What to do if you're disliked by your wife?

  He smiled and said in a low voice, "Is this admitting that she's my wife?"

  The key is this!!!! Song Min's eyes were about to spit fire, she wanted to hit someone!

  I dare not be too excessive in my words, afraid that Song Min's face is really thin and will get angry. I gently stroked the top of Song Min's head, rubbed it softly, and said in a gentle voice: "Wife, I was wrong, really wrong, don't dislike me, okay?"

  Song Min was annoyed to the extreme, now listening to Wen Yan's gentle voice was like Tang Seng reciting the Tightening Spell, the more annoying it got. Song Min closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stopped looking at Wen Yan. As soon as the elevator door opened, she rushed out directly, fearing that if she stayed with Wen Yan for another moment, she would not be able to bear it and hit him.

  Wenyuan really has become more and more shameless, and his nonsense is getting more and more three-dimensional.

  Warm words slowly walked out of the elevator, looking at Song Min's back and smiling shook his head, still so uninteresting, what to do?

  Song Min had made up his mind to ignore Wen Yan, and after Wen Yan called out "wife" countless times, Song Min took out his earbuds and put them on, scrolling through Weibo while listening to music.

  Wen Yan could only drive silently, his temples throbbing with pain. Had he angered the little girl again? Alas, it was a case of self-inflicted suffering, if only he hadn't teased her earlier.

  Song Min saw Wen Yan's Weibo post from over 10 minutes ago: What to do if you're disliked by your wife [sadness][sadness][sadness][sadness]

  The comments section was thoroughly occupied by Song Min's fans.

  Sha Ge Zi: Doctor Wen can just use force, Song Song will listen.

  Super Super Mario: Pat head, Dr. Wen don't cry, hang up Song Song and beat him up.

  Monster Girl Max: Don't listen, just beat her up and it's fine. Dr. Wen, don't be polite, we won't mind!

  Northeast Xiao Pangzi: This lesson has taught Song Song a lesson, you guys don't even write out your story! Dr. Wen we support you!!

  ……

  Song Min's forehead had several black lines drawn on it, and his face was darkened by more than half. Are these really fans? How can they look so fake...

  Song Min glared at Wen Yan with indignation.

  "What's wrong?" Receiving Song Min's furious gaze, Wen Yan glanced at Song Min briefly.

  Song Min crazily rushed over to Wen Yan and shouted: "What's wrong with you posting Weibo like that!!!!!!!!!!"

  Song Min let out a roar and then silently looked out of the window, no longer saying a word to Wen Yan.

  Until all the dishes were served, Song Min still didn't plan on paying attention to Wen Yan.

  Wen Yan supported his forehead with one hand, his long fingers tapping his temples, and he had a feeling of "moving stones to hit his own feet". He couldn't help but snort out loud, "Really angry?"

  Song Min raised her eyes and gazed at him quietly.

  "Honey, I was wrong."

  "Shut up!"

  "Alright, alright, I'll shut up." Wen Yan raised the white flag and surrendered, peeling a shrimp for Song Min and putting it on her plate.

  "Hmm." Song Min wrinkled his nose, still visibly dissatisfied. He picked up a shrimp and slowly chewed on it, not saying a word to Wen Yan.

  He kept peeling shrimp for Song Min non-stop, and only stopped when the plate was full. He wiped his hands and said, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

  The voice is full of grievances.

  Is this flirting? A big man flirting? Has something gone wrong? Using such a nice voice to flirt? Shouldn't you be treasuring it instead of wasting it like this? Song Min held his chopsticks and rubbed his temples, speechless. "Wen Yan, stop talking."

  "You're not angry anymore, so I won't say anything."

  "Fine, fine, I'm not angry." Song Min revealed a smile, but it was just a superficial one. She no longer had the energy to be angry with Wen Yan, she was too exhausted... If Wen Yan continued like this, she would want to abandon him in an instant and spend the rest of her life alone, never finding another boyfriend again.

  "Alas..." Wen Yan sighed, and couldn't help but smile. Since relatives were coming, his temper was indeed violent. He said in a low voice: "Go to the supermarket later and buy more brown sugar."

  Brown sugar?

  Song Min recalled that Wen Yan had bought her a lot of brown sugar before, and her face turned hot as she stared at Wen Yan, did he even remember when her aunt's period came?

  Two people watched a movie in the afternoon and strolled around the supermarket. After dinner, Wen Yan sent Song Min to downstairs.

  "I won't go up then." Wen Yan rubbed Song Min's head and handed him the bag of snacks in his hand.

  "Oh." Song Min took it over and turned around to go in.

  Wen Yan suddenly remembered something and pulled Song Min, "The woman I told you about before, she and her fiancé came to give me a wedding invitation, getting married in December, accompany me?"

  This morning I wanted to tell Song Min about this matter, but as a result of being interrupted, I completely forgot, and just remembered now.

  "Oh."

  Song Min's face was still pale, and Wen Yan suddenly started to get a headache again. He pulled Song Min back, took the bag from her hand, "Still angry?"

  "Ah? No..." Song Min shook his head slowly, his eyes dazed and unfocused.

