"Did you hear what I was saying?" she suspected, Feng Chen, who hadn't even heard what she was saying.

Feng Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at her, "It doesn't matter where I sleep, as long as you're not afraid, your aunt will knock on the door tomorrow morning." ”

"She doesn't knock in the morning, I have a habit of sleeping in, she knows it." Remembering Wen Mei's previous phone call, she said again, "Mrs. Feng called you, I was afraid that he would find you in a hurry, so I answered, but she was very angry." ”

"It's okay, don't worry about her." Feng Chen's eyes were a little cold, they didn't develop as she expected, and of course she was angry.

Don't say she's angry, he's still angry

He never imagined that his mother would calculate him.

Seeing that the phone was put down, Song Zhiyue blinked: "Won't you call her back?"

"No" He was too disappointed in Wen Mei, he was afraid that if he called, he would not be able to help but quarrel with her.

What kind of life Wen Mei lived in the Feng family, he didn't have to guess to imagine.

She was angry with Feng Shen all day long, and looking at Feng Shen's face, she was only afraid that she had had enough, so he didn't want to be unhappy with her.

Song Zhiyue took off her coat, went to bed and lay down, got into his arms, and hugged his waist.

"I'll go back to the city with you tomorrow."

Feng Chen leaned on the head of the bed, bent on one leg and knee, with a hint of laziness in his handsome eyebrows, "The holiday is not over yet, don't stay at home for a few more days"

"No, I want to go to the hot springs."

She was waiting for Feng Chen to take her to the hot springs, but Feng Chen didn't say anything.

She had no choice but to say, "Let's go to the hot springs the day after tomorrow, okay?"

Feng Chen nodded, "Okay." ”

Early the next morning, the light shone through the cracks in the curtains and sprinkled on the two of them.

Dust's eyelashes moved, and there were signs of waking up.

He opened his eyes and wanted to move his body, but he was tightly hugged by Song Zhiyue.

And the woman who was curled up in his arms slept very sweetly, and the corners of her mouth were upturned and curved, as if she had some kind of sweet dream that satisfied her heart.

He took away the hand wrapped around his waist, sat up slowly, pinched the bridge of his nose, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Song Zhiyue slept next to him, and when he lifted the quilt, he saw that her pajamas were on her lower abdomen, and under her were pink lace panties, and she didn't know why, she thought of the clouds and rain in the sky.

Early in the morning, thinking that this kind of picture was very shocking to the senses, he shook his head and pressed down the ones in his mind.

When he went to bed last night, he didn't take off his clothes, and there were many folds pressed out of his shirt, and he couldn't even handle it.

He went to wash up and went downstairs, and Song's mother had just gotten up.

"Auntie." He said hello to Song's mother.

Mother Song asked suspiciously, "Xiaochen, why did you go upstairs as soon as you came yesterday?"

"I was a little tired from driving, so I slept and didn't say hello to you and my uncle in time, I'm sorry." Feng Chen's attitude was gentle, and there was a hint of apology in his tone.

He said the same thing as Song Zhiyue, and Song's mother secretly thought that she should have thought too much.

She smiled and said, "It's okay, your uncle is awake, you can go talk to him." ”

sealed the dust and went to Song's father's house.

In the afternoon of the same day, Song Zhiyue and Feng Chen returned to the city together.

In the evening, she called Su Wansheng and asked her to go to the hot spring tomorrow.

After that, he gave Jiang Fengxing, his family's property, and he would give them a discount for free.