Song Jing chuckled and softened his voice, "I was wrong."
"You're right. You're both a father and an ancestor. What can you do wrong?" Shi Yan was angry.
"What should I do? I'm on my way to the airport now. I'll land at 10:20 in the evening. Do you want to pick me up?"
Song Jing's voice was full of embarrassment, "If you didn't come to pick me up, I don't know if I could still get a bus at the airport so late."
"Take it." Shi Yan gritted his teeth, thinking about his little ancestor, what can he do, just pamper him.
Song Jing laughed and said, "It was too noisy in the car, so I hung up."
The plane was delayed for more than 20 minutes and landed close to 10:50.
It was a little past eleven when Song Jing walked out of the airport pick-up gate. From a distance, he saw an outstanding man standing among a group of people picking him up. He was dazzling and eye-catching.
Song Jing wore a peaked cap and a mask, took the headphones and hung them around his neck. He pulled the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and stepped forward with one hand, "Brother, who are you picking up?"
She stepped forward to strike up a conversation like this, and the other people picking her up looked over curiously.
In fact, Shi Yan was also wearing a baseball cap and casual clothes today. Standing here like this, he looks tall and tall, and there are many people who want to strike up a conversation.
It's just that the aura around him is too strong, and others don't dare to come forward even if they have this idea in their hearts.
When they saw Song Jing coming up to strike up a conversation, they all admired her courage and wanted to know the consequences of her striking up a conversation.
"Accepting the ancestors." Shi Yan lowered his eyes to look at her. His eyes were dark and deep under the brim of his hat, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
We haven’t seen each other for about ten days, and the little girl has lost weight again.
Feeding her one or two pounds of meat is harder than a needle carrying water, but losing weight is like water pushing sand.
"Oh, I thought you were picking up a girlfriend." Song Jing's voice was lazy, with a casual and ruffian smile, "Brother doesn't have a girlfriend? What do you think of me?"
"Can I be your girlfriend?"
"Just look at it to know whether it fits or not." Shi Yan knew that she was playing on purpose, so he played with her with a smile, "Brother likes to try things before making a judgment."
"As long as my brother likes it, I will definitely accompany him."
"Brother, should we go to the hotel or your home?"
"Brother likes to be in the car."
"Brother has very wild taste." Song Jing raised his eyebrows and extended his hand, "But I like it."
Shi Yan took her hand and led her away. The theatergoers nearby were shocked. Can handsome guys nowadays be so flirtatious?
Also, are today’s young people already having such fun?
Everyone was in confusion and felt that their outlook on life was on the verge of collapse.
After entering the escalator, Shi Yan pinched Song Jing's finger and said, "Is it fun?"
"It's fun." Song Jing smiled and leaned against him in a naughty and mischievous manner, "Brother, if your girlfriend knew that you asked me to stay in a room, wouldn't she be angry?"
"Are you still playing?" Shi Yan gently bumped her shoulder away, "Don't rub it, you're still angry."
Song Jing lowered her eyes and looked at someone holding her hand tightly. She was angry and held her hand so tightly?
"Then how do you want me to coax you?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows.
After taking the elevator to the parking lot, Shi Yan took Song Jing's hand and got into the car without making any noise.
Song Jingwo got into the passenger seat and lazily lowered his eyebrows.
She hadn't slept much in the past ten days. When she came to Shi Yan's side, she could smell the familiar and reassuring cold fragrance of wood, and she felt a little sleepy.
Shi Yan leaned over to fasten her seat belt, and saw her tired eyebrows hidden under the brim of her hat, "You haven't had a good rest these days?" No wonder she had lost a lot of weight at a glance.
"Yeah." Song Jing tilted his head and rubbed the hat Shi Yan was wearing with the hat on his head, "Time is tight, and I can't sleep until things are done."
"So you don't have time to look at your phone?"
Song Jing lazily hummed, his eyes already closed.
Shi Yan didn't know what Song Jing was doing, so he didn't ask if Song Jing didn't take the initiative to tell him. This seemed to have become a tacit understanding between the two of them.
The car drove into the garage of Yanzhai. Song Jing slowly opened his eyes, his voice still hoarse and lazy after sleep, "Are you home?"
"Well. Go wash up and eat something before going to sleep." Shi Yan leaned over and unfastened her seat belt.
Song Jing raised his arms and put his arms around his neck. Shi Yan turned his head to look at her, his eyes so dark that he couldn't see the bottom of his face. "Aren't you tired?"
"Brother, doesn't he like being in the car?" Song Jing frowned, "As long as brother likes it, I can cooperate now."
"Song Jing, you asked for this."
Shi Yan's voice was deep, and he raised his hand to take off her hat and mask, then lowered the seat with one finger.
Song Jing was already nestled in the seat, but his back suddenly lost support and he fell backwards.
Shi Yan came over from the driver's seat and squeezed one leg next to hers.
"I really wonder if you are taking revenge for me not replying to your message last time."
"No. I was really busy and didn't check my phone."
Shi Yan's hands pinched the sides of Song Jing's waist, "If Qin Yicheng hadn't sent me a message saying you were with him, I would have almost gone looking for you."
Song Jing really didn't notice when Qin Yicheng sent a message to Shi Yan.
"My problem." Song Jing admitted her mistake frankly. It was easy for her to put aside everything else around her when doing things. She didn't have the habit of reporting her itinerary to a second person before, but she was still getting used to it now.
"I will pay attention in the future and think of you when I do things."
"What do you want in the future..."
As soon as Shi Yan finished speaking, Song Jing rubbed his calf with his foot, "Brother, if you talk too much, you won't have time to do other things."
Shi Yan's Adam's apple rolled, "Song Xiaojing, if you can get out of this car by yourself today, it's all because of my inability!"
Shi Yan usually does what he says when it comes to things like this.
The space for movement in the car was limited, so Song Jing paid a heavy price in order to coax her boyfriend.
Shi Yan was full and his mood became brighter. After cleaning both of them with wet wipes, he put on clothes for Song Jing and then arranged his own clothes. "Can you get out of the car by yourself?"
"What do you think?" Song Jing rolled her eyes angrily. Her knees and lower back were almost useless now.
Shi Yan chuckled and got out of the car first, then turned around and carried Song Jing out horizontally.
Song Jing lay lazily in his arms, not thinking much about others.
Shi Yan threw it lightly, and Song Jing was forced to wrap his arms around his neck, making him even more angry.
Shi Yan lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, "You recruited me first. I originally planned to let you rest first."
"You know, when it comes to you, I have zero self-control."
Song Jing rolled his eyes and said, "You're so good at what you get. Brother Yan, can you please give me a little face?"
"You've been holding it in for more than ten days. Can you please be considerate? Huh?"
"Humph!" Song Jing closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
Shi Yan smiled and carried her back to the yard to take a shower and change clothes.
"Is that research institute that Qin Yicheng is in charge of yours?"
"Yeah." Song Jing lay in the bathtub with her eyes closed, letting De Shiyan give her a bath.
Shi Yan understood.
No wonder the little girl is so greedy for money and always so poor. All the money she earned goes to the institute. It is really a bottomless pit where money is burned like paper.
"How about we share the account?"
Song Jing opened his eyes, turned over and sat on his waist, "Want to help me support the institute?"
Shi Yan pinched both sides of her waist.
"As far as I know, it's quite expensive to raise Liushuo and Feiying, right?"
Shi Yan chuckled, "Do you feel sorry for my money?"
"Don't worry, apart from you, your husband is only poor and has money."