After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

The car soon stopped at the gate of the old house, Song Mian withdrew her thoughts, and was dragged over just as she got out of the car and stared desperately for a long time.

"Song Mian? You've grown so much in the blink of an eye, alas, I almost couldn't recognize you. I've only been abroad for three years. Why do you feel that you have changed so much?"

Wearing pajamas, the woman with disheveled hair pulled Song Mian to look left and right, and smiled after confirming his identity.

Song Ziwen——Song Mian's aunt, she is the only one who likes Song Mian in the entire Song family except Song's father and mother.

But she is too enthusiastic about Song Mian, as soon as Song Mian appears, she will surround him the whole time, chatting for an hour without stopping.

Song Mian couldn't stand it, and felt annoying when she came and went, and she didn't want to get close to Song Ziwen, so even if she was sad later, she didn't choose to take the initiative to chat with Song Ziwen.

In the end, when Song Mian went to the extreme, Song Ziwen was distressed and regretted, feeling that he was at fault and hadn't noticed what was wrong with Song Mian earlier.

"Lu Yu? Come, come, let my aunt take a good look at you. Like Song Mian, you are lovable, ouch," Song Ziwen pinched Song Mian's face, and wanted to pinch Lu Yu again, but Lu Yu avoided him. Then he couldn't help muttering: "It's not cute."

Lu Yu's expression was cold, not at all cute.

"Come in, don't stand at the door. By the way, how did you do in today's exam?" Song Ziwen walked forward with Song Mian in his arms.

"That must be very bad." Song Mingxiu came out at some point, and sarcastically sarcastically when he heard Song Ziwen's words.

"Shut up." Song Ziwen glared at him and said with a smile, "I didn't ask you, just stay and don't disturb me and Xiao Mian talking about old times."

Song Mingxiu's eyes were full of displeasure: "Auntie! I've never seen you so happy when I came here. Why are you so happy when he comes? You are biased. I'm going to tell grandma. How can there be such a partial aunt like you."

"Go, go, my mother won't talk to you." Song Ziwen smiled from ear to ear.

Grandma Song gave birth to Song Ziwen late, and Song Mian and his juniors were almost 20 years old, and Song Ziwen was only a few years older than them, only 25 years old this year.

She didn't have many people to talk to in the Song family, most of the time she talked to Song Mian, but unfortunately Song Mian didn't always reply to a single sentence she said, even so Song Ziwen didn't mind.

It's a pity that the original Song Mian couldn't pass his own test, always isolated himself from the people around him, and didn't accept anyone's favor and love.

"The skin is so tender, the more you look at it, the more you like it. Xiao Mian, why don't you live abroad with your aunt?" Song Ziwen fondly touched Song Mian's face, and he couldn't hide the love in his eyes: "Stay with aunt, such aunt A person is not lonely anymore."

Song Mian hesitated.

Compared with staying in the Song family, the status is awkward and subtle, going abroad with Song Ziwen is a good choice.

"As long as you nod your head, aunt will make arrangements for you immediately." Seeing that his expression was obviously playful, Song Ziwen became excited.

Just as Song Mian was about to answer, Lu Yu stopped beside him, looking at him casually.

Although there was no emotion in those eyes, Song Mian could feel that Lu Yu didn't want him and Song Ziwen to go abroad together.

Pulled into the old house by Song Ziwen, and asked again, Song Mian replied: "I'm used to being here."

This is refusal.

Song Ziwen acted like a baby, and really wanted Song Mian to go abroad with him.

No one noticed that the originally stiff fingers of the boy standing at the door relaxed.

The Song family gets together for a reunion dinner every month.

In the living room, everyone was already seated and talking quietly.

Although Grandma Song is over 70 years old, she doesn't have a single gray hair and looks extremely energetic.

She was talking to Song's mother, and she didn't look up at Song Mian when she heard the movement.

She doesn't like Song Mian, everyone present knows that.

"Grandma." Song Mian called out with a smile after she sat down.

