Chapter 1268: Chapter 1204: Arrival [Double-Length] (Part 3)
Listen! Listen!
This kid is so considerate!
Song Sancheng couldn’t be bothered about the money, he is just glad that soone values his daughter! He quickly helps Qiaoqiao bring breakfast: “Eat up, eat up! Warm yourself.”
Lun Chuan quickly stands up to take the bowl, but sees Song Sancheng tilt his body: “Take off your coat, so it doesn’t get dirty later…”
Lun Chuan pauses, obediently listening.
Once the coat is off, Lao Song’s Family falls silent again.
How can I say it?
How can I say it?
From the novels and TV dramas Wu Lan has seen, no male lead can compare to her son-in-law!
Now her face is full of joy, smiling so much that her cheeks hurt: “Really great! Really great…”
Wow!
Good thing Tantan acted quickly back then, otherwise with all the matchmaking during the festive season, if Xiaolun visited with a girlfriend, the family wouldn’t know how to cope!
Now it’s great; such an outstanding son-in-law is part of their family!
She takes out her phone, pointing it at Lun Chuan holding the porridge and snaps a photo.
After thinking for a bit, she also photographs the bouquet Song Tan just placed on the coffee table and imdiately posts on her social dia:
[Left Imperial City at 4 AM just to bring my daughter a bouquet… This is a thoughtful gesture!]
Song Sancheng cranes his neck to take a look, then also takes out his phone to comnt:
“Like.”
anwhile, only Lun Chuan holds the bowl, feeling imnse pressure. So he decides to change the subject:
“Uncle, Aunt, it wasn’t convenient to bring gifts on the train, so I only bought so simple items…”
“No worries, no worries!”
Wu Lan is refreshing her social dia feed repeatedly, sees this, and quickly waves her hand:
“Just eat first, gifts aren’t important, your presence is the most heartfelt gift!”
Song Tan can’t help but laugh out loud seeing this, and then calls Qiaoqiao: “Serve a bowl to everyone at ho, let’s eat together.”
A warm bowl of white porridge down the belly, delicious spicy rolls being eaten; on this winter morning, watching the sunrise inch up from the horizon, the white fog gradually disperses…
An exceptionally perfect morning.
After breakfast, Lun Chuan carries his suitcase upstairs, Wu Lan finally says to Song Tan:
“Look quickly! Your aunt comnted, said she’d co over by nine! She also praised Xiaolun, saying Yanping should learn from him…”
Song Tan thinks of Doctor Guo, can’t help but nod: “He should indeed learn.”
Just then, the phone rings —
[Ahhhhh sister! My dear sister Tantan! Is the boyfriend in Auntie’s social dia your boyfriend?]
[Ahhhhhhhh!]
[Song Tan! I’m sorry! I’ll never address you so directly again… Such a godlike person is your boyfriend… You’re really talented! Truly amazing!]
[My mom just shook
awake to show
the photo… You know? You have a boyfriend, so you definitely don’t understand…]
[It’s like being struck awake from a sleepy daze, like a thunderbolt…]
[With a boyfriend like yours, how can you possibly praise Gong Xin Zhi conscientiously!]
[Going crazy.jpg]
[I’m getting up now, my mom said we’d be at your place by eight…]
Coming from Wu Ling — a slew of ssages, not even giving Song Tan a chance to reply, suggests indeed this early morning was a big blow to her.
Song Tan looks over the photo Wu Lan took…
How to comnt on it? You can only say it’s recognizable as Lun Chuan. But his charm, hasn’t been captured at all.
And Wu Lan keeps exclaiming: “Soone from our village comnted… haha, she asked if Xiaolun has brothers…”
As she’s speaking, Lun Chuan walks downstairs carrying a box covered in dark green suede, seeing everyone’s gaze, he smiles:
“Uncle, Aunt, this is the gift I prepared for you.”
“What kind of gift?” Song Tan curiously moves over: “Didn’t I tell you not to bring anything? It’s not convenient with traveling by train.”
As she’s speaking, she opens the box.
Inside, a whole row of gold jewelry neatly laid on black velvet, with large gold bracelets favored by the elderly, a big peony flower necklace, and the round and cute golden chubby lucky pouch…
Glittering gold, conspicuously eye-catching.
Song Tan:…
Lun Chuan clears his throat: “It’s difficult to bring other things, so I thought… maybe this is more practical.”
Lao Song’s Family opens their mouths, for a long while, not knowing what to say.
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