I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang was so frightened that he hurriedly hid his hands behind his back, but unfortunately the wound was involved because of too much movement, and he grinned in pain.

Cheng Huan gently pressed his shoulder, motioning him to calm down.

When Song Mingwang was pressed by him, he became more courageous, and said to Song Yulan, "I fell it myself."

After finishing speaking, I did not forget to emphasize one more sentence, "I don't feel any pain at all, really."

Song Yulan watched the interaction between the two of them coldly, twitched the corners of her mouth, and hummed softly.

"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"

Song Mingwang didn't feel anything strange about Song Yulan at all, and he didn't notice that she was coming here in a bad manner, so he turned his head to look at Cheng Wang, and said in support of her, "That's right, why don't you invite my mother in?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

After several seconds, he nodded towards Song Yulan with a calm expression.

"come in."

At this time, at exactly 09:30, Grandma Cheng was still in bed and was watching TV in the living room when she saw two people coming back, before she could speak, she saw a middle-aged woman following behind her, she looked a bit like Song Mingwang .

"This is..." Grandma Cheng asked suspiciously.

"It's my mother." Song Mingwang quickly introduced.

"Please sit down, please sit down." Knowing the identity of the visitor, Grandma Cheng relaxed her vigilance, and greeted them with a smile.

"It's so cold, let me pour some hot water for you."

Song Yulan hastily declined: "No need, no need, I just came to pick Ming Wang back. It's a bit inappropriate for him to disturb people at your house at such a late hour."

Cheng Huang heard the words and frowned slightly.

Song Mingwang also wrinkled his face, but he was just simply puzzled.

"Don't bother me."

Song Yulan's brows fluttered faintly, she turned a deaf ear to his words, and continued on her own, "And we still have something to deal with, so I won't bother you for now."

Song Mingwang looked confused: "What's the matter? Why don't I know."

Cheng Wang stretched out his hand and patted his head, looked down at him, and said calmly, "You go back with your mother first."

Song Mingwang immediately hid behind Cheng Wang, thinking that Song Yulan had finally found out that he was rebellious and wanted to deal with him properly, so she also entered the role and shouted, "I won't leave! I won't leave even if I die."

Song Yulan's forehead twitched, and she repeatedly warned herself that it was her own.

Grandma Cheng was at a loss when she saw this scene, thinking that the mother and son were really having a fight, she hurriedly tried to persuade them to fight.

"Oh, stop arguing, stop arguing, let's talk slowly after you have something to do."

In fact, Cheng Juan also guessed some clues from Song Yulan's obvious attitude, so he wanted to dismiss Grandma Cheng first.

"Go to sleep, remember to take the blood pressure lowering medicine, I will send him back first."

Song Yulan had a complicated expression when she heard the words, she frowned slightly, looked at Grandma Cheng, and thought that she was not in good health, how could this make her speak those words well.

She originally planned to talk to Cheng Wang's parents.

Song Mingwang reluctantly left Cheng Wang's house, and Song Yulan in the alleyway looked at him and Cheng Wang reluctantly, with a somewhat helpless expression.

Are they completely unafraid of being discovered by themselves?

No, if I hadn't read the note above, I would have confirmed my guess after testing it out, and I would never have thought about it when I saw the interaction between the two of them.

Here Song Mingwang kept telling Cheng Wang: "Remember to call me before going to bed."

Song Yulan: "..."

Cheng Wan smiled, "What? Do you still need me to put you to sleep?"

Song Mingwang understood the playfulness in his eyes, and curled his lips: "Don't think I can't understand what you mean."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows: "What do I mean?"

"Enough!" Song Yulan's brows jumped, she stepped forward and grabbed her hapless child and was about to walk back.

"It hurts, hurts!" Song Mingwang yelled out quickly.

Only then did Song Yulan wake up, and quickly let go of his hand.

Song Mingwang felt wronged and blew on his hand, not understanding why his mother suddenly told him to go home.

"What's the matter?"

After a pause, as if he suddenly thought of something, he deliberately lowered his voice, and said cautiously: "Could it be my grandma..."

"Your grandma is alive and kicking." Song Yulan rolled her eyes.

"Then what happened?"

Cheng Lu's expression moved slightly, his eyes fixed on Song Yulan who was suddenly silent, and he said in a deep voice, "Auntie, you know."

Song Mingwang: "???"

Song Yulan glanced at him and sighed long.

"What are you doing, I can't think of it..."

Cheng Huan thinly pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly, "It's because of me."

Song Yulan said: "Come on, don't blame yourself for the reason. I know my son's temperament. If it's not someone he likes, don't talk about being together. It's hard to even get the hang of it."

Song Ming was stunned for a few seconds, his brain absorbed this sentence for a long time, and then he reacted belatedly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered: "Mom...you...you know?"

Song Yulan couldn't wait to touch him on the forehead: "When will you let me stop worrying about it?"

Song Mingwang quickly pushed Cheng Wang out, wishing he could think of compliments to describe him.

"Cheng Wang is very good, really good."

"If you are him, he can change whatever he is dissatisfied with."

"Right, Cheng Wang."

Song Mingwang turned his head to seek Cheng Wang's consent, and suddenly seemed to think of something, covered his mouth with his hands and whispered to Song Yulan.

"It's the gender aspect that can't be changed."

