Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

Su Yihuan couldn't wait any longer. Shi Mosheng's family members are people who can only be seen in books, magazines, and TV. Now they are sitting around her and chatting about family affairs. It's hard for her not to be nervous at all.
The main reason is because she is a counterfeit, not a real girlfriend, but receiving such warm treatment, she feels like a hateful liar, and her conscience is disturbed.
She and Shi Mosheng walked out of the house and came to the back garden.
The garden is still barren, but there is a greenhouse, which is warm and cozy, and some flowers of various colors have been planted, the most being Phalaenopsis.
The wing-shaped leaves are arranged in a bunch and hang down, and the stepped flower stand is arranged from high to low to form a flower wall.
It turned out that the flower arrangements in the villa were all supplied from here.
Su Yihuan remembered that in the movie "The Great Gatsby", Gatsby prepared a room full of white phalaenopsis to welcome Daisy.
She held up a flower, with trembling light pink petals, like a butterfly temporarily parked on a flower stem, ready to fly away at any time.
"Nervous?" he asked.
"nervous……"
She said honestly: "I am most afraid of being asked how we dated, who confessed to whom first, I can't make it up."
"Haven't we dated?"
Shi Mosheng leaned down slightly, and approached her: "Dining, watching movies, skiing, aren't these dates?"
Do those... count... dates?
Su Yihuan was confused.
Shi Mosheng stood up straight again: "As for the confession, of course I have to confess first."
Su Yihuan felt that there seemed to be some unknown changes in the surrounding air, and the Phalaenopsis around her seemed to be alive, but they were throbbing in her stomach.
Butterflies in my stomach...
She was nervous, feeling that he would say something at any time and make her world turbulent.
In her perception, time stood still at this moment.
This stagnation was broken within a few seconds.
"dinner's ready."
It was the voice of the cooking aunt.
In a word, time continues to pass.
Shi Mosheng didn't say anything, just looked at her.
Aunt called again.
Su Yihuan cleared her throat: "Okay, let's go back."
At the dinner table, Gu Changan served Su Yihuan dishes with chopsticks. Su Yihuan clearly remembered that Gu Yiyi said that when she was a child, Shi Mosheng beat the back of her hands with chopsticks when she couldn't finish eating. This is probably the Lu family's family rule.
So he gave her as much as she could eat, Lu Yanzhi thought she had a good appetite, so he asked his aunt to serve her another bowl of crab porridge.
But Su Yihuan couldn't eat anymore, looking at the porridge bowl, she was in a dilemma, only to hear Shi Mosheng next to her say: "This is my favorite, give it to me."
Mo Sheng's head twitched when Lu Yanzhi looked at her before she finished speaking: "Have you never eaten? What are you grabbing?"
This time, it was really a generational experience, Su Yihuan sneaked a grateful glance at Shi Mosheng, and stepped forward to exonerate him.
She stretched out her hand to take the porridge bowl and put it in front of Shi Mosheng, her tone seemed helpless: "Here you are."
The look of a pair of children made Lu Yanzhi look better, so he just said calmly: "Xiao Su, don't spoil him by just being patient."
Su Yihuan realized that when Shi Mosheng was young, she was definitely not as prudent as she is now, and must have been an extremely naughty child. From Lu Yanzhi's attitude towards him, it can be seen that she is used to strict discipline.
After the meal, she secretly asked Shi Mosheng: "Were you very naughty when you were young?"
"What did my mother tell you?" he asked.
Su Yihuan raised her eyebrows: "Don't tell yourself? I said that your father has always treated you like a brat, so it turns out that you still have two faces, Mr. Dean?"
As she spoke, her hands restlessly wanted to tug at his cheek.
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to really do it.
They were going upstairs to see Shi Mosheng's bedroom.
He walked upstairs with his hands in his pockets, with a long back, looking back at her upturned face: "My mother will definitely tell you about the embarrassing things I did when I was young."
Suddenly he stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "Block your ears and don't listen."
Just now he wanted to pinch Shi Mo Sheng's face, but now his cheek was pinched.
Is this also considered a tacit understanding?Su Yihuan was thinking wildly.
At the end of the second floor, Shi Mosheng stopped, opened a door, and tilted her head inside: "Welcome to visit my room."
With strong curiosity, Su Yihuan walked into Shi Mosheng's bedroom.
In fact, I have seen him in the hospital's lounge before, which is also a living place, but after all, it is a temporary residence, which is different from the real bedroom.
The bedroom represents a kind of privacy, which will arouse people's curiosity and infinite reverie.
The first thing that catches the eye is the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
The window of Shi Mosheng's room is semi-curved, directly facing the landscape lake outside, with a very large area and first-class lighting.
Like a tourist, Su Yihuan stepped lightly on the soft carpet.
On the left is the bed, which is really big, roughly enough to sleep four or five people, when the image of Mo Sheng's nightgown suddenly flashed in her mind, she quickly turned her eyes away, deliberately turned a blind eye to the bed, looked directly to the right, and was surrounded by a huge bookshelf attracts attention.
"Wow!"
Su Yihuan couldn't help sighing.
The room is raised high, and the bookshelves are from the ceiling to the floor. If you want to see the top floor, you have to lift your neck.
She touched the spines of the books one by one. This one was full of European writers, and the other was full of philosophy books. The original and translated versions of various works were placed side by side.
The bronzing handwriting has a rough texture to the touch. Most of the books are half-old with traces of time, and some old books have been specially repaired.
Wilde, Samuel Beckett, Marc Aurelius...
Su Yihuan strolled from one end of the bookshelf to the other, like a customer buying books in a bookstore.
Suddenly she raised her head, looked up, pointed to the corner on the top floor and asked, "What are those books?"
"Photo album." Shi Mosheng replied.
"Photo album? Can I take a look?"
Su Yihuan was suddenly excited, her eyes sparkled, Shi Mosheng felt that if she rejected her, turning the sparkle in her eyes into disappointment would be a crime, so she nodded.
Su Yihuan climbed up the small ladder in two steps, pulled out one of the books, sat down on the top step of the ladder, put the photo album on her lap, and opened it.
This is not the first photo album, because the boy in it is obviously several years old, with a round face, unlike the sharp-edged bones at this time, his mouth is smiling, his eyes are as black as grapes, and he is smiling sweetly. So cute, it makes me want to hug her.
"I didn't expect you to be so sweet, Dean, when you were a child."
Su Yihuan said, self-righteous praise.
Then the person who was praised was obviously very dissatisfied with her adjective, and frowned at her: "Sweet?"
"Ugh, handsome!"
Seeing that the flattery was unsuccessful, Su Yihuan hurriedly changed her words.
Shi Mosheng was noncommittal, Su Yihuan lowered her head and stretched out her hand to turn to the next page. This one showed two boys, and the other one was taller than Shi Mosheng.