"What else can I do, of course it's because of your relationship with my mother, but it really worries me to death," Song Tiantian pulled a difficult smile at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed.

"I can finally feel how you used to feel now."

Didn't Tang Jingyun be caught between her and Qin Mei before?

"You're wrong." His thin lips twitched, and every word was said coldly: "I don't feel like you." ”

Song Tiantian didn't understand what he meant.

"I don't have your complexity and entanglement, the person I identify, no matter what, I will choose to be with her."

The person I identify, no matter what, I would choose to be with her......

Song poured into his heart and silently read Tang Jingyun's words over and over again.

It seems that if she reads it again, she can give her a little faith and support for herself.

She needed him so much.

Either way, she didn't want to let go easily.

"I see." The emotion on Song Tiantian's face was relieved a lot, and she hooked his neck and pecked him lightly on the lips.

"Don't worry, no matter how your mother and my mother are not optimistic about our relationship and our marriage, but I have decided that in this life, I only want you."

Song Tiantian said very seriously.

The man's face did not soften in any way because of her flattering and sweet words.

Xin Wan was reluctant to hand over Song Tiantian to himself, there must be a reason behind it, as for what it was, he had no way of knowing it for the time being, but he felt that it must be a hidden danger.

As long as this hidden danger does not surface for a day, the relationship between him and Song Tiantian will not be peaceful for a day.

He had to find out this hidden danger!

*

The days passed, and in a blink of an eye, the Chinese New Year was approaching.

The crew was very humane and gave all the staff and actors three days off.

At this moment, under the careful decoration of Steward Chen, Dijing Villa is flourishing, and there is a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

Song Tilt walked into Xin Wan's room with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Mom, your handwriting is very good, you can write a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and I'll have someone frame it and hang it on the wall when I turn around."

Xin Wan was born in a scholarly family, received an excellent education since she was a child, and also practiced good handwriting.

However, Song Tiantian has never seen Xin Wan's mother's family, and it is said that after Xin Wan married Song Congli, Xin Wan's family cut off contact with Xin Wan......

Xin Wan saw that Song Tian was full of anticipation, and she didn't want to spoil her at this time.

She laid out the red rice paper on the desk, then picked up a brush, dipped it in pen and ink, and when she was about to do it, she found that her wrist was not very controlled at all......

That's right, after lying in bed for so many years, it's good that she can stand up, so why don't you expect everything to return to normal.

She endured it and wrote a couplet on a piece of paper.

The handwriting is no longer the Juanxiu of the past, and there are even ...... It's a bit ugly.

But Song Tiantian still went downstairs with the couplet in her arms, and she spread out the couplet in front of Tang Jingyun, quite a little embarrassed: "How is it, is it okay?" ”

Tang Jingyun nodded absentmindedly.

Song Tiantian handed the couplet to Steward Chen.

"Butler, when the pen and ink are dry, you can find a good frame to frame her, and hang it on the wall of the hall."

"This ......" Steward Chen hesitated a little; It doesn't seem to match the style of the hall. ”

The style of the hall is European-style, and there is a Chinese-style couplet that doesn't seem to match.