Grandma Song's voice paused, thinking she was hallucinating, she turned her head to look at Song Mian.

Ever since she was a child, Song Mian had never greeted her proactively, even her grandma seldom did.

Grandma Song didn't like Song Mian at first because of this reason.

The slightly cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp when looking at people.

When she looked at Song Zihao with this kind of scrutiny, Song Zihao would be a little scared, but Song Mian's expression remained warm and unchanged, allowing her to watch.

After a while, Grandma Song nodded: "Since they're all here, don't just sit around, let's eat."

Lu Yu was sitting closest to her. During the meal, Grandma Song bowed her head and said a few words to Lu Yu. Lu Yu replied with a cold expression. Song Mian didn't understand what she said, but Grandma Song's expression became very ugly.

"I've said everything that needs to be said, and it's fine if you don't want to." Because of her displeasure, her voice became much louder.

Song Mian paused for a while.

"What are you doing? Clamp if you want, what are you doing there in a daze?" Song Mingxiu has been staring at him, looking at Song Mian who can't find Song Mian, and can't tell why his mouth is itchy. up.

"Xiaoxiu, what are you shouting about, be careful not to scare your grandma." Song Zihao reminded, but there was no sense of blame in his tone.

"I saw that Song Mian was not good, so I couldn't help it." Song Mingxiu curled his lips.

Song Mian came back to her senses, smiled apologetically, and got up to pick up some vegetables.

He was far away, unable to reach the dish he wanted to eat, so he could only give up in the end, took a side dish and sat down.

When she lowered her head to eat, Song Mian noticed something was added to the bowl, and when she looked up, she saw the chicken feet that she wanted to eat just now.

Lu Yu was still pinching him, and when the third one was caught, Song Mian hurriedly grabbed his clothes secretly: "That's enough, thank you."

This thank you was said in a very small voice, only Lu Yu heard it.

He stopped his movements, and his originally cold expression softened a lot.

Song Mian found that Lu Yu hadn't touched his chopsticks since the beginning, and the only time he touched his chopsticks was to pick up some vegetables for him. He felt some inexplicable emotions in his heart, and after a few mouthfuls of vegetables, he couldn't eat anymore.

"Grandma." After dinner, Song Mingxiu squeezed into a seat beside Grandma Song, pulled her to laugh and said, "I got the third place in the school this time! Not bad."

"Awesome." Knowing that Song Mingxiu likes to show off, Grandma Song praised with a helpless smile.

"Yeah, I also think I'm great. Before, I was wondering why we were all so good, and Song Mian was the only one with such poor grades. Now I understand, he is not our Song family at all, and cannot inherit our Song family." You're smart." Song Mingxiu raised his chin proudly, and gave Song Mian a sidelong glance.

This topic instantly froze the surrounding atmosphere, but Song Mingxiu didn't notice that everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and continued to mock Song Mian around the corner.

How can I say that the Song family has also raised Song Mian for more than ten years, and since Song Mian's biological parents have passed away, it is impossible for them to send Song Mian back to fend for himself.

Not to mention Song's father and Song's mother's reluctance to send Song Mian back, this will also affect the reputation of the Song family.

Song Zihao yanked Song Mingxiu hard, and laughed lightly, breaking the bad atmosphere.

"Then what, I'll go back first, I have something to deal with. Mom, I'll come to see you next time, please pay more attention to your body, don't get together with so many people to dance some square dance. If you want to dance, I will report to you a class."

"No need." Grandma Song waved her hand. She just likes the atmosphere of the square dance, and she is not interested in signing up for class at all: "You all go back, what should you do?"

"Grandma, I don't want to go back yet, I can't bear you." Song Mingxiu acted like a baby.

Grandma Song patted his hand, a little tired: "Okay, I don't know you yet, I guess I can't wait to go back and play around now."

Everyone laughed.

When leaving, Grandma Song suddenly stopped Father Song, saying that she wanted to talk to him.

