I relish it as if it were sweet jujubes

  Because he got up early, Song Min was so sleepy in the afternoon that his eyes couldn't open, sitting in Wen Yan's car and dozing off, his head nodded slightly, if not for the seatbelt, he would have fallen onto the windshield.

  Wen Yan drove the car, catching a glimpse of Song Min's nodding head out of the corner of his eye. He silently let out a sigh in his heart and stretched out one hand to pinch Song Min's chin, using a bit of force, "Wake up."

  Song Min slowly opened his eyes, very impatiently pulled down Wen Yan's hand, and leaned his head against the car seat, his eyelids slowly closing.

  What a little ancestor.

  Shaking his head helplessly, he found a less crowded section of road and pulled over.

  "Hey, why did we stop?" Song Hao suddenly raised his head from his mobile game, then saw Wen Yan open the car door, walk around to his sister's side, gently open the door, undo her seatbelt, and prepare to carry her in a princess hold.

  Hongguo's show of affection!

  Song Hao just wanted to put on a smiling face, it was really infuriating. He had only woken up his sister in the morning, and these two people were against him all day, their noses weren't noses and their eyes weren't eyes... He woke up his sister in the morning just to spend more time with her, didn't he?

  Song Min woke up when Wen Yan was about to pick her up and hummed: "What are you doing?"

  "Go sleep at the back." Wen Yan said, bending down to pick up Song Min.

  "No need, let me go." Song Min pushed Wen Yan away with great resistance.

  She slowly let go of him, holding onto the car door, her eyes fixed on Song Min with a hint of a smile.

  Song Min's body was extremely weak, he leaned against the car door, barely standing upright, his head dizzy and heavy.

  "Slow down." Wen Yan supported Song Min's arm and opened the rear car door for her.

  It's simply unbearable... Song Hao sighed, lamenting the decline of morality in this world. The way they show off their love is so cruel and inhumane, it's heartbreaking. Alas, that Wang Yihan...

  Song Hao shifted slightly towards Song Min and generously offered his shoulder to him, "Here, lend it to you."

  Song Min let out a yawn and gave Bai Songhao a glance, "You still have some conscience."

  "I've always been very conscientious, okay?!" Song Hao said discontentedly, pouting his mouth. "Who's like you, not coming home for so long, just knowing to call and text dad and mom, have you ever thought of me?"

  "You didn't even send me a message."

  "Who knows if you're busy or not!!!!!"

  "Shut up, shut up." Song Min impatiently stretched out his hand to cover Song Hao's mouth, that loud voice had made her ears ring.

  "What's wrong with your hand?" Song Hao only then discovered that Song Min's hand was still wrapped in gauze, his eyes narrowing as he grasped Song Min's hand.

  "It's nothing." Song Min pulled his hand back, "I just accidentally scalded it a bit."

  Song Hao felt a pang of sympathy and started muttering, "Can't you be more careful? You're so big now and still get scalded, how can you be so careless?"

  "Shut up!" Song Min covered his ears and didn't want to listen to Song Hao's chatter, which was more annoying than their mother.

  Song Hao rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze out the window, feeling a bit suffocated in his heart. He was indeed a worrisome person, but his sister didn't appreciate it at all...

  At night, after dinner at Song Qinghe's home, Wen Yan took Song Hao back, after all, it was a Sunday and he had to make up for lessons.

  Song Min sent two people downstairs, still sleepy, constantly yawning, and complained to Wen Yan, "Song Hao is sick, waking me up early in the morning, just watching a movie and eating a meal."

  "You just found out?" Wen Yan pinched Song Min's hand tightly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

  Song Hao walked ahead, clearly hearing the conversation between the two people. These two are really something, speaking ill of others without knowing to be discreet, and they're doing it so openly in front of him. The two of them aren't even embarrassed at all. It's really "if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog". His sister's face is getting thicker and thicker, more and more like Wen Yin's brother... If they have kids in the future, their face... The scene is too beautiful, Song Hao doesn't dare to imagine it.

  Still two or three steps away from the car, Wen Yan unlocked the car lock, and Song Hao quickly opened the door and got into the car.

  "Didn't I say don't send me off? Yet you still insist on coming down." Wen Yan tucked the hair behind Song Min's ear, her eyes full of smile.

  "Don't always smile." Song Min was a bit embarrassed, as soon as Wen Yan saw her, she would always smile, and the smile in her eyes would flow like a treasure trove of jewels. The smile in her voice was like a spring pool being stirred up by someone for no reason, carrying a hint of heart palpitations, making people listen and become infatuated.

