Chapter 75 He corrupted me

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Chapter 75 He corrupted me

Song Yan's face turned cold to a visible degree.

"No, it's too late."

He went straight downstairs.

Song Guotao was at the dining table downstairs when he saw his son about to leave. He immediately looked at Yu Qingfang.

"What did you say to him this time?"

Yu Qingfang waved her hand: "I just meant that Shuangyu wanted to see him off, and the two children haven't seen each other for several days."

Yu Qingfang kept it a secret, and Song Guotao had no idea what had happened during this time.

Judging from Song Yan's expression, he guessed that it was because of Lin Shuangyu.

"Why do you invite others over when it's just a family meal?"

Song Yan briefly said goodbye to his father, then went out the door and got into the car.

Yu Qingfang followed downstairs, subconsciously retorting, "Once Shuangyu marries into the family, won't we be one family?"

"That's something that will happen after you marry into the family. If you ask me, you should get less involved in the affairs of the two children... no, the three children."

Suddenly, Song Guotao realized something and asked his wife, "Is Si Yuan not coming back this time because of something you said?"

Yu Qingfang felt a pang of guilt: "What did I say? That child has always been strange."

Seeing Song Guotao's disbelieving look, Yu Qingfang sat down and defended herself in a sarcastic tone.

“No wonder people say that nothing is better than one’s own children. You can never truly raise an adopted child. Look at her, she doesn’t even come home now, and she doesn’t answer the phone. It’s making me, her mother, worry all the time.”

Song Guotao disagreed with Yu Qingfang's statement.

Si Yuan longs for a home.

Regardless of whether others treat her well or not, Si Yuan will always remember any kindness you show her.

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Jiang Wang put down his phone and smiled enigmatically.

Song Yan has also come to the capital. That's interesting.

Si Yuan had just woken up when she saw Jiang Wang smiling. Still half asleep, she asked, "What's making you so happy?"

Jiang Wang turned around to face her.

Si Yuan had just eaten hot pot with mutton yesterday, and then her period started right after she got back. She's in terrible pain.

She felt cold, so Jiang Wang held her and took care of her all night.

It wasn't until late at night that Si Yuan felt a little better.

Jiang Wang gently pinched her nose, thinking that Si Yuan was cutest when she had just woken up.

Do you know what you said last night when you were half asleep?

Si Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up and hurriedly covered her face with the blanket, only revealing a pair of cautious eyes.

"What did you say?"

Fearing she might say something that would damage her image, she preemptively declared, "Even if I say something, it must be something you did while I was sick. I'm very naive; you're the one who corrupted me!"

"My God."

Jiang Wang looked like he'd seen a ghost: "Bu'er, I haven't even said anything yet, why are you insulting me first?"

Si Yuan muttered, "Because everything I said was the truth."

It's all because he's always so immoral and full of frivolous thoughts.

It's been like that since high school.

Jiang Wang was so angry he laughed.

"Oh dear, you're ruining your reputation in your later years. If you go out and say things like that, who will respect me in the future? Can you bear that responsibility?"

"I wouldn't talk nonsense."

He paused, then added, "I won't take responsibility either."

After saying this, Si Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Why does this sound like a scumbag's quote?

She pursed her lips and asked, "What...what did I say last night?"

Jiang Wang shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "Last night, I don't know who was it that hugged me and said..."

Jiang Wang, you're so warm.

Jiang Wang, you have a great figure.

"Jiang Wang, could you hold me a little tighter?"

With each word she spoke, Si Yuan felt as if her brain had been struck a heavy blow, leaving her disoriented.

What's most infuriating is that when Jiang Wang spoke, he even mimicked her tone in a sarcastic and mocking way.

Jiang Wang looked at her, somewhat curious: "You said I taught you, but which sentence did I teach you? And why did you call me..."

Si Yuan raised her leg and kicked, forcibly interrupting the spellcasting.

"Stop talking!"

Jiang Wang nearly fell, but managed to grab Si Yuan's foot, his face full of shock.

"Si Yuan, you actually committed domestic violence?"

Si Yuan corrected: "If you're not married, it's not domestic violence."

Jiang Wanglai got angry and refused to believe it. He pulled Si Yuan into his arms and said, "Do you believe I can move the Civil Affairs Bureau here today and get the certificate done?"

Si Yuan believes that Jiang Wang has the ability to move the Civil Affairs Bureau here, and this is by no means an exaggeration.

"I was wrong."

Like a cat, she instantly calmed down and obediently begged for mercy.

The two bickered for a while longer, then got up, and the servants had already prepared breakfast.

The two ate a few bites, and Si Yuan asked what they were going to do today.

Si Yuan originally came to the capital to relax, but since she was unfamiliar with the city, she went wherever Jiang Wang suggested.

But she never really cared about having fun; she was just following Jiang Wang around aimlessly.

Jiang Wang naturally noticed it as well.

He asked, "Are you keen to participate in that international competition at the end of the year?"

In fact, Si Yuan doesn't have much practical experience. To be honest, he always felt that participating in such a big international competition was wishful thinking and he was ashamed to say it.

But Jiang Wang was even more delusional than her, and with a slap of his hand, he said directly:

"Okay, then let's go see a master today and take first place."

Si Yuan was drinking porridge when she heard this and almost coughed up.

"Don't believe me?"

Si Yuan shook her head: "I don't believe it."

Who would believe that?

Meeting the master once is not enough; unless you ask the master to possess you, there might be some hope.