Song's mother originally wanted to open a video to meet Wei Xianghe while she had time. Seeing that Song Chi was not with Wei Xianghe, she lost interest. She casually told him to take care of her health and asked the Gu family to take good care of Wei Xianghe and so on, so she planned to hang up the phone.

Song Chi was stunned, "Mom, you called me just to say this?"

"Of course not." Song Chi felt that the feeling of abandonment was not that strong, so he heard Song's mother continue, "I want to meet Hehe, but I thought she was with you and sent you a video. If I had known that you were not with her, I wouldn't have called you."

"..." Song Chi was in a complicated mood. He was not like the son of this family, but more like a son-in-law, while Wei Xianghe was their precious daughter.

Trying to get care, he reminded, "Mom, I am the one who has a blood relationship with you."

Song's mother nodded solemnly, "So no one knows you better than me. You have been rude since you were a child. I think Hehe is a sensible and reasonable person. Listen to her, live a good life and don't be rude again."

Since marrying Wei Xianghe, I have deeply felt that the people in this family are fond of the old and dislike him. But he has indeed had absurdity before. He is inappropriate and has no way to refute. He looks at Song's mother across the screen for a few seconds, hums, and hung up the phone and goes to the bathroom.

He rushed down casually and came out with the changed clothes. His face became even worse than when he first entered the bathroom.

It’s annoying to be away from home. It’s not enough to eat something that doesn’t suit your taste. I don’t know where to throw my clothes after changing them, and there is not even a person who talks.

With a dark face, he returned to the bathroom to use a hairdryer to blow his hair. As he blew, he was ecstatic. His mind was full of Wei Xiang and thoughtful and patient preparation for him. He also had the scene of him following her leisurely behind her butt. Although he was talking to her with a kind voice and angrily, it was not as interesting as lifestyle.

I felt a little empty and it was strange. Alas, he was a little homesick.

Turn off the hair dryer and put it on the toilet, he turned around and came out until the table on the bedside table to pick up his cell phone.

The breathing light flashed. He turned on the screen and saw an incomplete message lying on the desktop of his mobile phone. The sender was Wei Xianghe.

The mood became a little lighter unconsciously. He opened the screen and clicked on the message Wei Xiang and sent him. Continued her usual style of sending him messages. The content of the message was the weather forecast for the city he was on a business trip tomorrow, reminding him that it would snow tomorrow, so that he would pay attention to keeping warm. If you want to drive out, you should drive slowly and be careful of slippery roads.

After reading the plain text twice, he raised a restrained and arrogant smile on his face. He did not reply to the message and directly called Wei Xianghe.

The mechanized beeping continued in my ears. Before Wei Xiang and answered the phone for a long time, Song Chi's good mood was slowly extinguished. The slightly raised corners of his mouth were slowly pressed down, and his face turned a little darker. He pursed his lips, hung it and then pounced it over.

This time, someone picked up the phone after a few sounds. Before Wei Xianghe could make a sound, he yelled on this side impatiently, "Where did you go just now, why don't you answer the phone?"

"Take clothes to the balcony and put your phone on the bedside table, but I didn't hear it." Wei Xiang and the other explained to him softly, with their tone neither hurry nor slow.

"Is there anything wrong with calling so late?"

Song Chi didn't know why he called her. He told her about his intention to go back one day later.

He sat down next to the edge of the bed, and the soft big bed collapsed. He glanced at the clothes he had put on the sofa and said, "You can't call you if you have nothing to do?"

His tone became soft again, depressed, a little aggrieved, "I haven't washed my clothes, the washing machine here is different from the ones at home."

However, the fact is that even if it is the same, he will not use it. He has never washed clothes since he was a child. Although Wei Xiang and his clothes occasionally watched him, his attention was never on the washing machine.

...Then where is his attention? When he thought of this question, he was stunned and his mind was a little blank.

"I stuffed a bag in your suitcase mezzanine, and you put the dirty clothes in your suitcase and bring them back."

Song Chi listened and took out a bag from the mezzanine of the suitcase.

Wei Xianghe listened to his rustling sound, "Did you find it?"

"Yeah, I found it." Song Chi shook the bag in his hand.

Wei Xiang and the others nodded, and both sides fell silent for a moment.

Although the business trip period was extended by one day, I could go back tomorrow. The two of them had no hurry to say at this time, but Song Chi didn't want to hang up the phone.

"My mother videoed me tonight. She wanted to see you, but she didn't expect that I was on a business trip and you didn't stay with me."

"I know." Wei Xianghe's voice was soft and slow, with a light smile, "Mom told me."