Song Yulan: "..."

She stood there for a long time, finally sighed, and said helplessly, "Tell me what you think?"

Song Mingwang said confidently, "I like him, and he likes me."

Song Yulan gritted her teeth: "...when did it happen?"

"February?"

Song Yulan's face darkened.

Song Mingwang immediately changed his words cleverly: "It may be January, of course it may be December last year, I don't remember."

Song Yulan uttered a few words between her teeth: "You guys have been together behind my back since so early?"

Song Mingwang took the initiative to admit his mistake, "I will never fall in love again." Just this time.

Song Yulan: "No...it's not about puppy love."

Song Mingwang wondered: "What kind of problem is that?"

Song Yulan moved her mouth, seeming to find it difficult to speak: "You...do you know what this means?"

Song Mingwang shook his head.

"It means you're gay, understand? I don't need to say more about how difficult this path is."

Song Mingwang fell silent.

It wasn't because he was persuaded by her mother, but simply because he had difficulty understanding this sentence and fell into deep thought.

Cheng Huang raised his eyelids, revealing beautiful dark eyes.

I just heard him say lightly: "He doesn't need to walk this way by himself, I walk in front of him, and he just follows me."

Song Yulan: "..."

This time another person fell silent.

Song Mingwang scratched his head, thinking he should say something at this time.

"Mom, the luckiest thing in your life before was being with the person you like. You said you were a bit unlucky, but I found it now."

Song Yulan: "..."

After all, she couldn't teach his son the art of speaking, and he might not understand that this sentence was adding fuel to the fire by looking at his expression.

Even Cheng Wang glanced at Song Ming and was about to say something.

Just listen to Song Mingwang continue: "But I really hope you can find it too, and from the perspective of mathematical probability theory, your bad luck has been used up, next time you will definitely find someone you really like."

Song Yulan was stunned at these words, and then her eyes turned slightly red.

"Don't try to say something nice to please me, I'm very firm, understand?"

Song Mingwang frowned and said word by word: "I'm not lying."

Song Yulan fell silent again.

But this time, his eyes were red and his expression was moving.

After a long time, she stepped forward to hug Song Mingwang, patted his back, choked up and said, "Let me tell you what's good about you."

Feeling grown up and feeling not grown up.

But she did see the changes in Song Mingwang during this period of time. At first she thought it was because she made friends in school, and after a long time it was because she fell in love.

Thinking of this, the touch in her heart was about to subside again, and the evil fire was bubbling up, but she was still suppressed.

He glanced at Cheng Juan again, let go of Song Mingwang, and after a moment of silence, he sighed.

"Let me suddenly accept that I really can't do it."

Without waiting for Cheng Juan and the others to say anything, Song Yulan continued: "But I can wait."

"Wait for what?"

Song Yulan looked at Song Mingwang, touched his face, and sighed: "You are still young, and many of your ideas are impulsive. When you go to college and meet more people, let's talk about it if you still have this idea."

Song Mingwang understood the meaning of the words, and was overjoyed immediately, knowing that this meant that she had given in.

"Thank you mom!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled Song Yulan, turned his head and waved to Cheng Huang, and smiled.

"Then I'll go back first! Remember to make a video for me!"

As a result, he and Cheng Wang still failed to make a video that night.

Although Song Yulan reluctantly agreed to be with Cheng Wang that day, they were strictly ordered to stick together all day long, requiring them to focus on their studies and to sprint for the college entrance examination.

So Song Mingwang and Cheng Wang only have the chance to meet at school now.

His right hand was injured, but luckily it didn't affect his ability to hold a pen. Seeing him enter the classroom wrapped in a bandage, not to mention the classmates, even the patrolling dean came to see him several times and eagerly asked about his injury.

After all, Song Mingwang was the number one contestant in the college entrance examination, and their school was counting on him to be proud.

In the cafeteria, Song Mingwang and Cheng Wang were sitting in the corner, Song Mingwang was complaining to him that his mother was strict with him last night and confiscated his cell phone.

"It's good to go to bed early." Cheng Wang raised his eyelids and said without changing his expression.

Song Mingwang curled his lips, a little unhappy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young couple feeding each other not far away. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Could it be so?

He looked down at his hands again, and then looked up at Cheng Wang.

"Cheng Wang, my hand hurts."

Cheng Yao raised his eyebrows: "?"

Song Mingwang looked at him aggrievedly: "I can't hold the chopsticks."

Cheng Wang: "...you hurt your right hand."

Song Mingwang said confidently, "That's right, that's why I can't hold chopsticks."

Cheng Huan: "..."

"I remember you saying you were left-handed earlier."

Song Mingwang wrinkled his face, looking like he couldn't remember.

"Did I say I was left-handed?"

Seeing Cheng Wang ignoring him, Song Mingwang lowered his eyelashes, sniffed aggrievedly, and blinked his eyes, as if tears would fall in the next second.

Cheng Wang saw this: "..."

After a while, he pressed his eyebrows helplessly, picked up the spoon in his hand and fed him.

"Open your mouth."

Song Mingwang smiled when he saw this, he opened his mouth wide as if he was about to cry.

"Brother Zhuang, I have class today..."

Tang Tan came running excitedly with a plate of food in his hand. Halfway through speaking, he immediately turned around.

"Sorry to interrupt."