That's your husband

  When they reached the door, Song Min suddenly realized that he had forgotten to bring his key when he went downstairs. He smiled awkwardly at Wen Yan and said, "I didn't bring my key."

  Wen Yan's face showed an expected expression as she pressed the doorbell.

  Song Min suddenly had a feeling of being disliked again.

  Qu Ran quickly came to open the door, he had already changed into his home clothes, his hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, it seemed like he just took a bath. Seeing Wen Yan and Song Min coming up together, Qu Ran asked: "Are you two making up?"

  Wen Yan nodded and then rushed to the toilet, "Toilet, lend me a shower."

  Qu Rán's line of sight fell on Wēn Yán's shirt for a moment, and he felt a sense of understanding in his heart. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Sòng Mín.

  Song Min didn't miss any of Qu Ran's movements, and when Qu Ran's gaze stopped at the unmentionable place blocked by Wen Yan's shirt, Song Min's face suddenly turned bright red and showed a tendency to get even hotter.

  "Why is your face so red?" Qu Ran looked at Song Min's reddened face and thought she had a fever, reached out to check her forehead temperature, but it was normal. Suddenly, Qu Ran's mouth corners couldn't help but curve upwards, his sister wasn't really as emotionless as wood after all.

  She smiled slightly, and Song Min's face grew even hotter. She felt like she was about to explode, and it wasn't until she rushed into the kitchen to splash some cold water on her face that the temperature of her cheeks slowly began to drop.

  Song Min shook the water off his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and hesitantly said to Qu Ran, who was sitting on the sofa reading a document: "Big brother, that set of clothes you gave to Wen Yan to change into..."

  "That's your man." Qu Ran glanced at Song Min with a somewhat unpleasant feeling in his heart, his sister was actually so meticulous about another man.

  Song Min couldn't bear Qu Ran's gaze, and suddenly shook his head, quickly walking back to the room, "Bang" shut the door.

  Qū rán took the clothes and handed them to Wēn Yán, continuing to sit on the sofa reading files.

  When he came out of the bathroom after washing up, only Qu Ran was in the living room. He wiped his hair and asked, "Where's Song Min?"

  "In the room." Qu Ran's hand, which was flipping through files, paused for a moment as he glanced towards Song Min's room. He thought that Wen Yan and his sister had come to show off their love in front of him. In the eyes of these two people, besides each other, did anyone else exist?

  Wen Yan walked up to Song Min's door with long strides and knocked twice, "Song Min."

  Song Min was originally typing on the computer, when he heard Wen Yan's voice. Song Min's face flushed again, and he put down the computer, got out of bed, opened the door, and leaned against the door frame to ask: "What's wrong?"

  He let out a soft sigh, and somewhere began to stir again. He silently heaved a sigh, stuffed the towel into Song Min's hand, rubbed Song Min's head, "I'm going back, remember to change your dressing, come see you on the weekend."

  Wen Yan's hair was not dry, messy and draped over his head, still dripping with water.

  "Hey, dry your hair before you go." Song Min shouted from behind.

  Wen Yan hastily walked towards the door and said to Qu Ran as he passed by: "I'll return your clothes next time."

  He didn't dare to linger for a second, fearing that he really couldn't control himself. He grabbed the car key from the shoe cabinet and rushed out the door.

  He glanced at the door with a curved and quiet gaze, and Wen Yan's appearance really looked like he was fleeing in a hurry. Having known him for so many years, he had never seen him look like this before, just like a young whippersnapper.

  Song Min returned the towel to the bathroom and saw that Wen Yan had neatly folded the clothes she had changed out of on the washstand, silently helping her wash.

  Qu Ruan saw Song Min hadn't come out for a long time and went to the bathroom door to see what she was doing.

  Washing clothes?

  Still washing by hand?

  Wash or warm water?

  Qu Ruo thought he couldn't be troubled alone, so she took a photo of Song Min washing clothes and sent it to Song Qing: Do you know what Min'er is doing?

  Even through the screen, I can feel the sour taste in her tone.

  Song Qing hesitated for a long time before responding: What are you doing?

  Qiu Ran had just prepared for bed when he saw Song Qing's reply and typed a few words back: Do the laundry.

  Then felt that these few words did not achieve the effect of making Song Qing and Na Xin angry, so he sent another one: Gentle words.

  Let him wash it himself!

  Song Qing and Miao Hui.

  Having achieved his goal, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he shut down the internet and went to sleep.

  Song Min had just finished flirting with Wen Yan and was about to go to sleep.

  Yuan Siyu's call came over, and Song Min's scalp felt a slight numbness. Yuan Siyu calling at this time must be to interrogate him... Song Min trembled as he answered the call.

  "Song Min." Yuan Siyu called out calmly.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Was it you who told Cheng Yu that I went to look for that scumbag!!!!!!!!!!"

  "Cough... I'm afraid you'll be taken advantage of."

  "Shut up, you big-headed ghost!!! All these years of practicing martial arts for nothing??? What did Cheng Yu do to you, huh? How humiliating!!!!!!!" Yuan Siyu couldn't bear to think about the scene of Cheng Yu catching her earlier in the day. It was really too humiliating, she had never been so humiliated in her life.

  What's wrong with him? What did Cheng Yu do? Song Min was puzzled: "Why are you so against Cheng Yu?"

  "I'm so afraid of him!!! Yuan Siyu's voice was very anxious, and as soon as she mentioned Cheng Yu, her whole demeanor changed. "As soon as I see him, my scalp feels numb, I can't even speak properly, it's like seeing my high school math teacher..."

