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"Uncle..." Song Qian followed Yun Yun's side and murmured in her own voice.

The two talents had just walked out of the scope of the return home, and it was raining. They quickly found a small pavilion to hide from the rain.

"I called Song Yao and asked him to send an umbrella." Song Qian didn't expect the rain to come.

Yun thinks about looking up at the gloomy sky: "The shower will not last long."

But Song Qian has already called.

Yun thinks of sitting next to the pillar of the pavilion, twisting and watching the drizzle hitting the lake, rippling in circles.

"It's the young master." When Yun Xiang was thinking, she was exclaimed in the ear of Song Qian.

Looking up, Yun thinks he's crazy.

The man in a long shirt, in the mist of the rain, held an oil-permeable umbrella in his hand, and slowly came through the fog.

"Come on, lunch is almost ready." Song Mian handed over an umbrella.

"I'm almost hungry, let's go, think about it." Song Qian took it very cleverly, and then she opened the umbrella and left.

Yun thinks about...

"Qianqian!" Song Mian only took an extra umbrella and Song Qian took it away, what should she do.

Song Qian, who was shouted by Yun Xiangxiang, turned her head, as if she found something wrong, and she was too lazy to come back: "You and the master have an umbrella. What age are you, and hold the umbrella together, don't need to be so conservative."

After finishing talking, continue to move forward.

Yun thinks about...

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

What time is it, it is not a big deal to hold an umbrella together, everyone else has noble and noble to support her umbrella, she still has a good feeling.

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

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

Song Mian's eyes brightened: "Well."

Who knows, Yun thinks about lowering his head: "No wonder, I feel that Qian Qian seems to have misunderstood your mind, she seems to be making up with us."

Yun Xiangwan didn't see Song Qian's intention, then she was a fool. But she didn't see Song Mian's mind, mainly because she didn't know why she didn't think Song Mian would like people like her.

No misunderstanding...

Song Mian really wanted to say this to Yun Xiangyun, but considering that Yun Xiang was only 17 years old and not yet an adult. I'm afraid she still doesn't understand. If he says it, he will scare her and make her misunderstand that she has bad habits.

Wait a minute, let her know next year, and he can use this time to let her understand her goodness.

Song Mian didn't answer. Yun Yun thought that Song Mian was not good at answering such a question. How could she ask Song Mian straightforwardly?

In fact, Yun thought about subconsciously trying to test Song Mian, but couldn't help being relieved. Fortunately, Song Mian was not what she suspected.

"Song Mian, what does your uncle like?" Yun thinks and immediately changes the subject happily.

"Uncle..." Song Mian frowned, looking away from the cloud holding the orchid in his hand, "The one who gave you flowers?"

"Well." Yun thought and nodded. "I heard the erhu, and I didn't know how there was an impulsive impulse to go in. Not only did he not blame me for disturbing me, but also gave me a pot of flowers, I had some I'm sorry, but he won't let me refuse. I want to return a gift, which may not be expensive, just a heart."

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

Yun thought about stopping and looked at Song Mian in amazement: "He, he looks so young!"

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

"He is fifty years old." Song Mian said with a smile. "Well, he has a set of regimen for keeping in good health, not showing old age."

No longer old, a fifty-year-old man looks like a thirty-year-old man.

However, the thought of being a family of gods and doctors is a matter of course.

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

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

"Should?" Yun thought about it immediately, when a child had never seen his mother, "Sorry, I..."

"Not as you think." Song Mian answered normally, "My mother may still be alive. I was born in a test tube. My mother is not my father's wife. Strictly speaking, my father has not been married yet. She took a sum of money and was responsible for giving birth to me."

Yun Xiang never thought that Song Mian turned out to be such a source, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

I am very keenly aware of the pity that Yun thinks about. How Song Mian can pass this opportunity: "The close marriage of Song's ancestors is very serious, which makes it difficult for our heirs to reproduce, and it is even harder for my father to reach a dozen in China. The test tube failed in the end. My father can only go abroad to find 35 mothers, and only my mother successfully gave birth to me."

"Then you..." Yun thought about asking out subconsciously, and at the beginning he immediately realized that he had crossed the line.

"I have everything functioning so far so far." Song Mian answered seriously.

I don't know why, Yun thinks that his face is a little hot, and he is wearing an ostrich with his head down.

Naturally, she didn't see her, Song Mian's magnificent twinkling eyes smiled.

Soon to the dining room, Yun thought of looking at the stacks of beautiful dishes on the dining table that looked like works of art. They were embarrassed to use chopsticks, and felt a little guilty of destroying these things.

"These are ordinary ingredients, but the vegetables are grown in our own home in Houshan. This house is the bureau of Feng Shui master cloth. Feng Shui is good. The fruits and vegetables raised are also delicious. You eat more." Song Mianxian Think of Yun for a piece of lotus.

This kind of lotus is very sticky in the mouth, and it will penetrate a little sweetly when chewing. It is really delicious!

As soon as the taste buds open, Yun thinks about it, and as Song Mian said, their food is delicious enough to bite the tongue.

Fully retaining the most original and delicious ingredients, and without conflicting with the condiments, Yun thinks that it is rare to eat two bowls of rice.

After lunch, Yun thought about holding a pot of orchids, and then left the Song family with a few pills.

She didn't ask Song Mian's father's preferences, she could only take a look at it. Later, when she met, she felt fit to return another gift.

"I will take care of this orchid in the future." When returning home, Song Qian found a good place to put the orchid, and then told everyone, "None of you can touch it at will."

Looking at Song Qian's posture, Yun thought about having a bad hunch: "Is this pot of orchids very expensive?"

"Precious?" Song Qian smiled, "This pot of orchids is more expensive than your house."

Yun think about it! ! !

Oh, so instead of eating a house, she moved back to a house...