  "Fever?" Wen Yan furrowed his brow, reached out to feel Song Min's forehead, which felt normal, not hot at all. Wen Yan's eyebrows knitted even tighter, "What's wrong?"

  "My editor is coming to F City next week and asked me to meet up." Song Min pursed his lips, looking a bit embarrassed, "I refused to write our story, the editor might come after me with a knife..."

  Just now when I saw the news of Zizuo's return, Song Min almost threw away her mobile phone, and it turned out that what she said about coming to find Song Min was true.

  "Is there anyone else you're afraid of?" Wen Yan chuckled and took Song Min's hand, "I'll still send you up."

  "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I feel sorry for her." Song Min was really grateful to Zǐzǐ Yuèguī. When she signed the contract, she had just entered university and didn't understand anything. Zǐzǐ Yuèguī helped her a lot. Moreover, Song Min is too casual, writing stories not for money, nor as a profession, but just as a hobby. She always writes casually, compared to other contracted authors, Song Min's output is really very low, sometimes she can't even write one short story in a month. For this, Zǐzǐ Yuèguī never complained to Song Min, and Song Min was truly grateful to her.

  But being grateful and making her work hard are two completely unrelated things.

  At least Song Min thinks so, and his son knows he might want to hit someone haha.

  "Our story..." Wen Yan thought for a moment in the elevator and nodded, "It can be written."

  Song Min glanced at Wen Yan with disdain, "I don't want to write it, do you want to share all your emotional life with others? You're not a star, it's going to be very stressful, okay?"

  "Alright, alright, I won't write it." Wen Yan could only smooth out Song Min's temper, after all, a relative with a bad temper was not to be trifled with.

  Song Min forgot to set his alarm clock on the day he was supposed to meet He Zhi's son, and when he opened his eyes, it was almost 10 o'clock.

  It was around 10:30, Song Min hastily washed and changed his clothes, without even having time to comb his hair, and took a taxi straight to the agreed location.

  It's just past 10 and not rush hour yet, so the roads in the city are still pretty clear.

  Song Min was still a few minutes late, she rushed into the agreed cafe, suddenly realizing that she had never met Ziyu before, how could she know where she was... Song Min took out her phone to call Ziyu.

  "Song Song." Someone called out to Song Min, with a soft and sweet voice.

  Song Min looked around and saw a sweet-looking girl sitting by the window, waving at her to come over. Along with a "click" sound, like the shutter of a camera, Song Min looked around but didn't see anyone taking pictures, maybe she just misheard it.

  "Song Song." The girl by the window called out again.

  Where is the son going back to?

  Song Min couldn't help but stare as Zǐzǐ Yuèguī walked by, this was too young, she had thought that Zǐzǐ Yuèguī was over 30 years old, didn't expect her to be around the same age as Liang Yi.

  "I'm really sorry, I'm late." Song Min apologized with a smile.

  "It's okay, we just arrived too, sit down quickly, I've ordered hot milk for you."

  "Thank you, sister." Song Min's son sat down in front of him, looking a bit awkward and embarrassed, after all, they had always been in contact through the internet and phone, and it was still very unnatural to meet in reality.

  She smiled at Song Min, this girl's eyebrows and eyes she really liked, light and comfortable to look at. She narrowed her eyes, "My name is Yu Luo, the remaining Yu, Luoyang's Luo, just call me Sister Luo."

  "Uh-huh." Song Min nodded, "I'm Song Min, Wen Min."

  "Ah, I knew it." Yu Luo supported his cheek with one hand and stared at Song Min, sighing, "Tsk, wasn't he very confident when he rejected me that day? Now he's like a little wife?"

  Song Min: "......"

  Song Min felt deeply that he had been deceived by Yu Luo's sweet appearance, and the atmosphere was very subtle for a while.

  A "crack" sound broke out, breaking the subtle atmosphere between the two people. Song Min and Yu Luo looked over at the same time.

  A boy wearing sportswear held a camera and snapped several photos of Song Min, "click click click".

  Song Min slightly furrowed his brow, this boy was slender in build and looked great in sportswear, very few people could make sportswear look that good, but no matter how handsome he was, it was still impolite to take a photo without asking for someone else's opinion.

  "Fang Zhuo, stop taking pictures and come over quickly." Yu Luo called out to the boy, her tone very familiar.

  So this is recognition? Song Min still felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

  "Song Song, let me introduce you to our magazine's photographer, Fang Zhuo." Yu Luo stood up and let Fang Zhuo sit inside, then introduced Song Min to him: "This is Song Song."

  "Is that the little author who always delays submission until the last minute and has a particularly low output?" Fang Zhuo fiddled with his camera, seemingly reviewing the effect of the photos he had just taken, fully focused, and spoke without thinking.

  Song Min-ji was the youngest when she signed up back then...

  The air suddenly became quiet.

  Song Min's mouth twitched, and he gave Fang Zhuo a faint glance. Although what you said is true, do you have to say it so bluntly in front of the person involved? Young man, being so straightforward will make it hard for you to find a girlfriend!!!!!

  "What nonsense!" Yu Luo slapped Fang Zhuo's head with a loud slap, the gesture was exactly the same as Song Mama hitting Song Min and Song Hai. Song Min's eyelids twitched, feeling inexplicably heartbroken for Fang Zhuo.