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"One thing I forgot to say"

Song Zijian regained consciousness under Yan Ying's sharp eyes, cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Yan Ying reached out to close the medicine bottle, and sat on the chair. The two of them were in the position of negotiating face to face. "Of course it's our marriage contract."

Yan Ying saw Song's mother cooking in the kitchen from the rest of her eyes, and didn't notice the movement in the living room at all, so she looked away and continued: "You and I both know how this marriage contract came about."

"You used me to solve Yan Xin's troubles and parents to urge her to get married, and I also used you to leave that family and gain a foothold in the Song family. We are not the same, and no one can blame the other."

"You like Yan Xin, this is your business, I don't care, but I hope you don't involve me in your relationship"

"Also, don't tell my parents about our false fiancee relationship, for now, I will find a suitable time to have a showdown with them"

"You have to know that I have the initiative in this matter, and you have no right to intervene, but I can guarantee that after three years at the latest, we will dissolve our engagement and give both of us a freedom."

Yan Ying didn't seem to see Song Zijian's expression as if she saw a ghost, she picked up the water glass and took a sip: "Also, you once said that when I was your younger sister, I took it seriously, Dad Song and Mom Song I like it very much, it must be a very happy thing to be their daughter, and I am very happy to be a part of this family.”

"Okay, I've finished what I have to say, do you have anything to add?"

As Yan Ying's words fell, Song Zijian's complexion was about to turn into a five-color palette, and he felt as if he had been stripped away and executed publicly under the scorching sun, embarrassing and guilty. There is nothing to hide.

In fact, when he went to propose marriage that day, he regretted it afterwards, but he was afraid that he would suddenly repent and hurt the girl, so he hesitated all the time.

Feeling restless, he went to drink a lot of wine, and then went home and said the wrong thing. The whole family knew it. When the incident came to an end, he could no longer end it. Song Zijian could only bite the bullet and accept it.

Although he is very nervous, it does not mean that he has no feelings.

Now that he has begun to accept and face up to the fact that he has a fiancée, it is the machismo and reluctance in his heart that make him unable to save his face and ask for peace.

Moreover, facing such a domineering woman like Yan Ying, whose strength is beyond the charts, and who can push him to the ground and beat him up, the pressure on her body is also infinitely magnified. Now when she suddenly heard Yan Ying say this, she suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. The mountain moved away, feeling relieved.

But then thinking that he was rejected by others, Song Zijian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Zijian said weakly, "Then can I raise other objections?"

Yan Ying said in a slightly forceful tone: "No, you are not qualified to discuss negative opinions."

Song Zijian: ...

In the kitchen, Mother Song brought the prepared dishes to the table. From the corner of her eyes, seeing the two people in the living room talking, she couldn't help but smile knowingly: "Zijian, Yingying, go wash your hands and eat."

Yan Ying looked at her favorite braised pork ribs on the table, her eyes lit up, and she went straight to the bathroom, leaving only Song Zijian sitting on the chair. A very strange emotion.

At the dinner table, Song's mother saw that Yan Ying was eating very happily, eating ribs one after another, with a mother's smile on her face and said: "Yingying, eat slowly, your father is going to the city for a meeting today. Come back two days later, this whole plate of ribs is yours, don’t worry.”

Yan Ying is a carnivorous animal, and the braised short ribs made by Song Ma are delicious. While enjoying it, she still doesn't forget the pity that she can only eat it once a week.

Song Zijian used to go out of his way to fight against Yan Ying at the dinner table. She liked to eat that, so she would grab that one. The movement at the dinner table was like a war, but today it was extraordinarily honest and quiet.

Song's mother picked up a chopstick of chili fried meat and put it into her son's bowl, "Zijian, eat well, what's wrong with you today?"

Being so quiet is not like his style, and he wants to make trouble.

"It's nothing." Song Zijian picked up the rice with chopsticks, and almost buried himself in the bowl. After taking two bites, he couldn't help but look up at Yan Ying who was opposite.

The girl has an oval face, fair complexion, curved eyebrows and eyes, and she smiles like a clear spring, people's eyes can't help but linger on her, she is obviously at the age of a flower, but she is less childish and more Calm.

In contrast, Yan Ying who raised her powerful fists when beating someone, Yan Ying who was aggressive just now, and Yan Ying who lowered her head like a little hamster and gnawed on the ribs at the moment, and Yan Ying who acted like a spoiled child in front of her mother, seemed to be on every side. It's all different.

She is truly an amazing and complex woman!

Song Zijian was surprised by his discovery. He obviously hated girls who gnawed bones with both hands in the past. This is obviously a very rude gesture, but when placed on Yan Ying's body, there is a sense of beauty that is free and unrestrained.

