"Haha, Mechelle always complains to me that you always spend time with your sister and don't spend much time with her."
"Hey, you also know that Mechelle is an only child and her temperament is inevitably a bit arrogant. As your fiancé, you should be more accommodating to her."
Luo Xichen's brows furrowed slightly, and he just said a perfunctory "hmm".
"After Eli comes here, invite your parents and sister to have a meal together. I'm ashamed to say that I have been in X city for so long and I haven't officially paid a visit to Mr. Luo yet." Mechelle's father made the invitation.
For similar invitations, even if Luo Xichen doesn't want to, there is no reason to refuse.
"Okay, I will notify my parents."
Luo Xichen was in a surprised mood all day today, with a tense face and no smile. Until the moment he stepped out of the studio door and returned to the door of the apartment complex.
He received a text message [Xichen, I will go to your apartment to find you after school].
A warm smile finally broke out on Luo Xichen's face.
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Today I received news from the publishing house that the book "My Mother Su Jiuge" has been reviewed for three times, the cover has been produced, and is being urgently printed. It will only take two weeks to be available in major bookstores across the country.
The big stone in Su Wanqing's heart finally fell, and the dawn was getting closer and closer to her.
It was a good day, and the first thing I thought of was to get together with Xichen and tell him the good news.
The car drove to the gate of the community. As soon as Su Wanqing got out of the car, she saw Luo Xichen sitting on a stone stool just inside the gate of the community.
She paused in her heart and trotted up in a few steps. Her eyes like glass widened and she asked in surprise: "Xichen, why are you sitting here?"
Luo Xichen's face was full of tenderness, and her voice became clearer: "I'm waiting for you."
"It's already November, the weather is so cold, it's going to be winter soon, how can you sit outside!" Su Wanqing looked a little anxious, "You are still wearing so little, why don't you go inside and wait?
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"No." Luo Xichen stood up and grabbed Su Wanqing's hand, his ice blue eyes flashing with a thousand kinds of glaze, "I can't wait for you to come back to the room."
"I just want to wait for you down there, even if I see you a minute earlier, that's fine."
Her cheeks, brushed by the cool late autumn wind, became inexplicably hot. She lowered her head, pressed it against his chest, and grabbed his shirt with both hands.
"Wan Qing?" Luo Xichen was a little worried and stretched out his right hand, trying to dig out her furry head, "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't—" Su Wanqing dodged his big hand and still buried her head in her son Luo Xichen's arms, her voice soft and soft, "Don't look at me."
Luo Xichen's eyes touched his lovely red earlobes, a smile spread into her eyes, and the corners of her lips raised in understanding.
"Wan Qing, I miss you so much."
The little man in his arms didn't respond, but his head was buried deeper and his grip on him became tighter.
"Wan Qing, I decided to give myself two days off. Tomorrow is the weekend. Let's go on a trip."
Luo Xichen gently hugged Su Wanqing's body and said softly, "It's just the two of us, no matter where we go."
The soft corner of Su Wanqing's heart was touched again. She raised her head and asked, "It's just the two of us?"
"Yes, do you want to go?" Luo Xichen caressed her face lovingly, "Are you finally willing to raise your head?"