Honeymoon Song Xiyuan held Wen Cai's waist and kissed her ear from behind.

Wen Cai hurriedly avoided, looked at Nannan who was playing in the room, and turned around and glared at him.

When Nannan was tired of playing, she pestered Wen Cai to sleep with Wen Cai after taking a shower. Wen Cai hadn't seen her for so long, of course she agreed happily, but when Song Xiyuan came out of the shower, she couldn't help but pinch the little girl lying in the middle of the bed, she couldn't help but pinch the little girl's face: "It's so futile to this girl!"

Wen Cai, who was sitting on the other side of the bed, opened his hand and glared at him: "Is there anyone who says that?"

Song Xiyuan withdrew his hand, sat on the bed, and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

Wen Cai looked at his back and frowned: "You can use a blowing air."

Song Xiyuan looked back at her: "You'll blow it to me?"

Wen Cai paused, bit his lip, and finally got out of bed, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, took it to the bed, knelt behind him, turned on the second gear of hot air, and gently blew his hair.

Song Xiyuan hadn't enjoyed such treatment for a long time. Just as he was missing, Wen Cai suddenly said, "I want to send Nannan to my aunt's place and ask her to help take care of her for a while. Is it OK?"

The muscles on Song Xiyuan's shoulders suddenly tightened slightly, and then he chuckled, saying, "If you don't have time to take care of Nannan, then find a housekeeper to take care of her. My mother may not have time."

Wen Cai paused again before saying, "I'm not at ease with outsiders to take care of Nannan."

Upon hearing this, Song Xiyuan suddenly narrowed his eyes, hooked his backhand, took her into his arms, and said with a low smile: "I mean I won't treat my mother as an outsider?"

Wen Cai blushed and said, "Auntie said she would treat Nannan as her granddaughter, so of course I feel relieved."

Song Xiyuan looked at her with deep eyes, paused for a long time, and finally replied: "Since that's the case, then I'll hand Nannan over to my mother tomorrow. Okay, go to bed."

Wen Cai originally planned to wake up early the next morning and rush to work in the company. Who knew that when she woke up in the morning, Song Xiyuan had already gotten up first. Apart from the sleeping Nannan, there was no sign of him in the bed.

Wen Cai thought he had already gone to work, but he didn't know that after changing his clothes and going downstairs, he heard a sound in the kitchen.

She walked to the kitchen door and saw Song Xiyuan standing inside guarding the stove. There was a pot on the stove, steaming hot. Song Xiyuan had Bluetooth headphones hanging in his ears. He was listening to the person on the other end of the phone while preparing to sprinkle salt into the pot.

"Three grams of salt, sure?" he suddenly asked.

The other end of the phone probably answered for sure. He said "hmm" and sprinkled the salt into the pot.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, but Wen Cai suddenly lost her mind when she looked at the man who cooked porridge seriously in the kitchen.

This is no longer the man she fell in love with at first, but over the past few years, this man has changed countless times, but in her heart, it has always been the same.

Seeing him finally putting the fish fillet into the pot and then turning off the heat, Wen Cai came to his senses. Just as he was about to walk away quietly, Song Xiyuan had already looked over, met her gaze, and smiled slightly: "Are you getting up? You can drink porridge."

Wen Cai stood at the door and said, "You can learn and sell it now. Can you drink it?"

Song Xiyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "You can try it."

While he was talking, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Song Xiyuan said to Wen Cai: "Go and open the door."

Wen Cai agreed, walked to the door, opened the door, and saw that it was Wen Xin standing at the door!

Wen Cai was shocked: "Auntie, you... come here so early?"

Wen Xin looked at her with a smile and said, "I'm here to pick up Nannan. Where is the little princess? Haven't you got up yet?"

Wen Cai smiled awkwardly, and when Wen Xin came in, he closed the door.

"It smells so good." Wen Xin walked into the room and smelled the fragrance. She turned to look at Wen Cai, "What breakfast did you make?"

Wen Cai turned his head to look at the kitchen, lowered his head embarrassedly: "I didn't do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xiyuan walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of porridge and put it on the dining table: "Beauty Wen, you have good food today, and you can taste your son's skills."

Wen Xin widened her eyes in surprise: "You cook?"

Song Xiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't you give face?"

Wen Xin hurriedly pulled Wen Cai to sit at the dining table: "This is a rare benefit in a century, you must try it."

As soon as she sat down, Wen Xin couldn't wait to taste it. Before she could even savor it, she exclaimed: "Oh, it's delicious! Why didn't I realize you have such talent? I would have known that I'd sent you to learn cooking. The TV series I've been watching recently was a chef. Tsk tsk, it's really charming."

"Then do you think your son's charm is not enough?" Song Xiyuan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Xin heard this, glanced at Wen Cai and smiled and said, "I don't count on this. Wen Cai should answer."

Wen Cai was watched by the mother and son, and finally lowered his head and tasted it.

Taste... not bad.

In fact, if Song Xiyuan made porridge for the first time, it would be considered a very good cooking skill, but to be honest, it is still far from what I tasted in the restaurant last night.

