The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

The day after Song Huiyi came back, Jiang Yao came.

She kept chattering as soon as she arrived. She was like five hundred sparrows hanging around Song Huiyi's ears.

After a while, he said that Song Huiyi didn't call her even though she was engaged, and then said that he missed her very much after not seeing her for four months.

Song Huiyi was shocked to hear this.

Perhaps the house in Su City was too quiet, and the servants and officers didn't like to talk. She suddenly wasn't used to such noise, and couldn't bear it.

However, having Jiang Yao here brings a lot of happiness.

Listening to her talk, the smile on Song Huiyi's face never dropped. He even laughed so hard several times that his stomach hurt from laughing.

As Jiang Yao spoke, she felt an itch under her feet.

She lowered her head, and there was a white hair ball rubbing against her leg.

It's milk.

Yesterday, Shen Yuqing sent her back to Song Mansion, and the milk was left here temporarily.

Shen Yuqing has just returned to Nancheng. The military governor has something to do for him, so he has been busy these days.

"Sister Song, you even have a cat!"

Jiang Yao picked up the milk at her feet in surprise, stroked its fur and asked with a smile, "I like cats so much! Did you raise them in Sioux City?"

Milk is very affectionate and does not struggle when being hugged.

When Jiang Yao touched it, it made a purring sound and kept rubbing its head against her palm.

"Yeah, it's called milk."

"Milk, sounds good."

Jiang Yao said with some regret, "I also want to raise a cat. However, my mother was scratched by a cat when she was a child. She has a shadow of cats, so she has never kept one at home."

Song Huiyi smiled: "When you and Dr. Fu get married, you can raise as many dogs as you want."

Jiang Yao blushed a little.

She said: "He is a piece of wood. It is useless for me to hook up with him every day."

"Why is it useless? I see that every time you talk, his face turns red."

"He blushed and was unmoved."

She pouted and snorted cutely, "I told you the last time I saw you that we hadn't kissed yet. It's been four months and we still haven't kissed!"

Her eyes almost made holes in his lips, but he didn't react at all!

He didn’t even turn his head to the side and pretended not to see it!

Song Huiyi was shocked: "You haven't kissed me yet?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yao didn't know what she thought of, so she came up to her out of curiosity and whispered, "Sister Song, when did you and the young marshal kiss?"

"We..." She hesitated.

Can she say that she was forcibly kissed by Shen Yuqing when she met Shen Yuqing for the first time?

After a brief hesitation, Jiang Yao, a clever little guy, discovered it.

She suddenly realized: "Sister Song, needless to say, you must have kissed just after we met!"

Then he said angrily, "If Dr. Fu had half the initiative of the young marshal, why would he make me so worried and worried?"

Then he asked eagerly, "Sister Song, do you think Dr. Fu doesn't like me?"

"How could it be?" Song Huiyi laughed at her for thinking too much.

Jiang Yao held a different opinion.

She is quirky and seems heartless, but she has her own ideas.

She said: "We are all together, but he still looks like a man and a woman but not close to each other. He is too serious."

She always felt that this shouldn't be like this between men and women.

But she had never been in love, and Song Huiyi had only known people with personalities like Shen Yuqing's, so she couldn't analyze Fu Yuan's thoughts.

She just felt that Fu Yuan liked Jiang Yao.

The two of them got together and thought hard for a long time, but they couldn't figure out the reason.

Song Huiyi couldn't help her with this matter.

Song Mingli is at home today.

Someone gave him a document and he went downstairs to get it.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the two of them sitting on the sofa, their mouths constantly moving, and they looked sad and didn't know what they were talking about.

He came back with the documents and saw that they were still like this, so he walked over curiously.

He asked with concern: "What's going on?"

"Big brother."

"Brother Song!" When Jiang Yao saw Song Mingli, he was full of energy. "I haven't seen Brother Song for a while. I didn't expect you to look much better again. I feel better when I see you!"

Song Mingli touched his face and said with a smile: "Every time I compliment you, I can look good many times a year."

Jiang Yao laughed.

He touched Song Huiyi's head again, "What are you talking about? I see you look depressed. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Song Huiyi glanced at Jiang Yao.

This is her private matter and she cannot talk to others at will.

When Jiang Yao mentioned this matter, she was like a frustrated rooster, lowering her head and sighing.

After just a moment, she immediately raised her head again, and the haze in her eyes was swept away. As if she saw her savior, she hurriedly made room for him and pulled him to sit between the two of them.

Song Mingli was confused.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Jiang Yao said, "Brother Song, you are a man and you deal with girls every day. You must understand men best! I happen to have something here that I need your help to analyze!"

Song Mingli laughed: "Since when have I been dealing with girls every day?"

"You tell me everywhere!" She waved her hands proudly, "It's not important!"

He added, "It's like this. I have a friend. She has been with a man for a long time, but that man has always been lukewarm, has no thoughts about her, and even holds hands only a handful of times.

Please help my friend analyze it from a man's perspective. What does he mean? "

"Do you have... a friend?" Song Mingli asked her.

Jiang Yao's little chicken pecked at the rice: "Yeah!"

Song Mingli swallowed his saliva, the expression on his face was hard to describe.

Song Huiyi snickered beside him.

As her eldest brother, he was very perceptive. When he heard what Jiang Yao said, he knew he was talking about herself.

Now that Jiang Yao didn't want to admit it, he could only go along with what she said.

"you and him……"

As soon as he started, Jiang Yao sensitively interrupted: "My friend!"

"Yes, yes, your friend..." Song Mingli said, "How does your friend usually get along with him?"