Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1000 Long-lost warmth

She is not as arrogant as Song Yaoyao, nor is she as moody as Song Jingwan.

The simple dialogue is not overly intimate. Song Wenchuan felt the long-lost warmth, he lowered his head and took a sip, his nose turned sour in an instant.

"tasty?"

Song Weiwei's eyes flashed, she pressed her lower lip and asked softly.

Song Wenchuan drank the chicken soup in one breath, smiled and nodded, "It's delicious, it's very delicious—"

It is the taste of home.

He handed the bowl to Song Weiwei, "Anything else? I want to drink another bowl."

"Have."

Song Weiwei was a little flattered, she took it quickly, guessing that Song Wenchuan might be busy till now and haven't eaten yet. She filled a bowl of soup and said, "I made some other things tonight, specially reserved for my brother. I haven't moved. , I will cook it for you in the microwave, right?"

Song Wenchuan pressed his stomach, it was warm there.

The warm chicken soup just soothed his aching stomach.

He opened his lips, "Okay."

The microwave oven heats up the food quickly, and it will be ready in a few minutes.

There were several dishes that Song Wenchuan loved to eat in front of the table. His hand holding his chopsticks trembled, and his eyes were raised to meet Song Weiwei's eyes, filled with expectation.

In Song Wenchuan's opinion, he looked away embarrassedly.

Song Wenchuan finally believed that the dishes that Song Weiwei said specifically for him were true.

This sister, whom he pays little attention to, in private, already knows his preferences so much.

"Vivi."

Song Wenchuan ate all the food thoroughly. He watched Song Weiwei clean up the dishes, and suddenly stopped her, "Thank you."

"Huh? Thank you. If your brother likes it, I will cook it for you every day." Song Weiwei laughed, and she said warmly: "We are a family."

She has no family, and Song Wenchuan does.

Since Song Jingwan doesn't know how to cherish, why can't she get this affection?

She will definitely cherish it.

family……

When Song Wenchuan finished washing and lay on the bed, these three words still echoed in his mind continuously.

His stomach was warm, and he hadn't had such a satisfying meal for a long time.

Song Wenchuan never expected that one day the affection he longed for would come from the sister he rarely noticed.

With his body sinking into the soft bed, Song Wenchuan quickly fell asleep.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep that he was awakened by a urging cell phone call.

The heart beats fast, like beating a drum.

Song Wenchuan was dizzy, almost wondering whether he would suddenly die in the next second.

He sat up and picked up the phone, "Jing Wan?"

"Brother! You help me contact Song Yaoyao! Song Yaoyao hurt me!!"

The sharp, neurotic words caused Song Wenchuan's headache to the extreme.

He frowned, "Jing Wan, you are in H country, and you are in China. And with a nice temperament, she will never take the initiative to harm people."

"You don't believe me? You would rather believe Song Yaoyao than you would believe me?! Do you know what I have become now? I have become an old woman! My skin vitality is constantly losing! I will be more Older and older! Isn’t Song Yaoya good at medicine? She did all of this, and she hurt me!!"

With a sharp voice, Song Wenchuan had to remove the phone. He took a deep breath, "She has no motive to harm you, I believe her."

"Oh, what are you talking about?"

Song Jingwan sneered, "Are you my brother? Why do you always turn your elbows out? You never think of me as a sister, right? Song Yaoya has killed me like this. Do you still only trust her?"

(End of this chapter)