Song Yuanhuanzhi

When Song Huan woke up, it was already daylight, and in summer, it was early, even if he woke up late, it was only a moment.

Song Huan put on her clothes and stretched, then stared at a place in a daze with divergent eyes, and I don't know how long it took before seeing her slowly warming up and punching.

At this time, Lan Lan was already embroidering, and she knew that Song Huan had woken up when she heard the movement next door, but she didn't move, and sister would spare half an hour to punch, and only after the movement next door stopped, Lan Lan put down her hands clothes and got up.

Song Huan opened the door, his forehead was sweating, his face was flushed due to exercise, and his snow-white skin was tinged with cherry pink. Song Huan's voice was clear and clear, "Morning brother and sister!"

Lan Lan called out: "Sister, good morning~"

Song Huan said: "Siblings just woke up too?"

Lan Lan shook her head and smiled.

Song Huan wiped off the sweat dripping from his forehead with the sweat towel hanging around his neck, and said, "The Song family doesn't pay much attention to this. As long as others don't know, no one will tell you if you sleep longer at home."

Lan Lan laughed, "Listen to sister."

Seeing Lan Lan like this, Song Huan knew she wouldn't do it.

Song Huan asked Lan Lan to sit for a while, and she went back to her room to change her clothes.

Lan Lan just stood quietly in the yard. In fact, the two yards were not much different in size, and theirs was bigger.

But every time she took the initiative to ask sister to eat, one was out of etiquette, and the other was because she wanted to spend more time in this yard.

She can't tell the layout here, but as long as people have stayed here, they will like it, and the dull mood will be much clearer and happier.

A clump of banana leaves outside the window is still drenched with rainwater, the rocking chair in the courtyard has been wet by the rain, and the vegetables beside it are already verdant.

Song Huan changed into a lake blue dress and came out.

Could it be Fu Yuanzhi's obsession?
What Song Huan likes the most now is skirts, which come in various colors and styles, all of which are specially bought by Fu Yuan.

Not only that, Fu Yuanzhi would also buy matching jewelry, and Song Huan once suspected that he had become a Fu Yuanzhi doll.

What Song Huan didn't know was that Fu Yuanzhi had this idea a long time ago, because he only knew one style, so he didn't want Song Huan to wear the simple and crude clothes he made all the time.

In the past, it was just due to etiquette, and coupled with his wrong identity, he couldn't be too out of line.What's more, I didn't have a lot of money during my study tour at that time, so this matter has been dragging on.Now that it's all over, the relatives are married, the status is obtained, and the money is more abundant, Fu Yuanzhi helped himself to get through the line of the straight man.

Lan Lan praised: "Sister is so pretty."

Song Huan also praised it back.

Lan Lan is still young now, and her outline still has the childishness of a girl, but Lan Lan herself prefers Song Huan's long-grown appearance.

Song Huan comforted Lan Lan and said, "You will be the same when you reach my age. People take their time."

Lan Lan laughed.

Song Huan poked her dimple, and unconsciously said what was in his heart: "It's so cute!"

Lan Lan's face turned red.

This kind of boudoir girl can't stand "molestation" the most. When she entered the room and saw the maid standing beside her, Song Huan straightened herself up immediately.

Lan Lan is their master, if she loses her prestige in front of them, it will be difficult to manage.

At this moment, Song Huan had completely forgotten that there was a physical bond, but the physical bond was not entirely their lifeline, and there was nothing wrong with having this concern.

Song Huan and Lan Lan ate the morning food together, small broth dumplings, bean curd and small steamed buns.

Lan Lan put down her chopsticks after eating a small soup dumpling and a bowl of tofu curd, while Song Huan beside her continued stuffing it into her mouth.

Lan Lan watched Song Huan eat with gusto and unconsciously added another soup dumpling. When Song Huan was full, Lan Lan felt that she was too full to walk.

Lan Lan: "..."

Song Huan calmed down and said, "Let's go out for a walk. Since you got married, except for the time when you came back, you have never gone out again. Don't you feel flustered because you have been bored at home?"

Lan Lan shook her head: "I used to be like this at home, and I didn't feel anything unusual."

Song Huan: "...Then, are you going out?"

Lan Lan looked at Song Huan suspiciously: "Sister, is there anything I need to buy? I can ask Nanny to come over."

Song Huan shook his head: "I just want to go out for a walk and relax."

Lan Lan understood, she nodded and said, "It's good for sister to do so, then come back soon, sister, I will continue to make my husband's clothes at home."

Song Huan hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

The main reason why Lan Lan didn't go out for a walk was because of Xiaoqin.

She has to pay attention to Xiaoqin's affairs.

And she still has to find a chance to go back to her mother's house, Xiaoqin's parents are still in the Zhuangzi, she wants her mother to check for her.

After all, Xiaoqin grew up with her. After all, she still hopes that Xiaoqin has some difficulties.

At this time Song Huan had already left the boundary of the public rental housing, and walked for half an hour before arriving at a slightly bustling street.

The address of the public rental housing is pretty good, better than the yard we rented before, and Mr. Fu Yuan can sleep for an extra quarter of an hour.

Song Huan walks aimlessly on the street, and occasionally encounters a snack that he thinks is delicious, and he will buy it without hesitation.

Song Huan ate while walking, shopping while eating.

Now Song Huan doesn't have to worry about money anymore. It can be said that he has realized the freedom of wealth. This wealth is limited to these foods.

Song Huan was eating, when he heard an unbelievable voice, "Sister Song!"

Song Huan listened to the voice to identify the position, and quickly looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a person dressed as a knight in the rivers and lakes. It took a long time to match the person from his memory: "Qingqing?"

Seeing that Song Huan responded and called her own name, the other party rushed over and shouted in surprise, "Sister Song! I really didn't expect to meet you here!"

Song Huan hugged Qingqing and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here, why did you suddenly come to the capital?"

Qingqing's face was a little unnatural, and then she changed into her previous heartless look, and said: "It's a long story, let's not talk about it, let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly."

Song Huan nodded, took Qingqing's hand and said, "I've been in the capital for a while, and I really know a restaurant with really good food and affordable prices."

Qingqing looked at Song Huan's hair, and suddenly realized something was wrong. She stepped forward in surprise: "Sister, you are married!? Brother Fu, right?"

Song Huan laughed, "Who is it?"

Qingqing smiled embarrassedly, "Isn't this anxious to know! Back then I was anxious for you!"

Song Huan sighed: "If only you had come to Beijing earlier, you would have been able to attend my and brother's wedding banquet!"

When Qingqing heard the words, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and she forced herself to recover and asked, "Is brother married too?"

Song Huan didn't notice Qingqing's strangeness, and said, "Yes."