"She called you later?" In her heart, it was indeed more important that her daughter-in-law was, and Song Chi was a little sour, "What did you say?"

"She suddenly had something to do, and we hung up the phone without saying a few words."

It should be, Song Chi is very satisfied with the result. His mother talked a lot. If it weren't for something suddenly, she would probably still be catching Wei Xiang and chatting with her. Then how could he answer the phone?

When people are not around, they are chatting and talking nonsense. Although Wei Xianghe will listen to him carefully as usual and comfort him with a good voice, they feel a little lacking. The more he listens to Wei Xianghe's gentle and gentle voices as clear and soft as water, the more he feels vacancy in his heart becomes stronger.

He shook his head irritably to get rid of those strange feelings, Song Chi ended the call in a few words.

Frowning his eyebrows, staring at Wei Xiang and his name at the top of the call record, Song Chi sighed.

Inexplicably, he wanted to go home even more.

He was originally scheduled to be able to go back today, but he told Wei Xianghe before his business trip. Unexpectedly, his itinerary suddenly changed and he wanted to stay for an extra day. The psychological gap was large, and the night he stayed for the extra night, his mood could not calm down for a long time.

He could not let his business trip environment make him home-loving. He found a reason for his desire to go home at this moment.

When he was lying on the bed toss and turns and couldn't sleep, his mind was filled with Wei Xiang and smiling gentlely at him, and talking to him softly and comforting him, he finally had no choice but to admit that he seemed not to miss home, but to Wei Xiang and his heart.

According to the original itinerary, you can come back the night before Christmas Eve. Due to the change in the deadline and the delay in the plane, Song Chi returned home in a hurry and it was already eight or nine o'clock on Christmas Eve.

The climate was not very good when the flight he was on a business trip from his city. Wei Xianghe was a little worried and kept watching the TV show in the living room absent-mindedly.

At this moment, she heard a noise outside the door and was stunned. After a moment, she stood up and went to meet her.

Song Chi pushed the door and threw the suitcase on the ground and strode straight towards Wei Xiang and the past. Without saying a word, he reached out and took her into his arms.

"..." Wei Xianghe didn't know what happened to him, but after being slightly stunned, he struggled slightly, "Song Chi..."

"Don't move." Song Chi hugged her tighter, pressing her chin against her hair, and didn't look at her, looking like a scoundrel, "It's so cold outside, hold me to warm up."

Wei Xiang and his originally slightly stiff body slowly softened, letting him hold him softly.

After a while, she went back and found Song Chi's hands holding her waist, and the skin on her hands was indeed slightly cool.

She spread her warm palms and pressed them against the back of his hand, "Your hands are very cold... Do you go and take a hot shower first? I'll prepare dinner for you."

Song Chi hugged her tightly, her head was stuffed in his chest, and Wei Xiang and the voice of her talking were muffled.

Song Chi didn't respond, and after a while he slowly let go.

Wei Xianghe stepped out of his arms, looked up at him, and said warmly, "It will be more comfortable to take a hot bath. I'll go upstairs to let you water."

His eyes jumped to the suitcase left by Song Chi at the door. Wei Xianghe raised his foot and thought about it. His arm was suddenly held, and then a brute force pulled her whole body over to face Song Chi.

She raised her eyes blankly, and saw Song Chi lowering her eyes and looking at her. Her eyes were deep, and there was a flame that was not unfamiliar with desire and was beating.

Her face turned red, her eyes were filled with nowhere to rest. A panic flashed in Wei Xiang and her eyes. She whispered his name, "Song..."

The word "chi" was not called out, and his lips were wrapped around him and swallowed him into his abdomen.

Wei Xianghe was kissed by him, but was distracted and thought that he must be so uncomfortable, so he couldn't wait. She happened to have a period before he went on a business trip, and then he went on a business trip just after his period. In short, he hadn't touched her for nearly ten days, which is rare after they were married.

Song Chi kissed very hard. Since she realized that she missed Wei Xianghe last night, this kind of longing became uncontrollable, and she was even distracted from work during the day today. She especially wanted to see Wei Xianghe, and she thought more and more. She originally just thought purely, but when she came back to see her, she hugged her in her arms, and some kind of desire couldn't help but start to get ready to move.

They were originally a real husband-wife relationship, and Song Chi didn't pretend to be reserved and abstain from the abstinence of himself. His big hands reached into the hem of Wei Xiang and her velvet pajamas and wandered around her delicate skin and ignited the fire. He suddenly let go of her lips, picked her up horizontally, and then strode upstairs.

"Let's go back to the room."
Chapter completed!