  Song Min: "......"

  Song Min was speechless for a long time before squeezing out a sentence: "You're not even afraid of ghosts, what's there to fear about him?"

  Yuan Siyu: "......"

  "Did you come to see me this morning and was it Cheng Yu who picked you up at the entrance of the community?"

  "Yes..." Yuan Siyu's tone was clearly lacking in confidence, with a hint of nervousness. She didn't know that Cheng Yu and Qu Ran lived in the same neighborhood, and she had only called Cheng Yu to get Qu Ran's phone number. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yu came out to pick her up himself and took her to Qu Ran's house, never giving her Qu Ran's number from start to finish...

  Song Min told Yuan Siyu everything he heard from Qu Ran: "Do you know that after he finished work and just arrived home, as soon as he received your call, he came out to pick you up without saying a word?"

  "I don't know..."

  "Cheng Yu is such a cold and distant person, he wouldn't be so attentive to a girl for no reason."

  Yuan Siyu's face turned awkward, and she muttered to herself, "So Song Min has been waiting for me here all along?"

  "Besides, I think you two are quite a good match."

  "You..."

  Song Min didn't give Yuan Siyu a chance to speak at all, one sentence after another. "So you'd better think carefully, if you miss this opportunity, there won't be another one."

  Song Min even thought he had the potential to be an emotional analyst himself.

  "Song Min, shut up!!!!!!!!!!" Yuan Si's tone was urgent, and she directly hung up the phone. How come she had never noticed before that Song Min was so nagging and annoying?

  She is with Cheng Yu?

  Yuan Siyu's mind suddenly flashed to the face of Cheng Yu, who always looked at her with disdain, she shook her head violently, how could that be, she wasn't blind!!!

  I'm so shy hahaahaha.

  Song Min felt that Yuan Siyu was really thick-skinned this time, silently mourning for Cheng Yu for two minutes, and sent a message to Yuan Siyu: "I'm fine with Wen Yan hehehe."

  Yuan Siyu replied: Get out!!!!!

  Song Min glanced at it, turned off the WeChat program, and Yuan Siyu's current appearance was just like hers when she first started. Let her react on her own for now. Besides, Cheng Yu and Wen Yan were the same kind of people, and they wouldn't let Yuan Siyu off easily.

  Originally meant to sleep, Song Min closed his eyes for a few minutes but still didn't feel sleepy. A few lines of words flashed through his mind, and after some thought, Song Min picked up his phone and sent a Weibo post:

  Houhai has a courtyard with trees

  Jade of Xia Dynasty with worker's mark

  Clouds at this moment

  Twenty-year-old you

  "Things That Can Be Encountered But Not Sought" by Feng Tang

  There are comments below.

  Gu Yu, you're a blockhead: Is sister confessing to her brother-in-law?

  Song Min replied: Yes.

  The little girl who did extra lessons sent a private message: [giggling][giggling][giggling]

  Song Min: Aren't you sleeping at this hour? Hurry up and sleep, no sneaking a peek at your phone.

  Little girl: Hehehe, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight sister.

  After saying goodnight to the little girl, when Song Min returned, there were already several thousand comments under Weibo.

  You're a rare literary and artistic talent, Song, but no matter what, you'll always be a goofball in my eyes.

  What name can be given: Agree with the upstairs.

  I'm so anxious: automatically filling in the image of Song Song being a little girl in front of her boyfriend [dirty]

  There were many comments displayed on this page, and Song Min was curious to open it, seeing Wen Yan's reply.

  Dr. Wen of Song's family: very cute.

  I'm so anxious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is Song a boyfriend candidate??????????

  Dr. Wen of the Song family: It is I myself.

  Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I've taken 10,000 points of damage, Xiuxiuxiuxiu!!!!!

  ……

  Song Min seems to be able to imagine Wen Yan's microblog exploding in the morning, secretly laughing in his heart, serving him right, who let him reply on Weibo, he dug his own grave, and now he has to cry about it.

  Song Minxiang sent a message to Wen Yan: Tomorrow morning when you open Weibo, don't be scared, prepare your mind.

  Warm words: I'm already scared.

  Deserved it.

  Warm words: Don't you care about me at all?

  Song Min: You deserve it.

  Warm words: When we meet, take good care of yourself.

  Song Min's face turned red as she had already thought of what the so-called "collection" was, and she quickly typed a few words to send to Wen Yan: Sleep sleep, goodnight!

  Then turned off the phone and went to sleep.

  The next morning, Song Min's Weibo exploded first.

  Because of several big V comments.

  Yan Song: Go to bed early, wish you 99 (a Chinese way of expressing good wishes).

  Liāng Yī: They're already showing affection early in the morning.

  The bright moonlight shines right under my eyelids.

  Song Song, if you don't write out your own story, it's unfair to your fans!

  Zi Yu Gu is Song Min's editor, while accompanying Song Min, he is also writing a book, and his reputation is much greater than Song Min.

  These four people, each with millions of fans, oh no, Yan Song has tens of millions of fans, and after commenting on Song Min's Weibo, it became a fan base for their families.

  What's done cannot be undone.

  Song Min was speechless, you said she just posted a Weibo, what are these big V's doing here to join in the excitement? And her editor, Song Min now has many private messages from fans in her inbox, asking when she can write out her own story.

  Song Min really wanted to cry.