After all, the skills that chefs train over the years are definitely not something that ordinary people can learn overnight.

Wen Cai lowered his head and tasted it quietly. When he raised his head, he saw Song Xiyuan looking at her for a moment, waiting for her answer.

Wen Cai couldn't help but lower his head and took another bite.

"Xiao Cai, how about it? Isn't it delicious?" Wen Xin asked quickly when she saw this.

Wen Cai lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

Seeing her appearance, Song Xiyuan felt a little unsure and frowned: "Isn't it delicious?"

"No." Wen Cai finally raised his head, "It's delicious."

"How about that than what I ate last night?" Song Xiyuan walked over slowly and sat down next to her.

Wen Cai bit the spoon, paused for a long time before answering in a low voice: "It's comparable."

Or, it's better than what I had last night.

But she never said the following sentence. She felt a little embarrassed when she said that sentence in a similar way, so she pushed the chair away and stood up: "I'll go up and see if Nannan is awake."

After saying that, he turned around and ran upstairs.

Wen Xin was drinking porridge while looking at Wen Cai’s back: “What’s wrong? Can you be shy when drinking a bowl of porridge?”

Song Xiyuan leaned on the back of the chair, looked at her back running upstairs, smiled slightly, picked up the spoon she had eaten before, tasted the porridge in the bowl, and was stunned for a moment, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but become stronger.

"My beauty Wen, I may not be in City A in the next week, so I will leave it to you."

Wen Xin couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Where are you going again? When are you going to go home? That's your dad at all, do you really plan to disappear for the rest of your life?"

Song Xiyuan stirred the porridge in the bowl and smiled slightly: "Let's talk about it when I come back from my honeymoon."

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Just because he answered "comparable", after breakfast, Wen Xin took Nannan away, Wen Cai was pulled into the car by Song Xiyuan and then drove out of the villa.

Their bet was seven days. Wen Cai thought he would go to the airport, but he didn't expect the car to drive to her familiar suburb.

When the car passed through a quiet forest, Wen Cai recognized the road, suddenly turned red, and shouted to him: "Song Xiyuan!"

Song Xiyuan turned his head and looked at her, and smiled slightly: "Do you want me to stop?"

Wen Cai remembered what happened on the roadside of this woods clearly and quickly replied: "No!"

Song Xiyuan curled the corner of his mouth and then continued to move forward.

Wen Cai remembers this road leading to the once resort villa, and the result is indeed.

It was the same room I used to be. Nearly four years have passed, and everything in the room has not changed at all. When I opened the curtains, I still saw the same beautiful scenery.

Standing on the balcony, Wen Cai took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Xiyuan appeared silently behind her, hugged her, leaned against her neck and breathed lightly.

Wen Cai suddenly thought of something, paused for a moment, and asked: "The last time we were taken here... was your instruction? You deliberately wanted to disclose our relationship, so you gave the media a chance to let them take those photos, and when they logged out, you didn't stop them, right?"

Song Xiyuan laughed softly, but did not answer positively, just said, "You actually think of this situation. It's so unconventional."

Wen Cai couldn't help but turn around and glared at him: "Do you know that those photos are published? I almost have no shame to meet people? It's because I'm stupid, so you're plotting to be like that and still confused-"

"Shh--" Song Xiyuan suddenly raised his index finger on her lips, and then whispered, "There is a reporter across the street."

Wen Cai was stunned at first, and then immediately buried it in his arms: "Where is it?"

Song Xiyuan laughed loudly, and Wen Cai was shocked: "You will bully me!"

Song Xiyuan reached out and hugged her: "I only remember the things I bullied you? You don't remember the things I love you?"

Wen Cai suddenly blushed and pushed him: "Who wants you to hurt?"

"You promised to stay with me for a week." Song Xiyuan reached out and pinched her face, "You want to change your mind so quickly?"

Wen Cai glared at him. In the morning, he almost forgot the touch of seeing him cook porridge carefully in the kitchen. He was only angry and suddenly wanted to repent: "Actually, the porridge you cooked is not as good as that of other chefs!"

"But you said it's equal?" Song Xiyuan raised his eyebrows, "So, actually... you want to accompany me too."

Wen Cai couldn't help but spat and pushed him away: "I'm obsessed with it, right?"

She turned around and returned to the room, sat on the sofa, and watched TV silently.

Song Xiyuan followed her again and hugged her in his arms: "This is how I promise you those three things and I still count them. Are you doing this now?"

"Really?" Wen Cai looked slightly and glanced at him.

"When did you break your promise?" Song Xiyuan suddenly replied in a low voice.

Wen Cai was slightly stunned, remembering that whether it was in the past or now, indeed, what he promised her seemed to have done.

She looked at him, stunned for a moment, suddenly turned around, faced him seriously, and spoke, "I'll ask you, is there any problem with the land where Mr. Qiao wants to build the entertainment city?"

Song Xiyuan seemed to have expected her to ask this question early in the morning, and smiled lightly and raised an eyebrow: "No."
To be continued...