On the way home from Zhou Song, his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.

"Hey?" Zhou Song braked the car with his feet and took out the phone from his pocket: "You have arrived? You can wait a little while and I will arrive soon!"

Immediately, it means more than half an hour.

Zhou Song rushed to the villa in Shachuan, looked up and saw Yu Panwang standing on the steps of the villa porch with his hands behind his back. His eyes were filled with "Are you polite?"

The girl was wearing a blue denim dress that was over the knee and a white T-shirt. She was actually long-sleeved when she was so hot. She wore clover sneakers on her feet, and her pure white sports socks tied her ankles, which were very tight.

A bodyguard in black sunglasses stood beside her and brought her a pink umbrella.

That cold expression reminded Zhou Song of their first meeting at "Bald Malatang".

"I was wrong... don't be angry..." Zhou Song parked the car, bowed repeatedly, and apologized with the girl.

Yu Panwang left the two bodyguards in the car, changed into Yuan Yueling's slippers, went upstairs, pushed the door open and entered Zhou Song's room, sat on the computer chair, and walked around.

Zhou Song turned on the air conditioner, adjusted to the lowest temperature, and then went to the refrigerator to take out the iced watermelon, cut it into half and served it.

"Isn't it hot for you to wear so much?" Zhou Song handed over the watermelon and spoon and asked her to dig it and eat it.

"Not hot." The girl said concisely, then dug a large spoonful of watermelon and put it into her mouth, feeling a little happier: "I have been wearing this."

It's so good, Zhou Song thought to himself.

"Have you seen enough?" Yu Panwang asked suddenly.

"?"

"If you have seen enough, just study." Yu Panwang unzipped his schoolbag and took out books.

Looking at Yu Panying's pretty face as cold as ice and his "official" tone, Zhou Song was a little surprised and a little disappointed.

"What the hell is wrong?" Zhou Song couldn't help asking again.

"Last night, you bullied my daughter again?" Yu Panwang raised his eyelids and said.

"How can that be called bullying? Can scholars be called bullying?"

"Then study!"

...

There were dozens of Yuan Yueling’s messages on his mobile phone, and Zhou Song quickly scanned them.

First of all, I complained about her physical pain and accused Zhou Song of his rudeness.

Then she said that she couldn't do anything until 2 o'clock in the evening, and she would have to go to bed before 12 o'clock in the future unless she was on weekends.

Let’s talk to Zhou Song about a new designer in the group today, and that lady is like that.

Lu Renjia seemed to have taken the wrong medicine today and was furious to the team members for a trivial matter.

The desk was replaced with a new potted plant. Yuan Yueling liked it very much and sent a photo.

Yuan Yueling also said that she likes flowers.

Next comes social news. The mother was worried that her 22-year-old daughter would murder her 3-year-old brother and sentenced her to only five years.

Yuan Yueling was excited about this and complained a lot.

The last one is "Gozi, I sent you a lot of messages today. Now I have to concentrate on my work. If you think I will send me a message."

Zhou Song felt that although he was a little deliberate, he could not find any problems and felt satisfied.

I still have time to complain to Yu Panwang after sending so many messages. It seems that she is not as busy as she said before.

After replying a few words, the phone was confiscated by Yu Panwang.

...

...

The cicadas outside the window were separated by thick glass and became thinner, mixed with the buzzing sound of the air conditioner in the bedroom, which was annoying.

Zhou Song was busy painting the questions, and Yu Panwang sat beside him and brushed his cell phone.

The faint fragrance of the girl's body came from her side.

Once upon a time, Zhou Song was also very attached to the same fragrance on Yuan Yueling, but for some reason, this fragrance faded day by day, becoming distant and strange.

Yu Panwang exchanged his raised legs and accidentally rubbed his forefoot against Zhou Song's calf.

I don’t know if it’s because of the brand, but the socks she wore were different from those of Yuan Yueling. The strong stimulation made Zhou Song shudder and shivered for a moment.

Although it is only half a second, although this is impolite, comfort is an objective fact that cannot be denied.

Yu Panwang frowned and looked at him, his toes were a little on the floor, a few centimeters away from Zhou Song.

Then, place your feet on the other side away from Zhou Song.

...

...

Lunch time.

"It's not bad, it's progressing very quickly." A smile appeared on Yu Panwang's face.

"Really?" Zhou Song was overjoyed.

"To reward you, I will cook for you at noon, and you can consolidate your knowledge." Yu Panying's mood seemed much better.

"Really, fake! The young lady wants to cook in person?" Zhou Song was a little surprised.

...

"So much!" Yu Panwang put on an apron, put the dishes in the pot, and stir-fry them in a decent manner.

The food was bought by the bodyguards running errands. It has meat and vegetables, and it looks very rich.

"So, why are you quarreling?" Yu Panwang asked.

"Didn't Yuan Yueling tell you?"

"Of course she said it, but I want to listen to your version." Yu Panwang glanced at him.

He is obviously just a little girl, why is his mother so powerful?!

Zhou Song said the situation last night in its entirety, but omitted the part that was not suitable for children in the second half of the night.

"Your desire for possessiveness and control is indeed very strong." Yu Panwang said casually.

"It's not a question of exclusive or not," Zhou Song said: "Father Juan told me that women nowadays dress too much, so I told me not to look at me while walking on the road and recite the Rosary more."

"So you criticized Yuan Yueling for religious reasons. I hope she can be a dignified woman?" Yu Panwang's expression seemed to be a smile.

"You can say that." Zhou Song straightened his waist.

"Where is the ship socks? Which doctrine is violated?" Yu Panwang dropped the shovel in his hand, closed the fire, and smiled and pinned his hand behind him, bent his back.

"That's not..."

"You are busy until two o'clock in the night, what are you doing? Do you think I don't know?" Yu Panwang made a gesture of "Reversal Referee" and pointed at Zhou Song: "Are you also upholding church ethics?"

"women    talk!" Zhou Song jumped up while covering his cheeks.

"So, boy," he hoped to put the fried dish from the pot to the plate, and put a beautiful plate: "Don't use religion as a shield to satisfy your own selfish desires."

"No, no!" Zhou Song protested: "I really feel..."

"Okay, OK," Yu Panying held two plates of fragrant dishes and served them on the table. "I will tell her the meaning of dignified appearance, and I will also advise her to respect your feelings. But you, Zhou Song, what I am talking about now is you. Should brothers first take a good start instead of just asking for sisters?"

"That's right...I'll answer a call."

"Hey, Fat Brother? What's wrong?" Zhou Song glanced at Yu Panwang who walked into the kitchen again, and walked a few steps towards the balcony.

“…”

"Yes, your wife is here with me."

“…”

"Study, English classes in the morning, and ideological and moral character in the afternoon."

“…”

"Yes, it's cooking. We made it together."

“…”

"Is it that exaggerated?"

“…”

"I get it, thank you."

Zhou Song cast his eyes at the kitchen, and Fat Brother’s warning just now echoed in his ears: “No matter how much appetite that lady looks, don’t try it, it’s a fatal life.”
Chapter completed!