up, and then told everyone, "You can't touch them at will."

Looking at Song Qian's attitude, Yun Xiangxiang had a bad premonition: "Is this pot of orchid very expensive?"

"Quick?" Song Qian said with a smile, "This pot of orchid is more expensive than your house."

Yun Xiang:!!!

Oh, so instead of eating a house, she moved back to a house…
Chapter completed!