The quick-traveling villain has no way to escape.

Song Tingyun picked up the button and looked around. It wasn't made of any precious stone or jade, it was just an ordinary clothes button.

It feels like plastic when you touch it, and it doesn't look like it's new.

Song Tingyun was sure that the express delivery was from Wen Jianghe, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of Wen Jianghe sending him a button.

There is only a small button in this cross-border express delivery, and there are no letters or anything like that.

Song Tingyun turned over and over, even looking left and right in the packaging bag, but found nothing except buttons.

But no matter what the meaning of this button was, Song Tingyun put it back into the small box as if he had found a treasure, and he threw the other bubble wrap paper boxes into the trash can.

He was busy with work tasks today, and there was no time for him to struggle with some problems that he couldn't figure out the reasons for.

He continued to work, and it wasn't until he drove home from work in the evening, took a shower after dinner, lay in bed, picked up his mobile phone and surfed the Internet that he saw it.

On the account registered by Wen Jianghe, the first post was finally posted in this year.

U're the ONLY: The thing closest to the heart is the third button on the school uniform shirt. I give you my youth and my heart in exchange for your firmness in our love in the future.

Below this post was a picture. Song Tingyun recognized the button in the picture at a glance. It was the one he received by international express today.

In an instant, Song Tingyun understood the meaning of this button.

For Wen Jianghe, expensive gifts have no meaning. Song Tingyun can also buy luxury goods now. What he can give Song Tingyun is his sincerity.

Song Tingyun did not comment, but just liked it.

Then he clicked on the private message. The private message he sent before was already shown as read, and Song Tingyun sent another sentence.

"I like the gift very much, and I will keep it in your heart."

After posting, Song Tingyun exited the social account.

The button that had been put into the bedside table drawer was taken out by Song Tingyun again.

It was just an ordinary button. The more Song Tingyun looked at it, the more he liked it. He checked his phone and it was still early. Song Tingyun opened the quilt, put on his slippers and ran out of bed.

I went to the cloakroom and took out the shirt I wore most often. I found the scissors and cut off the third button.

Song's father, Song's mother and his wife are still watching TV in the living room. They seem to be playing video games in the family group. Song's mother is chatting enthusiastically with her relatives.

Song Tingyun ran out holding the shirt with the buttons cut off by him.

"Mom, do we have sewing at home?"

"What do you need needlework for?" Hearing this, Song's mother turned back to look at Song Tingyun, "The needlework at home is in the first drawer of the entrance hall. Go look for it."

Song Tingyun ran over and rummaged around. All three of their drawers were opened, but he didn't see any needlework inside.

"No, Mom, where is it?" Song Tingyun couldn't find it, so he turned back to his mother, "Help me find it."

Mother Song was still chatting with her sisters and was unwilling to move: "Why are you looking for needle and thread at night? If you are not in a hurry, just leave it there. I will help you get it after I find it tomorrow."

Song Tingyun didn't want it, he had his own plan. He was going to sew the button that Wen Jianghe sent him to his shirt.

"I'll do it myself, you help me find it."

Song Tingyun made a fuss and asked Mama Song to find it for him quickly. The aunt and aunt on the opposite side were also talking in the video. Mama Song couldn't resist his fuss, so she gave him the phone and turned around to help him find needle and thread.

The video call continued. Looking at the aunt and second aunt in the video, Song Tingyun smiled and said hello.

The questions that elders care about are nothing more than the same thing: how is work? Are you in a relationship? How is your salary?

Faced with these concerns from his elders, Song Tingyun directly ignored them.

No matter how you ask, the job is generally okay, and there is no rush to fall in love. I am too busy at work. I will wait until I meet the right person. The salary is enough for me to make ends meet.

He used this kind of rhetoric every time, and his relatives couldn't get anything out of him and they didn't give up. Song Tingyun really didn't want to deal with it anymore, so he gave Song's father his cell phone.

Song's father didn't like to tell people about the filial piety of some parents. When he got the mobile phone, he rolled his eyes at Song Tingyun like he was holding a hot potato.

Song Tingyun didn't care about Song's father's expression. After the hot potato was thrown out, he ran away immediately.

At this time, Mrs. Song also found a sewing box in the cabinet in the living room.

"I thought it was in the entrance drawer, but I put it here last time." Song's mother walked up to Song Tingyun with a sewing box and asked him, "What do you want to sew? Throw away the clothes if they are torn. It’s getting older and there are still people mending clothes.”

"I'll sew a button. I like this dress very much." Song Tingyun didn't want to tell his family what he was going to do. He took the sewing box and went back to the room.

Song Tingyun didn't know how to sew, so he clumsily sewed the button that Wen Jianghe gave him to his shirt. When selecting the thread, he even picked a red one.

Song Tingyun went out wearing a shirt the next day.

When I went to the company, I was asked how I was wearing my clothes. The buttons were off and the seams were the wrong color, but the buttons were still the same.

Facing the ridicule from his colleagues, Song Tingyun smiled and said nothing.

As soon as he opened the door when he got home in the evening, Song Tingyun discovered that there were many pairs of shoes in the entrance hall of his home.

It was also very noisy in the living room.

When I looked closely, I saw that all six members of my uncle's family, old and young, were here. His two grandsons were like demon kings, leaving the living room a mess.

As soon as Song Tingyun walked in, his uncle and aunt called him warmly.

The cousin and cousin-in-law also looked flattering. Song's mother came out of the kitchen and secretly winked at Song Tingyun. Seeing this, Song Tingyun smiled and went to be polite.

Song Tingyun didn't like his uncle's family very much. They were all people with evil intentions. A few years ago, his cousin had good luck in gambling and won a lot of money. At that time, he was proud and proud in front of his relatives. He looked down on this one and that one, especially Song Tingyun.

There is no point in saying that Song Tingyun has a high degree of education. He is still not as good as his son who has not graduated from junior high school. As a result, within two years, this cousin began to be unlucky. Not only did he lose every bet, but he was also tricked and lost several times. million.

The family has lost all their money, not to mention the house, and now the family has moved back to their hometown.

I am afraid that if I come here today, I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

Song Tingyun could not be said to hold a grudge, but he would always remember the faces of the family at that time, and his attitude was not considered affectionate.

And this family really came with a purpose.