Warm Marriage: Sheng Pampers His Wife

Chapter 62 New Discoveries

It's not that she wants to, but she has to go back.

But it doesn't matter if I go back, I've done my best, and the wedding is less than a week away.Even at Song's house, he only stayed for a few days.

Song Ying calmly followed a few people out.

Song Daoan was driving a business car today, and the seats in it were just right for five people. Considering the relationship between Song Ying and Wei Qiuping before getting in the car, Song Siyuan thoughtfully let Wei Qiuping get in the car first, and he followed immediately. Finally, Song Ying sit next to him.

This was the first time that Song Ying and Song Siyuan sat together so closely.

Strangely enough, she didn't hate it.

Perhaps it was because Song Siyuan had changed.

Song Ying thought about the former Song Siyuan, and felt awkward no matter how she thought about it.

He had changed so much that she had to pay attention to his actions.

For example, when he was in Xia's house, he greeted people first, and when others spoke, he smiled.When she teased Wei Qiuping, he just frowned slightly.

The previous Song Siyuan was not like this.

Song Ying felt that it was necessary for her to check Song Siyuan's experience in England in the past six months.

Song Ying thought about it, but Wei Qiuping finally couldn't take it anymore, and got angry a lot.

After all, it was nothing more than asking the Wei family to attend the wedding and change the bridesmaids, but Zhou Qingyun made a final decision, and she said it ten times to no avail.

Not in the mood to listen to her swearing, Song Ying squinted her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Wei Qiuping was relentless: "Talk to me, and I'll tell you, Wei Ling and the others don't have to attend the wedding, but Mianmian and her friends must be bridesmaids."

"In that case, who is the best man?" Song Ying suddenly opened her eyes and asked her with a smile.

"You don't have to worry about the best man group. Those who cooperate with our family have as many young unmarried men as they want." Wei Qiuping thought there was something going on, and she was very imposing.

Song Ying groaned, and said slowly: "But the candidates for the best man and bridesmaid have already been told to Grandpa Xia. If Aunt Wei wants to change, she can go to Grandpa Xia to discuss it in person. If he is willing, I have no objection."

Wei Qiuping was stunned: "You..."

Song Ying suddenly wanted to see Wei Qiuping deflated, and said: "Now the car has not gone far, we can turn around and go back."

"Enough." The veins on Song Daoan's forehead twitched, "Don't say a few words."

If it was before, he should have started cursing people by now.

Song Ying was deeply impressed by his acting skills, she smiled and said nothing.

Relatively speaking, Wei Qiuping is not so easy to talk to.Since entering Xia's house today, she has been overwhelmed by Song Ying everywhere. Now that she is no longer in Xia's house, why should she endure it?

Wei Qiuping said loudly, "It's her fault and not mine. Daoan, what's wrong with letting Wei Ling attend the wedding? She's your serious niece. There's also the matter of the bridesmaid and best man. Why do I want to be gentle? Siyuan is a bridesmaid and best man, isn't she just looking for an opportunity for them to be recognized by more people? These two children are both talented and beautiful, so they should find a powerful family."

What she said was reasonable, and Song Daoan couldn't refute it for a while.

Song Siyuan: "..."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, "Mom, I'm not yet an adult, so it's too inappropriate to be a best man. Besides, I've never heard of my sister being a bridesmaid for my sister. Your idea is very good, but isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Wei Qiuping: "..."

"Besides, I'm going to the wedding like my sister. Compared with the best man and bridesmaid, being a guest is the most comfortable. You can meet whoever you want, and the bridesmaid and best man are not so free."

When he said this, Wei Qiuping also felt that his previous thoughts were too simple.

Indeed, because the bridesmaids and groomsmen have to take care of the groom and the bride, they have very little time to show up in the early stage.

In the later stage, maybe you have to help block the wine.

Wei Qiuping pondered and let out a long breath.

Song Ying: "..."

After waiting for 2 minutes, Wei Qiuping didn't hear anything. She smiled and raised her chin with one hand to look outside.

Today's weather is sunny, cloudless, and the sky is blue and blue. Just looking at it casually, I feel in a good mood.

Song Ying narrowed her eyes, opened the car window a crack, and breathed in the cool breath sideways.

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In the next few days, Song Mianmian was not around, Song Daoan was working, and Wei Qiuping took Song Siyuan out for shopping all day long. In the huge villa, Song Ying was basically alone during the day.

This is without a doubt very comforting.

So, apart from the usual daily phone calls with Xia Tingjin, Song Ying rested in the room for the rest of the time, and sometimes went for a stroll in the garden.The villa's garden occupies a small area. It is directly behind the villa. Because Wei Qiuping doesn't like flowers, it doesn't take much care of it. Over the years, wintersweet, winter jasmine and orchids have come and gone in the yard.

Catch up with winter, the garden is in decline, Song Ying has nothing to do, staring at the flowers, once or twice, and doesn't feel bored.

This afternoon, after Song Ying had lunch and slept in the room, she went to the house where Lin Xueming lived on a whim.

When Wei Qiuping got married back then, she asked for another bedroom to be her and Song Daoan's new house, so Lin Xueming's room was preserved.

However, due to unoccupied people, the room is only cleaned once a year during Chinese New Year.

When Song Ying entered the room, she was not surprised to be choked by the dust that hit her face.

Turning her back and covering her mouth and coughing a few times, she raised her hand while fanning the wind, and as she entered the room, she drew the curtains and opened the window.

The furniture in the house was covered with a dust cloth, and dust had accumulated on it. Song Ying stared at it for a moment, then gently lifted the cloth.

There are two photos of Lin Xueming on the smooth mahogany table. In the photo on the left, she is in her twenties, with straight black hair, sitting sideways on a swing in the park. The corners of her eyes and brows can reach the warmth of the heart. smile.The next one is a group photo of her, Song Ying and Song Daoan.Contrary to reality, the three people in this photo are all smiling.

After staring at this extremely weird photo for a few minutes, Song Ying sat down and opened the drawer.

Lin Xueming liked to write a diary, and there were several diaries in the drawer.

Song Ying opened it for a few glances, closed the book, and continued to read other things.

However, just as he was putting the diary back, his eyes caught a white object inadvertently.

Raising her eyebrows, Song Ying stood up and pulled the table.

Then there was a slight rolling sound.

(End of this chapter)