Reborn with his cute dad to pick up trash at sea

"Siyuan, where are you now?"

"Still in the company. What about you? Have you signed Will's order?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you and give you a surprise!"

What a big surprise!

After four years of college and only two years since graduation, the seven-year itch has not even arrived. Song Siyuan is no longer the boy who would blush when holding hands.

Xiao Di stared expressionlessly at the man and woman on the screen who were hugging each other and exercising again. Perhaps she had a premonition in her heart, so she was not at all moved when she saw this scene.

Xiao Di just thought calmly as if he was watching the news, this posture was indeed a bit difficult.

But it’s normal, Xiao Ya is a dancer after all.

Look, the neck is stretched like a goose's neck, and the long thighs are crossed in eighteen bends, but he doesn't feel tired at all.

She pondered it secretly in her heart, and finally became a little impatient. After all, she still had to go in and pack her things.

“Crack.”

The sound of the door opening did not interrupt the passionate entanglement of the two people in the room.

“Pah.”

Xiao Di clapped his hands gently, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

"Hmm... the visual effect is quite nice." There was a hint of teasing and mockery in her tone.

"Ah..." Suddenly, Xiao Ya screamed, and in panic, she grabbed the bed sheet to cover her face.

"Didi! Why are you back?"

Song Siyuan's face turned pale in an instant. He jumped off the bed in panic, but immediately felt a chill all over his body.

Oops!

It turned out that the bed sheet had been pulled away by Xiao Ya, and now he couldn't even find a piece of clothing to cover his body.

He hurriedly picked up the pants on the ground and tried to put them on, but because he was too nervous, his fingers began to tremble slightly and he couldn't even button his pants.

Xiao Di looked quietly at the man in front of him. Looking at his trembling hands and miserable appearance, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

She sighed softly, then turned and walked out the door.

When she reached the door, she did not forget to look back and gently closed the bedroom door, as if she wanted to leave Song Siyuan the last bit of dignity and space.

Standing in the living room, she looked around. They had visited several real estate agencies before choosing this house.

The facilities and security are in place, and the educational environment is very good. From kindergarten to high school, it is one of the best school districts in the city.

The furniture in the house, from large items like refrigerators and televisions to small items like tea cups, were all selected by the two of them hand in hand.

One of the walls is covered with various photos of her, which seem to tell every important moment in her life.

There are the young pictures he secretly took during her school days, when she was innocent and cute;

And the way she is focused and serious at work shows her professionalism and charm;

Of course, there are also the happy moments captured when traveling together. Those scenery and smiles have become eternal memories.

In the middle of the wall full of photos, a blank space was deliberately left, which was originally intended to be used to place their wedding photos.

Once, he hugged her tightly from behind and whispered softly: "This wall will witness the beauty of our lifetime."

However, it is regrettable that now he is doing things behind this wall that are destroying their happiness.

Recalling the past, she couldn't help but sigh: "Our life together is really too short."

As for the long-awaited wedding photo, when was it taken?

Oh, by the way, the appointment is tomorrow.

It’s a pity that I can never wait for that moment and I will never be able to realize this wish in this lifetime.

She pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, lowered her eyes, covering her sore eyes, but she still couldn't remain completely indifferent.

"Didi..."

Song Siyuan stood at the bedroom door at a loss.

His eyes were panicked and his lips were trembling: "She and I are not what you think!"

At this moment, regret, anxiety and guilt surged in his heart.

"elder sister."

Xiao Ya trotted out from behind Song Siyuan, her clothes wrinkled into a ball, revealing the bright red mark on her collarbone.

Her eyes were filled with tears, as if they would fall at any moment.

"Sister, please don't blame Brother Siyuan. This is all my fault."

Xiao Ya's trembling voice was filled with endless grievance and self-blame.

After she finished speaking, her tears rolled down her cheeks like a flood that broke through a dam, making people feel pity for her.

Her delicate face was as beautiful as a pear blossom in the rain, and her body was shaking slightly, as if she might fall down at any time.

"Brother Siyuan drank too much last night, and I just sent him home. Who knew he would recognize the wrong person... That's why this happened. Please forgive us, sister!"

Xiao Ya's explanation made people feel both distressed and helpless.

Her eyes were full of sincerity and regret, as if she really felt that she had made an unforgivable mistake.

Xiao Ya bit her lips and clutched her thin clothes tightly with both hands, but this could not hide the shocking red marks on her thighs.

These red marks were like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow, decadent and dazzling, which attracted Song Siyuan's eyes involuntarily.

Song Siyuan's eyes became hot and deep, as if he could see the intense scene of last night through those red marks.

His heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and Song Siyuan could no longer control his emotions. He put his arms around her slender waist and held her tightly in his arms.

He said softly: "Xiaoya, this is not your fault. Everything is my responsibility."

His eyes were filled with endless pity and self-blame, and his voice was low and firm.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Xiao Di who was standing beside him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"Didi, this is all because of my inability to control myself. It has nothing to do with Xiaoya. Please don't blame her."

After saying that, he patted Xiaoya's back gently, as if wanting to give her more comfort.

"Brother Siyuan..."

Xiao Ya's voice sounded in his ears, with a little sob.

At this moment, she is like a delicate flower that needs careful care to bloom with the most beautiful brilliance.

She buried her head deeply in his chest, a barely perceptible smile creeping up the corners of her mouth.

"Xiao Di, from childhood to adulthood, what can you ever get from me?"

There was a hint of sarcasm and confidence on Xiao Ya's face.