"You're awake. You can really sleep. It's already dark." Su Jiuge opened the curtains and turned on the sky blue wall lamp while speaking.
In the soft light of the room, Su Wanqing rubbed her eyes uncomfortably and asked in a mumble: "Mom, why am I here?"
"You have the nerve to ask." Su Jiuge gave his daughter a big roll of the eyes, "You are already eighteen years old, it's time to be sensible. How could you fall asleep in a man's car so unprepared?
Just one afternoon."
It turned out...she fell asleep in Ning Junyu's car.
"Where's Brother Junyu?" Su Wanqing asked with some concern.
Su Jiuge sat by the bed, brought a glass of water to his daughter, and said, "He went back after he sent you back."
Then... it was Brother Junyu who carried him up.
A warm smile appeared on Su Wanqing's lips. This happened often when she was a child. The two of them were playing and she fell asleep. It was Brother Junyu who carried her back.
As he grows older, Junyu has grown into a big boy. His arms have become stronger and stronger, and he can easily lift her up.
Thinking of this, Wan Qing held the cute porcelain cup and drank a few water to moisten her thirsty throat. Her heart felt warm, and she held Su Jiuge's arm flatteringly and said coquettishly: "Mom is the best."
Sure enough... Mom still cares about her very much. It's great.
Su Jiuge's delicate face also overflowed with a maternal smile. She stretched out her bare hands, rubbed Su Wanqing's head, and said: "You - you are really not worrying at all."
Just one sentence made Wan Qing's heart completely soften, and the grievances he had felt all day disappeared in an instant.
She felt her nose was sore, and she nuzzled into her mother's arms like a kitten. Her soft and waxy voice was full of coquettishness: "I'm sorry, Mom, you have been embarrassed in front of Uncle Luo today."
Thinking about it, at noon, she only focused on venting her emotions wantonly, without taking her mother's position into consideration at all.
That man was the one who provided food and clothing for my mother, the one who single-handedly created the Ninth Princess of the Siren, and the one Su Jiuge longed for.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you know your mistake." Su Jiuge was still so gentle and calm, "Just remember not to make similar mistakes in the future."
Su Wanqing popped her head out of Su Jiuge's arms and looked at her from bottom to top, her fairy-like glazed black eyes flashing and asking: "Mom, do you like Uncle Luo?"
"I like it." Su Jiuge's answer was almost without hesitation.
Su Wanqing's heart trembled, her lips parted slightly, and she continued to ask: "So, do you love him?"
A slight smile appeared on Su Jiuge's lips: "Is it important?"
Wan Qing sat up straight, grabbed her mother's soft hand, looked straight into her narrow eyes, nodded solemnly, and said: "It's important, it's important!"
Su Jiuge was also infected by her daughter's serious mood. She pondered for a moment and responded with certainty: "Love, I love him."
How could you not love it?
Even if he indulges in flowers, even if he is uninhibited, even if he has thousands of women outside.
She, Su Jiuge, is also the most special one among countless women.
Wan Qing was shocked by her mother's gentle and determined eyes. Those narrow and charming eyes embody the persistence of the years and hide the tranquility washed away by the beauty.