Beauty, this is the first time he has had such a feeling. Song Zijian, who came back to his senses, couldn't help but be stunned when he thought of what he had just thought: I am afraid he is not crazy, but he thinks this ugly girl is beautiful.

Yan Ying killed a whole plate of pork ribs, stood up contentedly, and said, "Mom, I'm done eating."

"Well, then go back to your room and do your homework. Dr. Xie said that he will go to the city to observe and study in the afternoon, leaving Xie Hu alone at home to sleep is not at ease, so let her sleep with you at night."

Yan Ying nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

Yan Ying passed by Song Zijian and went back to her room directly. She wanted to pack up some exercises she had done for Xie Hu, and she also had to put away some things she bought from Taobao in the room so as not to be discovered.

Song Zijian stared blankly at Yan Ying passing by, and didn't know what she had rubbed on her body. It was fragrant and smelled very good, and her slender, shiny black hair was braided into a beautiful braid, hanging on her chest, which always attracted him. line of sight.

He also noticed that her upper body was wearing a bright yellow shirt, her chest was already a little girlish, and her lower body was wearing slim jeans, which made her legs look extraordinarily slender. She seemed to be a little taller than when she first came home.

Song Zijian didn't leave the dining table until he was slapped on the back of the head by his mother, and went back to his room with the same hands and feet. He really saw a ghost, why should he pay attention to the appearance of that ugly girl, what she wears has something to do with him? Does it matter?

After the final exam, the first half of the third year of junior high school was over. After saying goodbye to her teachers and classmates, Yan Ying went home with a perfect report card.

It was snowing heavily outside, the north wind was howling, the stove in the house was burning, and the old version of Journey to the West was playing on the TV. When Yan Ying walked into the door, a wave of heat hit her face, she shook off the snowflakes on her body, and went straight to the living room The stove to warm up the fire.

"Dad, Mom made an appointment with me today to go shopping for clothes in a department store. Has she come back?" Yan Ying took off her gloves and touched the slightly hot stove pipe, her stiff hands finally had some warmth.

"You haven't come back yet, just wait." Father Song stared intently at Monkey Sun on the TV, reluctant to move a little.

Song Zijian turned on the stove, and dug out a black object from inside, and carefully wiped off the stains on the outside with a towel.

"Here, freshly baked sweet potatoes." Before Yan Ying could react, a soft and delicious roasted sweet potato was stuffed into her hand.

"Thank you." Yan Ying was surprised for two seconds, peeled off the sweet potato skin, and eagerly took a bite. In the cold winter, in a warm room, sitting by the stove, eating roasted sweet potatoes, how happy it is One thing.

"You're welcome." Song Zijian suddenly didn't dare to meet Yan Ying's gaze. Her eyelashes were so long, and the snow particles on them turned into water droplets and stuck to the eyelashes, blinking like hooks. The female stars on TV are all beautiful.

After Yan Ying finished eating the sweet potatoes, Mama Song came back, no matter how heavy the wind and snow was outside, the two women's desire to shop could not be stopped.

The two happily went out together holding hands, and returned home two hours later with a full load, arm in arm and happy to go home together.

"Yingying, you must try this sweater I bought. The salesperson insisted that the red color looks good. I clearly think that the blue color suits you."

In order to try on clothes, Song's mother filled the living room with the scarves, tops, and pants they bought, and directly drove Song's father to a corner to watch TV.

"Green sweater, red scarf, and cotton trousers, go and try them on, will they look good?" Song's mother likes the young girl's vigorous dress, she looks like a fresh and tender flower, and she is cheap My son is a pile of cow dung.

Yan Ying used to buy her clothes from Taobao, but now she took the clothes that Mother Song had matched, and went back to her room to change. As soon as she came out, she was immediately praised by Mother Song.

"Mom, the blue one is better, it complements your complexion more, and the red one is so earthy, thank you for not listening to the salesperson, or you will regret it to death."

Under Song's mother's command, Yan Ying turned left and right, touched her upper body, looked at her lower body, and was wearing new clothes. After looking at it for a long time, Yan Ying was tired of cooperating. I really admire what Song's mother said in her mouth. There are so many words of praise, and there are no heavy ones.

Song Zijian's eyes fell on Yan Ying's body from time to time. Hearing what they said, he thought to himself: "Your eyes are lame, blue and gray are not as good as red."

There was a knock on the door, Song Zijian opened the door and looked out, pleasantly surprised: "Brother, sister-in-law, niece, you are back!"

Song Zichen took his wife and daughter home, but Song's father and Song's mother were so excited, a group of people blocked the door, and Yan Ying's eyes skipped everyone to a cute little girl.

The girl was originally in the arms of the father, but when the parents talked with the grandparents, they put her on the ground. Her round eyes looked around curiously. There was a beautiful young lady over there, with her short legs dangling, and she ran straight away. past.