Su Tongyuan took the initiative to hand the chopsticks to Fang Weixuan, and said with a wide smile: "Wow, I haven't eaten the noodles cooked by my father in many years."
"It smells so good and appetizing."
"Mom, give me some face."
"My daughter's face is worthless, where is your little darling?"
"He is eagerly thinking about family reunion, and wants you and my dad to be well."
Fang Wenxuan remained silent, took the chopsticks and ate the noodles.
Su Mingkang stood aside looking silly and happy, his mouth twisted with a smile.
Su Tongyuan said slyly: "Dad, you are sweating. Go take a shower first."
"I drank some wine in the afternoon, so it's not convenient for me to send you back."
"You can sleep here tonight and talk to my mother."
"Since it's an apology, it must be sincere."
Su Mingkang said anxiously: "Yes, can it be done?"
Su Tongyuan raised her head and winked: "Why not?"
"Oh, Mom, why are you pinching me?"
"I really drank wine in the afternoon, white wine."
"I can't press the clutch and can't turn the steering wheel."
"Oh, look, I'm not even strong enough to hold chopsticks."
Fang Wenxuan's cheeks turned red and she said, "I don't have a change of clothes for him, so it's inconvenient."
Su Tongyuan said with a smile: "It's okay, I prepared it for dad early in the morning."
"Pajamas, slippers, whatever you want."
After saying that, she stood up and pushed Su Mingkang and said, "You only have one chance, so take advantage of it."
Su Mingkang is indeed dull, but he is not a fool either.
The meeting reacted and rushed into the bathroom almost "rolling and crawling".
Well, one of my leather shoes has been rubbed off.
Su Tongyuan's plan succeeded, she didn't even eat any noodles, walked out of the living room quietly and closed the door.
Fang Wenxuan asked doubtfully: "You, what are you doing?"
Su Tongyuan showed a treacherous smile and said: "It is better for you and my dad to say goodbye than a wedding. Granny Diao said that I can't disturb you."
"I'm going to Zhixia's place to sleep for one night and I'll be back at noon tomorrow."
"Mom, is my little cotton-padded jacket considerate?"
Fang Wenxuan was greatly embarrassed and said shyly: "You, you are a black-hearted cotton."
Su Tongyuan pursed her lips and snickered, closing the door tightly.
In the house, it was completely quiet.
All I could hear was the rustling sound coming from the bathroom, and the sound of running water.
Fang Wenxuan's heartbeat is racing. How can she still have the appetite to eat noodles?
I just felt my heart leaping into my throat at this moment, and I was even more nervous than when I married Su Mingkang.
"Tong, Tong Yuan."
After an unknown amount of time, she subconsciously shouted.
No one answered. In front of him was Su Mingkang, who had just taken a shower and put on new pajamas.
He looked at him with fiery eyes and his Adam's apple rolled.
Fang Wenxuan pretended to be calm and said: "I, I eat noodles."
He strode forward, picked her up, and walked towards the bedroom without looking back.
Fang Wenxuan struggled wildly and said: "You, Su Mingkang, let me go."
"Asshole, I haven't forgiven you."
"I haven't forgiven you."
The bedroom light came on and then went out quickly.
The door was slammed shut and locked from the inside.
Fang Wenxuan's angry scolding disappeared and was replaced by a low gasp.
The spring water turns into ice, and the old ox plows the fields for three thousand miles. What does it mean to be tired?
In the yard, Su Tongyuan supported the hunched old woman and asked with a smile: "Grandma Diao, are you ready?"
The old man holding a cane replied: "Most of the men in the Su family have bad luck."
"Su Mingkang is like this, and Suning is even more like this."
"Have mercy on my Jinse, hey..."
In the dark night, the faint sighs were blown away by the wind.
