Song Qian and He Wei have experienced too much, and Yun Xiangying was happy and suddenly felt a little sad.

"Why is it a little depressed?" Although Yun Xiangxiang didn't show it, Song Mian could still feel it. After coaxing Liuliu to sleep, Song Mian asked in a low voice.

"I just feel a little uncomfortable, and I feel more and more people want to leave us." Yun Xiangxiang laughed and felt that he became emotional.

Song Yao and Zhu Yuan got married, but lived outside. Zhu Yuan had Zhu Yuan's job and Song Yao also had a house belonging to Song Yao.

In the past, Song Yao lived in Song's house. Although Song Yao was not a talkative person, there was still a big difference between one more person and one less person.

When Song Qian and He Wei get married, they will definitely move out and live with He Wei, which means there is one more person missing.

"It seems that I don't have enough company for my wife, so that I can make my wife so sentimental..."

"What are you doing? Liuliu is right next to you!"

"Do something meaningful so that my wife won't be too idle and will think about it..."

On New Year's Eve, Yun Xiangyao slept until noon before getting up. Fortunately, Yun Zhibin and Su Xiuling moved out, and Song Chi was not at home, otherwise Yun Xiangyao would be shameless to see people.

She felt that Song Mian wanted to be close to the people who were far apart from them so that he could expose the beast's fangs!

When she got up, Song Mian had already prepared all the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, so she waited for Su Xiuling and the others to start working after they arrived in the evening.

"Don't you gather with the Song family next to you this year?" Yun Xiangyao was a little confused.

"Liu Liu is still young, I have asked Song Yao to prepare gifts for them all, let's get together next year." Song Mian smiled at Yun Xiangxiang, "What's more, my father can't come back this year."

"Is something wrong?" Yun Xiangyan asked worriedly.

"No, it's a trivial matter." Song Mian said, chuckling and joking, "You can also think that your father is not as capable as me."

In previous years, because of Yun Xiangxi, Song Mian would come back on New Year's Eve at the latest.

Yun Xiangxiang pushed his handsome face away and glanced at him: "Don't think I don't know. Before you met me, you often couldn't come back in the New Year. Later, it was for me to come back."

She had already inquired from Song Qian!

Song Mian seemed to have not heard something wrong in Yun Xiangyao's tone, and even asked for credit: "Are you moved? Mrs. Song?"

Yun Xiangxiang hooked his finger at him, and Song Mian bent down, but unexpectedly his wife grabbed the front of her.

"What moved? I repeatedly reminded you not to work overtime and not to stay up late. You treat my words as a warning to you, and you still want me to praise you?"

A smile permeated the eyes of Song Mian, holding Yun Xiangyao's hand: "I listen to you, but my brain can control my body, but I can't control my heart that I want to see you earlier."

This is how this man is. He always uses sugar-coated shells to bomb the little bit of thorns she has finally accumulated!

She didn't even have the reason to have an affair: "Mr. Song, do you know? I think I'm afraid I won't be able to experience the feeling of quarrel with you in my life."

Song Mian is too rational and too indulged in her.

"What should I do? It's really a bit difficult." Song Mian looked embarrassed, "I think as long as it has something to do with you, I can't tolerate anything and can't give in."

Yun Xiangyao suddenly had a bad intention: "Be careful, I will put a cuckold on you."

Song Mian's purple-black eyes suddenly became dangerous and blurred. He stretched out his long arms to block her waist, wrapping her with a very aggressive aura: "Mrs. Song, it seems that I didn't work hard enough last night, so that you can still think of this word."

Thinking of last night's plea, Yun Xiangyao shuddered: "I... I will take it back, take back what I just said."

Song Mian smiled and glanced at his wife who was arrogant and now cowardly, smiling without saying a word.

Yun Xiang thought she had dug a big hole for herself in the New Year and could only start acting, looking aggrieved: "You just said that you can tolerate me in anything and give in to me. How long has it been forgotten?..."

"Mom cries, dad is bad!" Liu Liu came to find his parents with the people who were taking care of him.

He can say three words now, but his vocabulary is not very large. Yun Xiang thought that when he was one year old, he should be able to say a short sentence of five words.

As early as when he felt someone coming, Song Mian let go of Yun Xiangxiang. Yun Xiangxiang looked at his son and took the opportunity to run over.

He picked up his son and walked around halfway through the air, which caused Liuliu to laugh happily throughout the yard.

Although Song Chi did not come back, Yun Xiangxiang's family of three changed into new clothes made by Yun Xiangxiang, and she used bright red.

She is a cheongsam with snow-white burrs, so the embroidery on it is naturally a gift. She does not have the ability to do so.

Song Mian is in Tang suit, and Liuliu and Song Mian's clothes are exactly the same, but the size is different, and the fabrics and patterns of the three of them are the same.

The family of three stood there and saw a beautiful scenery, which made the Yunlin brothers who were catching up.

When I learned that it was made by my sister, I yelled that my sister was biased.

"If you two feel that brothers of the same style as your nephew are not embarrassed to pretend, I will take some time to make it for you!" Yun Xiangyan smiled embarrassedly.

I never thought that the two uncles didn't feel embarrassed at all, so I asked for it in unison.

Anyway, Yun Xiangyao thought about making a set for his parents, and he had already started to choose styles and fabrics. It wouldn't be possible to make one more set for his younger brother, but he didn't dare to tell the specific time, so he could only do it as soon as possible.

During the New Year, Yun Xiangxiang naturally received a lot of blessings. She would respond carefully one by one every year. This year, she unexpectedly received a call from Milles. In previous years, Milles sent her a New Year greeting card email.

"This time I'll invite you again to participate in my movie, I hope I'm not late." Millers' Chinese actually made rapid progress. In addition to the tone, he was not bad with Chinese people.

"I'm very honored that you can still think of me now." Yun Xiangyao was really touched.

She was associated with Milles at the Shenshi Film Festival. At that time, he was a fledgling director and she was a newcomer to the entertainment industry.

Later, she became more and more glorious in the path of actors, and Millers became more and more smooth in the path of directors.

Milles is no longer the one at Shenshi Film Festival. When she asked who it was, nine out of ten little people who didn’t know.

He is a powerful director who won the Best Director Award last year. Everyone in the entertainment industry around the world knows his name.

What a rare thing he can still offer himself an invitation.

“We are friends.”

For Milles, Yun Xiangxiang has never been an actor, but a friend worthy of making friends.
Chapter completed!