The winter in the imperial capital is always dry and cold, with the north wind whistling. When I wake up in the morning, the sky is gray, the smog covers the sky, and a trace of sunshine cannot emerge from the clouds. The weather forecast reminds that there will be different levels of snow in the next few days.

The lights were on in broad daylight in the house, and the whole family sat in the restaurant for breakfast.

Song Yu sat next to Meng Jianwan with the watch that he had not washed off last night and the ghost painting talisman on his chest, lowered his head and pinched a spoon to drink porridge.

The pattern on his chest was blocked by his clothes and could not be seen, but his wrist was not so easy to cover. He had no choice but to change the watch he had worn on his left hand to his right hand.

Meng Jianwan lowered his eyes and glanced at him, curled the corners of his mouth, pulled off the fried dough sticks and stuffed them into his mouth, and his cheek on his left bulges, and he couldn't help laughing again.

Song Yu turned his head and looked at her, his eyebrows twitched, and a few words squeezed out from his teeth: "You can still laugh."

Although Song Yu hid it well, he could not defeat Liang Rushui, who was sharp-eyed. She saw something was wrong at first sight, took a bite of the bun, lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, and asked, "Xiaoyu, why are you wearing your right hand with your watch?"

Song Yu had a meal of drinking porridge, but he didn't expect that such a small detail could be discovered: "It's nothing, just wear it."

"I haven't seen you change to wear it before." Liang Rushui muttered, looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "It's better to wear it back to your left hand, look weird."

Song Yu put down the spoon, flipped his wrist, unbuttoned the strap and moved to his left hand, revealing the black watch that Meng Jianwan drew with a marker last night.

He rubbed his body wash many times when he was taking a shower, and his skin turned red at that time. I don’t know what brand of waterproof pen that Meng Jianwan used. The effect was so good, but there were still traces. However, the color became much lighter than before, and the handwriting was bleached, let alone the trace on his chest...

When Meng Jianwan got up in the morning, he saw him feeling very distressed and comforted him with no thoughts: "Don't worry, it will disappear naturally in a few days."

At this moment, his wrist was watched by the whole family, and Liang Rushui's eyes seemed to be getting hot again, exactly the same as when he saw him doing manicures.

Song Yu filed a lawsuit against the age of 30: "Stop reading, your daughter-in-law's masterpiece."

Meng Jianwan looked surprised and was unexpectedly surprised by the operation he provided.

Liang Rushui originally planned to say a few words to him, but when he heard that it was painted by Meng Jianwan, his expression turned 180 degrees: "Oh, you'd better put the expression back on your right hand."

Song Yu: "..."

He kept silent, took off the watch again, put it on his right wrist, covered the black "watch", and continued to drink the porridge with a spoon.

Lin Chunhua squinted at Meng Jianwan, and the wrinkles next to his eyes squeezed deep marks, and sighed helplessly: "You kid--"

Without saying the rest, she shook her head, sighed again, then looked at Song Yu sympathetically, and used public chopsticks to pick up a bun in the plate in front of him, reminding him to eat more, as if he had suffered a great abuse.

Meng Jianwan twitched the corner of his mouth. Didn’t he just use a pen to draw a few strokes on him, which were not painful or itchy, as for such a small matter?

Song Yu saw the porridge in the bowl and had almost eaten it. But when he saw Lin Chunhua picking up the buns for him, he didn't refuse. He picked up the chopsticks beside him and picked them up and took them a bite. When he looked up, he could still see Lin Chunhua's loving eyes. There was a little smile between his eyebrows and eyes: "Grandma, Wanwan is having fun with me."

Meng Jianwan hit his calf under the table. He looked at her sideways and she signaled him to shut up.

The little movements between the two people thought they were unaware of them, but they didn't want to raise their eyes. Four pairs of eyes were staring at them. Meng Jianwan suddenly became honest and buried his head and put the remaining half of the fried dough sticks into the bowl.

Liang Rushui covered her lips and smiled. She also came from this age. She understood the little eroticism between the couple. She would not say anything, nor would she mistakenly think that Meng Jianwan bullied Song Yu like Lin Chunhua.

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On the sixth day of the lunar month, Meng Jianwan called Mei Sixiu early in the morning and told her in advance that she and Song Yu would go there in the afternoon and stay at Meng’s house for dinner.

When the two were still in the Song family, Liang Rushui packed up a lot of gifts and piled them on the coffee table.

These days, the gifts from relatives have almost never stopped coming or going, but the one I went to the Meng family was the first to prepare and the most expensive one. Famous wine, tea, skin care products, etc., and large bags filled the entire back seat of the car.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Jianwan drove Song Yu back to Meng's house.

