she caused the gods to fall

What, what?

marry?

……

pat.

The chopsticks fell into the boiling hot pot and cooked.

Song Qingyan handed her a tissue: "Don't be nervous, listen to me."

"You said."

"I need you to agree to marry me for two years, and that's what I need you to repay me."

It's like she asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend, except that what he wanted was a wife, and she had to get a certificate and live together.

His reason was that originally, he had no intention of starting a family, but when he reached the marriageable age, the Song family had been arranging blind dates for him, and the number of times was too high, and he was already bored.

But compared to her pretending boyfriend, Song Qingyan is in more trouble.

After all, in the past few months, Shen Daiyi didn't need him to show up more than five fingers.

"Don't worry, except that you may need to meet my family and live under the same roof with me at the beginning, the rest will not be any different from your usual lifestyle." Song Qingyan said.

"It's fine if you don't want to go on a blind date and refuse. Does it have to be solved in this way?"

"My family is more difficult."

"Is that so..."

Shen Daiyi only met Song Zhiqian's mother, and didn't know much about the Song family, but if it wasn't difficult, he wouldn't want to deal with them in this way.

Two years, whether it is long or short, is definitely not good for Shen Daiyi.

Once this year is over, she will be 26 years old. If she and Song Qingyan agree to marry for two years, she will be 28 years old before she can get divorced and regain her freedom.

Although, given her two years, the probability of Shen Daiyi finding Mr. Right is very slim.

"Think about it, when we divorce, we will be married again." Shen Daiyi tried to persuade him to give up this idea.

"It will indeed damage your reputation, so I will make it up to you."

Shen Daiyi licked her lips: "I'm sorry, you are too sudden, I have to go back and think about it."

Song Qingyan asked: "How long do you want?"

Shen Daiyi: "One, one week."

Delay it as long as you can.

Song Qingyan didn't bargain with her, and tolerantly gave her a week to go back and think about it, and asked, "When do you want to take me back to see your grandma?"

"This Saturday."

After Shen Daiyi went back, Song Qingyan kept talking about marrying him in her mind.

She told Gu Jiazhi about it.

Gu Jiazhi: "!!! Marrying him is equivalent to entering a wolf's den."

Gu Jiazhi: "However, the advantage is that you can sleep until Song Qingyan. After sleeping for two years, you can still share his assets after leaving. It's not a loss, Dai Dai."

Sleeping with Song Qingyan?

Shen Daiyi: "We just agreed to get married, what do you think?"

Gu Jiazhi: "Then you add one more, you need to fulfill your husband and wife obligations and take care of your wife's physical and mental health."

Shen Daiyi: "..."

Before I knew it, three days passed, and it was Saturday in the blink of an eye.

To go back to Anding on Saturday, Song Qingyan came to Huatang Mansion to pick up Shen Daiyi early in the morning.

The car stopped at the door, and soon, Shen Daiyi got out with a suitcase, wearing a hat, scarf, and boots.

She is afraid of the cold, so she likes to wrap herself tightly in winter.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Wanshu came out and warned: "Qing Yan, don't drive too fast on the road, pay attention to safety."

Song Qingyan nodded: "Auntie, I will visit you and uncle another day."

The car left a lot of exhaust gas, and Song Qingyan followed Shen Daiyi back to Anding.

The two elders don't live in the city center, but in the stable countryside.

It took about three hours to reach the destination.

The house in front of me was also big, three stories high, and it had been renovated a few years ago. A lot of things were planted in the yard in front of the door, and chickens and ducks were also raised.

The sun is shining brightly in winter, and at a glance, it looks like a paradise.

Grandpa heard the sound of cars at the door and came out to greet him.

Shen Daiyi called grandpa sweetly.

Song Qingyan took the luggage out of the car and called out to grandpa.

Grandpa smiled and said, "Come in, it's cold outside."

Grandma was sitting in a rocking chair in the house, and there was a stove next to it.

When she heard the movement, she opened her eyes in a daze: "Old man, who's here?"

Grandpa replied: "Your precious granddaughter brought your future grandson-in-law back to see you."

Grandma regained her spirits immediately, seeing Song Qingyan who was following Shen Daiyi, one handsome, the other bright, so well-matched, she couldn't help smiling.

Shen Daiyi walked up and gently hugged the skinny old man in the recliner: "Grandma, I miss you so much~"

Grandma laughed until the corners of her eyes deepened, and raised her hand kindly to touch Shen Daiyi's head.

Afterwards, grandma enthusiastically said, "Qing Yan, sit down quickly, it's been hard driving."

Song Qingyan replied: "It's not hard."

Usually only the grandparents are in the house in the countryside, and the uncle comes back two or three times a week.

"It's just noon. You can have lunch. I'll go to the kitchen to cook two dishes."

Shen Daiyi: "Grandpa, let me do it."

Grandpa was very disgusted: "The food you cook is terrible."

Shen Daiyi blushed involuntarily, her cooking skills were indeed not very good.

Song Qingyan smiled and stood up, "Grandpa, let me help."

"can you cook?"

"When I was studying abroad, I used to do it myself when I got tired of eating Western food."

Grandpa stroked his beard: "Then come and help me."

After having lunch, Shen Daiyi took Song Qingyan up to the third floor to put her luggage.

The room Song Qingyan lives in now is Shen An's, which is next door to her.

In Shen An's room, a quilt was placed on top.

Shen Daiyi stood on tiptoe, trying to take out the quilt and pillow from the cabinet.

It's just that the hands are not long enough.

Song Qingyan stood behind her, put his hands over his head, and took it down.

"Let me help you make the bed." Shen Daiyi said.

"no need."

Shen Daiyi grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Thank you for coming back with me, Song Qingyan."

"Well, go back to your room and take a nap."

After she lay down, Shen Daiyi had been struggling with the question of whether to agree to his agreement to get married.

If she married Song Qingyan, grandma would be very happy, right?

In the afternoon, when my uncle came back, the room became more lively, the dinner was richer, and there was wine on the table.

Grandpa does drink. He is an alcoholic. When he gets old, he needs to have two drinks every time he eats. Uncle also drinks.

The uncle was flushed from drinking, and put his hand on Song Qingyan's shoulder: "You have a good drinker, come on, have another drink."

Shen Daiyi was watching TV with her grandma, but in the restaurant, her uncle even dragged Song Qingyan to drink.

She was absent-minded.

Grandma said: "If you are worried, go and have a look."

Shen Daiyi went.

Uncle had already drunk and lay down, Song Qingyan's face was flushed, leaning back against the chair, breathing more heavily than usual, and closing his eyes.

Grandpa is clearing the table: "You help him up to rest."

"I helped him up and then came down to help grandpa." Shen Daiyi said.

Shen Daiyi began to help Song Qingyan go upstairs, she was out of breath, and finally put the man on the bed, but she fell down with her, with half of her body on top of the man.

Red lips accidentally stuck to his cheek, kiss, kiss here!