Five minutes later, Father Song came out of the villa.

He looked normal, didn't say anything, just glanced at Song Mian.

This one glance made Song Mian understand that what Grandma Song told him to talk about was about herself.

"Song Mian, come to play with my aunt during the holidays." Before getting into the car, Song Ziwen rubbed Song Mian's head and blinked at him desperately: "Auntie will take you to relax, remember. By the way, your WeChat has always refused to approve the application." , I just applied again, hurry up and agree! If you don’t agree again, I will get angry, the kind that can’t be coaxed.”

Meeting Song Ziwen's gentle eyes, Song Mian smiled, opened WeChat in front of her and agreed to the friend application: "Okay."

"Remarks, notes." Song Ziwen oops, took the phone directly, changed the note to "Dear baby", then handed it to Song Mian, and showed Song Mian the note she had given to Song Mian.

The words "kiss baby" made Song Mian blush.

Song Ziwen pinched his face again, and warned with a smile: "Don't change it."

*

After returning to the villa, Song Mian was called to the study.

"You know everything you should know, and I won't beat around the bush. I called you here to tell you not to worry, and I won't send you back. You are still from the Song family. Like Lu Yu, you are my son of Song Zitian. .”

Song Mian hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Father Song, "I want to leave the Song family."

Father Song frowned, thinking he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"I want to leave the Song family." Song Mian said, "After thinking about it, I'd better leave the Song family."

"Why?" Father Song said in a deep voice, "Is it because of Lu Yu?"

It was indeed because of Lu Yu, but it was because he was the leading actor.

Although it is said that the plot is not developing in a bad direction now, but he, the cannon fodder, may end up disappearing in the end by the actor's side.

Most importantly, Song Mian felt that he should leave the Song family and cut off all possible plots.

"No." Song Mian shook her head.

"Then stay." Father Song rubbed his temples and sighed: "I see that you and Lu Yu get along very well, what are you thinking of leaving? Don't worry, from today onwards, no one is allowed or said Your gossip."

Song Mian could feel that Father Song was somewhat resentful after knowing his identity.

But he couldn't figure out why Father Song didn't let him leave.

In the novel, Song's father turned his face ruthlessly after knowing that Song Mian was not his child, and what he did and said was a hundred times worse than now.

Song Mian didn't say anything about leaving for the time being, her stomach was empty after going back to take a shower.

Aunt Dong has already left work, and Song Mian is going to cook a bowl of noodles.

There were all kinds of vegetables in the refrigerator, Song Mian took out tomatoes, eggs and noodles and went into the kitchen.

As soon as he turned on the fire to boil the water, he heard footsteps coming downstairs. He poked his head out and saw that Lu Yu was standing in front of the refrigerator in his pajamas, and found him looking over from the kitchen.

Under the light, there was a bit of alienation between his brows and eyes, but this alienation completely disappeared when he looked at Song Mian.

Song Mian suddenly remembered that Lu Yu hadn't eaten a single bite during the meal.

"I cook noodles." Song Mian said softly, "Do you want to eat?"

"Yes." Lu Yu sat at the table: "Thank you."

"The taste may not be very good, not as good as the store outside..."

"No, it tastes good."

Song Mian was taken aback by the steady voice, and said with some embarrassment, "How did you know it before you ate it?"

He was also afraid that when Lu Yu ate it, he would think it tasted mediocre, so he deliberately said something in advance, but he didn't expect to get a positive answer from Lu Yu.

Song Mian doesn't cook too complicated meals. The most common thing she cooks at home is egg noodles with tomatoes. Although they are not as good as those great chefs, they still taste good.

Lu Yu didn't speak, Song Mian only thought that he was praising himself on purpose, and didn't think much about it.

He worked in the kitchen for a while and brought out two bowls of noodles and put them on the table.

Lu Yu got up to wash his hands, and when he came back, Song Mian added another fried egg to his bowl.

It was exactly the same as that time.