  Song Min curled his lips and said with a tone of disdain: "Looks really stupid."

  "It doesn't matter if I'm a bit foolish now that I have a wife." Wen Yan pulled Song Min's hand, chuckling softly.

  "You're getting more and more shameless." Song Min turned her face to one side, not wanting to look at Wen Yan. She still preferred the reserved version of Wen Yan.

  "Kind words are wasted on you," she said with a scowl. "What's my face worth to you? It's worthless."

  "Are you still unhappy?" Song Min turned his face back to look at Wen Yan, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze full of threat.

  "Who dares, who dares." Wen Yan smiled, her eyes very serious, her thin lips lightly opening: "I am willing as if it were sweet nectar."

  Song Min hummed and couldn't help but burst out laughing in his eyes, his gaze darting back and forth, "Who did you learn to be so glib from?"

  "This is my true self." Wen Yan squeezed his eyes and had a profound and mysterious expression.

  Song Min's face suddenly turned black, this kind of exaggerated and frivolous expression really didn't suit Wen Yan...

  "Promise me," Song Min said with a serious face, holding Wen Yan's face in his hands, "be your ascetic male god again."

  "No." Wen Yan's refusal was crisp and decisive as he pinched Song Min's cheek, "Total abstinence will lead to problems, I'm a doctor, I know."

  Song Min was speechless, and Wen Yan said you are an ophthalmologist... Is it really okay to say that?

  "It's cold outside, hurry back." Wen Yan let go of Song Min, with a hint of concern, and asked, "Are you afraid to go upstairs alone? Do you want me to send you back?"

  Warm words sparkled in his eyes like tiny stars, as if as soon as Song Min nodded, he could immediately pull Song Min back into the building.

  "It's okay, I can handle it."

  "Really..."

  "Wen Yan, ge, jie, can you two not be so sticky and inseparable? If your love is meant to last, it shouldn't just be for a day or two!! Can you please not be so mushy as if you'll never see each other again? Have you considered the feelings of this single dog?! Song Hao couldn't bear it anymore and stuck his head out of the car window to protest against Wen Yan and Song Min's inhumane treatment of him."

  What's gotten into you?

  Song Min squinted his eyes and asked Wen Yan with his gaze.

  Wen Yan shook his head.

  "Alas, I'm leaving." Wen Yan sighed and shook his head. Song Hao had completely forgotten the role of a divine assistant and was now making Wen Yan want to strangle him every minute. Song Hao was now a huge, gigantic mood killer, like an incandescent bulb that would burn people if it shone for too long.

  "Alright, let's go." Song Min waved goodbye to Wen Yan as she drove away, and stood in the lobby for a while. She felt that the temperature was indeed a bit low, and her arms had gotten a bit chilly. Song Min wrapped her clothes tightly around her and thought that her second brother should be returning home soon after meeting with Liang Yijie. She needed to get an update on the situation, so she turned around and headed back into the building.

  Song Min

  Song Min had just walked to the entrance of the building when someone called out to her from behind. Song Min turned around.

  Yan Song rushed up from behind, carrying a large bag in his hand, emitting a faint fragrance.

  "Hmm... Song Min remained expressionless, carefully sniffing twice. It should be barbecue... As soon as he smelled the aroma, Song Min felt hungry again..."

  "Why didn't Da Ning send you back?" Song Min found it a bit strange that Yan Song had walked back by herself.

  Yan Song coughed and said, "I had him drop me off at the door, after all, Da Ning needs some time to date his girlfriend."

  Song Min looked at Yan Song with sympathy.

  "What's with the look?" Yan Song tapped Song Min on the head.

  Song Min rubbed his temples, and he could clearly feel that the awkwardness between him and Yan Song had decreased a lot, but he didn't know why.

  "I bought some barbecue, want to go to my sister's place and have some?" Yan Song raised the bag in his hand and shook it.

  The aroma of barbecue is even more pronounced.

  Song Min swallowed silently, although she was really hungry and wanted to eat very much, but that little bit of self-restraint still existed, "No need, I have to go back, Second Brother..."

  "Your second brother... is at my sister's place." Yan Song couldn't help but smile, earlier when he was on the phone, his sister was arguing with Song Qinghe while answering the call. Two people who usually looked so mature, once together they were like little kids, quarreling nonstop, it was really headache-inducing... And then there was Song Min, obviously wanting to eat, but having to endure...