Chapter 1000
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The long-lost warmth
She was not as arrogant as Song Yaoyao, nor was she as moody as Song Jingwan.
It was a simple conversation, and their posture was not too intimate. However, it made Song Wen-chuan feel the long-lost warmth. He lowered his head and took a sip. His nose instantly felt sour.
"Is it good?"
Song Weiwei's eyes flashed. She pursed her lips and asked softly.
Song Wen-chuan finished the chicken soup in one gulp and nodded with a smile. "It's delicious, very delicious –"
It was the taste of home.
He handed the bowl to Song Weiwei. "Is there more? I want another bowl. "
"Yes."
Song Weiwei was a little flattered. She hurriedly took the bowl, guessing that Song Wenchuan had probably been busy for so long that he hadn't eaten yet. She scooped a bowl of soup and said, "I made some other dishes for Big Brother. I didn't touch them. I'll heat them up in the microwave for you."
Song Wen-chuan pressed on his stomach. It was warm there.
The warm chicken soup soothed his aching stomach.
He opened his mouth. "Okay."
The microwave heated the food very quickly. It was ready in a few minutes.
There were several dishes that Song Wen-chuan liked to eat on the table. His hand that was holding the chopsticks trembled. He looked up and met Song Wen-chuan's eyes, which were full of anticipation.
When Song Wen-chuan looked at her, she looked away in embarrassment.
Song Wen-chuan finally believed that Song Weiwei was telling the truth when she said that she had left the dishes for him.
This sister that he rarely paid attention to already knew so much about his preferences in private.
"Weiwei."
Song Wen-chuan finished all the dishes. He watched Song Weiwei clean up the dishes and suddenly called out to her. "Thank you."
"Hmm? What are you thanking me for? If you like it, I'll cook for you every day. "Song Weiwei smiled and said gently," We're family. "
She had no family, and Song Wen-chuan had no family either.
Since Song Jingwan didn't know how to cherish it, why couldn't she get this kinship?
She would definitely cherish it.
A family …
When Song Wen-chuan finished washing up and lay on the bed, these three words were still echoing in his mind.
His stomach felt warm. It had been a long time since he had such a satisfying meal.
Song Wen-chuan had never thought that one day, the familial love that he longed for would come from his little sister, whom he rarely paid attention to.
Song Wen-chuan quickly fell asleep as his body sank into the soft bed.
However, not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by an urgent call from his phone.
His heart was beating like a drum.
Song Wen-chuan felt dizzy and almost wondered if he would suddenly die in the next second.
He sat up and picked up his phone. "Jingwan?"
"Brother! Help me contact Song Yaoyao! Song Yaoyao set me up!! "
His sharp, neurotic words gave Song Wen-chuan an extreme headache.
He frowned. "Jingwan, you're in H Country, and Yaoyao is in China. Moreover, with Yaoyao's character, she wouldn't take the initiative to harm you. "
"You don't believe me? You'd rather believe Song Yaoyao than me?! Do you know what I've become now? I've become an old woman!! The vitality in my skin is constantly draining away! I'll get older and older! Doesn't Song Yaoyao have medical skills? She's the one who did all this. She set me up!! "
Her sharp voice forced Song Wen-chuan to move his phone away. He took a deep breath and said, "She has no motive to harm you. I believe her."
"Huh, what did you say?"
Song Jingwan sneered. "Are you my brother? Why are you always siding with outsiders? You've never treated me as your little sister, right? Song Yaoyao has already set me up in this state, and you still only believe her? "
(End of Chapter)
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