she caused the gods to fall

Mrs?

The beauty froze.

It seems that the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Song Qingyan used her to block the peach blossoms!

Shen Daiyi watched the beauty's expression change colorfully.

In the end, the beauty took Teddy by the hand and left with a complicated expression on her face.

After the person left, Song Qingyan patted Pang Dun's head: "Take your mother for a run."

Fatty obediently led Shen Daiyi to run.

Shen Daiyi prefers to do indoor health exercises such as yoga, but in winter, she will be more negligent, often fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

This running, the oncoming cold wind made her face ache.

So, she had no choice but to put on her hat to keep out the wind.

Song Qingyan warned again: "Run slower."

Mosaya then slowed down.

After about four and ten minutes of morning exercise, Shen Daiyi sat down on a roadside chair with pink cheeks and panting.

The golden light shone on the leaves, dispelling the early morning chill.

Song Qingyan looked at the time: "Shen Daiyi, you have been sitting for 5 minutes."

5 minutes so soon?

Shen Daiyi didn't want to wake up.

She hasn't exercised for a long time, and her legs are sore.

Song Qingyan reached out to her: "Let's go, let's go back to have breakfast."

Shen Daiyi raised her eyelids, and finally put her hand in Song Qingyan's palm, borrowing her strength, to get ready.

However, when she just stood up, her calves were still sore and weak, and she couldn't stand firmly. She staggered forward and crashed straight into Song Qingyan's arms.

The man's body smells good, with a light and cool fragrance.

Shen Daiyi's lips almost touched his ear.

She didn't forget that when she helped him upstairs to rest when he was drunk, she accidentally rubbed his face and was finally kissed back by him.

Song Qingyan hugged her: "Have you not exercised for a long time?"

"Um……"

Shen Daiyi supported his arm with the other hand to make herself stand upright, and then separated from him.

There is no need to sit in the clinic today, after breakfast, she went back to sleep and went back to sleep.

Days passed, and half a month later, Shen Daiyi had already adapted to life in Jingyuan Villa.

Every household has started to buy new year's goods in the week before the New Year's Eve.

One after another, those migrant workers in Beijing and North also went home for the holidays to celebrate the New Year.

The doctors in the clinic, Shen Daiyi, didn't have any shift system, they were all on holiday, and they were put on the fifth day of the new year. After the fifth day of the new year, they all came back to work to see a doctor.

Shen Daiyi can't go back to Shen's house on New Year's Eve this year, so she can only follow Song Qingyan back to Song's house, and then return to Shen's house on the second day of the new year.

Also, this year is also the first year without grandma.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, the streets were decorated with lights and festoons, there were few vehicles and no traffic jams. Shen Daiyi followed Song Qingyan back to the Song family's old house.

Lanterns were on at the gate of the old house, Spring Festival couplets were posted, and several luxury cars were parked at the gate.

Mr. Song has three sons and one daughter. If Song Qingyan's father is still alive, he will be the second eldest. His aunt is married to the Jingbei Han family and will return on the second day of the new year.

Shen Daiyi went in with Song Qingyan. Except for Mr. Song, Yuanyuan, Song Wenwen, Song Zhiqian and Zhou Jingyan whom she had met before, this was the first time seeing everyone else in the living room.

Shen Daiyi, I'll greet someone familiar first.

The other people I met for the first time were Song Qingyan's uncle, uncle, uncle's wife, two sons and a daughter, and Zhou Jingyan also had a daughter besides Song Zhiqian's own son.

After Song Qingyan finished the introduction, Shen Daiyi continued to greet the elders: "Uncle, Aunt, Uncle."

"Daiyi, right? I finally saw you."

"You and Qingyan are a perfect match."

"Song Qingyan said that he was married at the beginning, but we were taken aback."

"Isn't it..."

In the hall, it was fun.

Shen Daiyi smiled slightly.

Song Qingyan supported the woman's waist, and introduced to the younger siblings: "This is your cousin, Shen Daiyi."

And they shouted one after another: "Hi, sister-in-law!"

They have long wanted to see what the lobby sister-in-law looks like, so they have been looking forward to Song Qingyan bringing her home during the Chinese New Year.

After seeing Shen Daiyi, she was amazed by her beauty at first sight.

Only Song Zhiqian looked uncomfortable when he saw Shen Daiyi.

Everyone else greeted, but Song Zhiqian didn't speak.

Zhou Jingyan pushed him: "Not yet."

Song Zhiqian didn't want to talk to his mother, but Song Qingyan rolled his eyes and patted his head irritably: "Sister-in-law."

"Hmm." Shen Daiyi was actually a little embarrassed, and touched her nose.

"Aunt!" At this moment, Song Yuanyuan came over and hugged her leg.

Shen Daiyi picked him up and said, "Yuanyuan, happy new year."

Yuanyuan smacked Shen Daiyi's face: "Auntie, Happy New Year."

It was the first time for Shen Daiyi to come to the Song family's old house. Before the New Year's Eve dinner started, Song Qingyan took her around the old house.

The old house is usually lived by Mr. Song. After all, the brothers have separated. The old house is three stories high, with a garden and a swimming pool. They only come back to live in the New Year.

The relationship between their relatives in the Song family was very good, there were no intrigues and disputes, and everyone was in harmony.

In fact, one of the things Shen Daiyi cares most about is that she met Song Qingyan in her freshman year of high school, but she didn't know when his parents were away.

In fact, at that time, she didn't know much about Song Qingyan's family, and she never heard him mention the family affairs.

What's more, he is from Jingbei, so why did he go to Pingjiang to study at that time.

Having said that, Shen Daiyi remembered that Song Qingyan's birthday is coming soon.

His birthday is on the eighteenth day of February every year.

And Shen Daiyi's birthday is the same as her mother's, in March, and on March [-]st, every year on her birthday, she has a meal with her family and receives gifts from them.

Shen Daiyi has never forgotten that this day is Song Qingyan's birthday.

Every time it was February before, I would subconsciously think of it.

Then is she going to prepare a gift for him this year as a token of appreciation?

Song Qingyan's room was on the third floor. When he pushed open the heavy wooden door, he pressed the switch on the wall with ease to turn on the light.

The room is very spacious, with a desk, bookcase, sofa, a 1.8-meter bed, and a cloakroom inside.

The room was spotlessly clean and had a faint smell of freshener.

The bed was gray with two pillows at the head of the bed.

Shen Daiyi found that Song Qingyan put the luggage bag she had packed into the cloakroom.

Then, she remembered one thing, that is, if she didn't go back to Jingyuan Villa tonight and stay overnight in the old house, she would share a room and bed with Song Qingyan.

Not sure, just ask.

Shen Daiyi looked at him: "Are we going to sleep together tonight?"

Hearing this, Song Qingyan smiled, "What do you think?"

He has been waiting since he left the house, waiting for Shen Daiyi to react and ask about it.

Shen Daiyi was silent for a few seconds and accepted the reality.

She stared at the 1.8-meter bed: "I can accept one quilt for one person at most."