While driving, Song Yu found a wife who could drive. Every time he went out, it made him look like he was useless. The only thing he could do was sit in the co-pilot and appreciate her driving skills.

Meng Jianwan: "Why are you always looking at me?"

Without turning her head, she could sense a gaze on her side was locked on her.

"You look good." Song Yu reached out to pinch her face. Her skin was smooth and delicate, like a peeled egg, and her feels very good. "I'm thinking about something, do you want to know?"

"I'm driving, don't move around." Meng Jianwan turned his head and avoided his hand, and said impatiently, "I don't want to know."

She glanced at him, and just with his eyes and smiled, she could guess that what he was thinking must be nothing good.

Meng Jianwan didn't want to know, but Song Yu insisted on telling her: "Wanwan, do you think the children we gave birth to are particularly beautiful?"

Meng Jianwan said without thinking, "I don't want to have a baby."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment. The two had never discussed this issue. He just thought of this on a whim and mentioned it casually. He was not the kind of person who particularly likes children, but what he didn't expect was that her attitude was so firm that he suddenly felt indescribable.

Song Yu didn't ask her if she didn't want a child for the time being, or she didn't plan to have a child at all. Then she thought that no matter which one it was, he had no right to intervene. She should decide on this matter herself.

Meng Jianwan stopped the car and saw that the people around him did not move, he reminded him: "It's here."

Song Yu came to her senses and looked at her. She seemed to be unaffected by the problem just now. She took out a candy from her pocket and bit it into her mouth.

well.

He thought for too long. Since he got married, they have been sleeping in the same bed for a few times. Every time he can only watch but not eat...

It is miserable and miserable, and Xiaoyu's life is not easy.

Song Yu held the gift in both hands and walked towards the main hall alongside Meng Jianwan. When he heard the door bell, Mei Sixiu took the lead in walking to the entrance and opened the door before her aunt could go over and open it.

"Mom." Song Yu shouted first than Meng Jiannian, without any restraint, calm and composed, as elegant and steady as usual, the difference is that his tone and expression are much gentler.

Mei Sixiu heeded, took two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet to them, noticed the things on Song Yu's hand, and said softly: "The things I brought last time have not been used up yet. Why did I give so much more this time? Don't do this next time. Just come empty-handed. It's all the family that doesn't have to be so disgusted."

Song Yu responded, and the gift in his hand was picked up by Mei Sixiu and aunt. He naturally carried Meng Jianwan's shoulder and hugged her in.

In the living room, Meng Weihuai had already set up a chessboard and waited for Song Yu. After Song Yu entered the door, he called him dad. Meng Jianwan changed his words a little earlier, so he naturally had to follow her to call him dad.

Meng Qiaosen waited for a while, but before she could come, Song Yu greeted him, and pretended to ask inadvertently: "Song Yu, what tea do you drink? I'll make it for you."

Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "Just do whatever you want, I won't pick on it."

Meng Qiaosen: “…”

Song Yu exchanged a few greetings with the two elders, sat opposite Meng Weihuai, chatting while playing chess with him. Mei Sixiu went to the kitchen to help the aunt cook, Meng Jianwan sat on the sofa, holding the remote control in her hand to change the station.

A slight footsteps came from the stairs behind him. Meng Jianwan caught a glimpse of a figure after he turned around and looked at it. It was Meng Weixia who was coming down from the upstairs.

Last time Meng Jianwan and Song met, Meng Weixia deliberately hid and did not see the two of them. This time she was at home during the New Year holiday, but she had no choice but to force herself to deal with it calmly.

Meng Weixia pursed her lower lips and couldn't help but look at Song Yu. The man was not like the suits and ties he usually saw, with a dark sweater and a down jacket. The indoor heating was sufficient. He took off the down jacket, and stroked the sleeves up a little, revealing a piece of white, thin, well-proportioned forearm. His fingers were pinching the black pieces and landing on the chessboard. His side face was handsome under the light, his jaw was slightly drooping, and his lines were tough...

The words Meng Jianwan said that night suddenly rang in her ears. She suddenly turned her eyes away, and she came down from the building without saying a word, and walked to the single sofa farthest from Meng Jianwan to sit down.

The atmosphere in the living room seemed to become weird all of a sudden. Meng Weihuai, who was playing chess, looked at the three children on the sofa and sighed silently, hoping that time could fade away all contradictions.

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Meng Qiaosen: Doesn’t my brother-in-law exist?

You have a little idea.
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