The Charming Cannon Fodder

The outside of the gift box is pure black, and a simple but extremely delicate pattern is carved with a carving knife. Under the half-hollowed pattern is a layer of faint floating dark patterns.

However, the inside of such a simple and atmospheric gift box is a little abruptly white. Black and white is an excellent fusion, but the two colors of this gift box are unusual.

But even under Song Shunan’s deliberate reminder, Song Yushen did not show any emotional ups and downs, “I really didn’t notice much, so is this?”

Although it was a question, only the ending sound was slightly provoked.

Although Song Yushen said he didn't notice, how could Song Shunan believe it?

Just now Song Yushen would suddenly say that he would let him in with his severed fingers, probably because he noticed the difference between the inside and outside of the gift box, "Thanks to Sanshu's years of teaching, a gun is indeed a bit thin, so besides the gun, I use humans. It has become an inner box and dried out. The skin will always be stored longer than a severed finger. It reminds Sanshu more of old people. What does Sanshu think?"

Song Shunan was born in the famous Song family. He was educated by aristocratic elites and cultivated elegant habits. Therefore, he has no so-called preference for **** and cruel things, but it does not mean that he would not do it. Thing.

For Song Yushen, he used human skin to suit his individual conditions.

The two had been standing here for quite a while, Ying Rusheng and Su Yanyan in the living room both looked over, and Song Shunan had been paying attention to Song Yushen.

But even under such circumstances, Song Yushen held the gift box indifferently, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper, but it did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "It seems that I am thinking about it. You have grown a lot in Shunan. I have thought so carefully for me, I am very happy."

Seeing that the two of her uncle and nephew had not been in the living room, the servant reminded her that lunch had been prepared, so she walked over, wanting to order the two of them to eat, but she was afraid that although the two looked peaceful, they would argue. It is an indisputable fact that Song Yushen and Sheng Sheng are engaged, and the stepson still seems to have a sibling relationship with Sheng Sheng.

However, as soon as she came over, she heard Song Yushen’s words of gratitude, and then she heard Song Shunan’s low and slightly smiling voice, “Uncle San is polite when you say this. San Uncle is my elder and treats me After so many years of teaching and care, with your role model, I should have grown up, but my talent is limited. It took me so many years to learn something."

Song Yushen smiled, there was no light in his eyes. Limited talent? The limited talent will make his people directly fall into his hands?

He is indeed the son of Song Yue, at least in the way of acting, Song Shunan and Song Yue are quite similar, determined and ruthless.

There was no hint of tit-for-tat between the two of them, and they even looked like uncle and nephew Hele.

Su Yanyan couldn't help being a little stunned. Could it be that she thought too much? Shu Nan has no feelings for Sheng Sheng anymore?

But she didn't froze for long, because as she walked over, Song Yushen and Song Shunan had already turned their eyes and looked at her inquiring.

Being watched by the two at the same time, she was a little uncomfortable, so she quickly explained her intention, "The servant has already prepared lunch, let's go in for lunch first."

She was only here to ask, but she didn't expect both of them to answer.

After Song Yushen went to Ying Rusheng in the living room.

The moment he met Rusheng’s gaze, the sharpness of his confrontation with Song Shunan had disappeared, revealing a distinctive gentleness, “I came back for something, but since Shunan is back, we will To accompany Shunan together?"

"Good." Although Song Yushen said so, Ying Rusheng didn't believe a word.

Seeing the answer, Song Yushen smiled and touched her head, his eyes lightly fell on her face, and then looked at the hairpin on her head.

The young girl he had raised for so many years has grown up, and the wolf who coveted her has returned.

But he just smiled softly, "Let's go, go to lunch."

Ying Rusheng didn't think Song Yushen's actions were any strange. Su Yanyan, who had been numb in sight for four years, was shocked and unbelievable from the beginning to become accustomed.

But Lin Nan's eyes fell in front of this scene, but he was extremely shocked.

He has been with Song Shunan for many years, and he knows the Song family well, and he also knows the personality of Mr. Song’s third uncle. Although Professor Song seems to be gentle and talkative, he actually has a sense of distance with everyone and never talks to others. Being close, even to Ms. Song back then, it was only a polite level that the elders were kind to the younger ones. Therefore, in the past four years, he had never figured out why Professor Song had been engaged to Miss Song, but no matter how he could not figure it out, he felt that Professor Song should not love Miss Song.

But now Song Yushen responded to Sheng's attitude, but it seemed to hit him **** the face, telling him how absurd his original idea was.

If he was shocked, then Mr. Song...

He subconsciously looked at Song Shunan who was standing in front of him.

Song Shunan stood with his back facing Lin Nan, he couldn't see the look on his face, he could only read some of his exposed emotions from the back of his tight hands.

But the lunch was not finished, the hospital came and Mrs. Song woke up.

Mrs. Song is the grandmother of Song Yue and Song Shunan. She is over a hundred years old. She has been in very bad health in the past ten years. She is even lying in the hospital more often. In the past four years, the next year will be bigger. Now, JingQiShen is much better than in previous years, and now I have more time to wake up.

It was already dinner time when Mrs. Song returned to Song's house.

Mrs. Song is old after all, so she habitually wants to care about the marriage of younger generations.

She first turned her gaze on Song Yushen, "I remember that Yushen is not young anymore, over thirty?"

No one knows the meaning of Mrs. Song's sudden question. Song Yushen was also slightly startled, and then replied, "Grandma, I am over thirty."

He answered Mrs. Song, but subconsciously avoided how old he was.

"It's more than thirty." Mrs. Song seemed to sigh authentically, "Are you married?"

As soon as Mrs. Song said this, the whole table became quiet for an instant, a silence that could even be heard. But the next moment, a dull sound suddenly tore through the silence of the dining room.

The porcelain bowl fell on the carpet.

"Sorry, it's impolite." Su Yanyan calmly ordered the servant to prepare another table and chopsticks, but his expression was a little abnormal.

But Mrs. Song's eyes were not very clear, and she didn't notice the subtle abnormalities of Su Yanyan. She just kindly ordered Su Yanyan to be more careful, and then looked at Song Yushen again, "You young people don't seem to know To get married? Is it to get married? Can you understand what it means to be married?"

"I can understand it." Song Yushen reacted with a short freeze.

He looked gently at Ying Rusheng who was eating, and said, "Thank you grandma for your concern. I am not married yet, but I have already contracted."

In order to make it easier for Mrs. Song to understand, Song Yushen deliberately used words that fit her thinking.

"Is it engaged?" The old lady Song smiled lovingly when she heard Song Yushen say this, and asked more carefully, "When is the matter? Grandma has been asleep all these years and has not had time to care about your affairs. ."

"The engagement was made four years ago." Song Yu said deep in the silence.

Mrs. Song seemed a little surprised, "It's been four years? Why haven't you married yet?"

Author: ah ah ah ah ah, Acheron not finished, Ms. Song Laotai is to pull aggro two people, let them ha ha ha ha ha Shura field

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I have been too busy recently.