President, give me back my body!

Seeing her staring at the photo without speaking, the man thought she was dissatisfied, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"I've done my best. If you are not satisfied, you don't have to pay."

He has been following Ruan Yu for the past two days, and he hasn't found anything wrong at all. She is no different from a normal person, and it is his best to be able to take these photos.

Before Chu Yunshan could speak, he spoke again: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first, and see you later."

After speaking, he got up and left.

Only Chu Yunshan behind her was still looking at the photo carefully.

For some reason, the more she looked at the photos, the more strange she felt.

Obviously the two are husband and wife, and it is normal to be in love, but I always feel that the way they get along is so strange.

She stared at the photo in front of her. In the photo, "Song Huaijin" was leaning on the sofa, reading a fashion magazine in her hand, "Ruan Yu" was standing in front of him, lifting his chin with her hands, with a provocative expression on her face Looking at him, a ruffian feeling.

It should be done by a man, but in the photo it is a woman who did it. It seems that the roles of the two of them have been reversed.

If it is said that this is the fun of getting along between husband and wife, she can understand it, but it is too strange for every photo to be like this.

It's not that I just met Song Huaijin, it's not like him.

It seems that she has to observe the two of them carefully.

Song family.

The living room is magnificently decorated, but yet simple. The crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling reflects colorful light, and the entire space is brightly illuminated.

A man and a woman sat on the sofa, facing each other.

There are already many silver threads shining on the man's head, his facial features are resolute, he looks like he is in his 50s, wearing a pair of reading glasses and casual sportswear.

It can be seen faintly that he should have been a handsome young man when he was young.

The woman is wearing exquisite makeup, wearing a water-blue cheongsam, which outlines a beautiful figure. Even though she is old, her appearance and temperament are still very good, and her charm still exists.

These two people are the male and female masters of the Song family.

Finally, it was Mother Song who broke the silence: "Old Song, did you go to Huaijin's house last time?"

The last time naturally refers to the time he went to see "Ruan Yu".

Hearing the voice, Father Song raised his head, met her gaze, nodded and said, "Well, how did you know?"

Because he knew that she had a bad relationship with Ruan Yu, he didn't tell her when he went to see her.

"Guessed it."

Huaijin went home the day before, and he was going out the day after, and Huaiyue was still with him. Apart from going to Huaijin's house, she really couldn't think of where else to go.

"Ah."

Father Song responded lightly, not too surprised, and didn't say anything more.

"How do you feel about Huaijin's family?" Mother Song asked again.

"It's pretty good. Although the decoration is simple, it's still gorgeous. It's a good place for Huai Jin to cultivate his body and mind, but I don't care."

"What do you care about?"

Speaking of this, Father Song hesitated, thinking about what happened that day, he felt uncomfortable.

In the end, he sighed deeply, and said slowly, "However, I didn't go to see Huai Jin that day."

"Oh?" Mother Song raised her eyebrows, and immediately became interested.

"I heard from Huaiyue that Ruan Yu's leg was injured, so I went to see her."

Hearing this, Mother Song's face darkened in an instant, and she stopped talking.

The relationship between her and Ruan Yu has never been good. From the first time they met, she didn't like her.

In the next few times they got along, the contradiction between them became more and more serious, so that now they can't talk when they meet.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Song's father stopped talking, and then went to read the newspaper.

As night fell slowly, the breeze blew in through the window, Song's mother couldn't help shivering, and then she slowly came back to her senses.

She raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past eight o'clock. She didn't expect that she would sit here for such a long time, and Father Song was no longer there.

Even after thinking about it for such a long time, the matter of Ruan Yu still lingered in her mind.

Although it was true that she and Ruan Yu had some unhappiness, after all, it has been so long and Song Huaijin has also returned home. She is now the daughter-in-law of the Song family, and the past should be let go.

As a mother-in-law, she shouldn't be so fussy and entangled in the past and not let go.

Even if it's for Huaijin, she should go see the injured Ruan Yu, after all, Lao Song has passed away,

After thinking about it, she felt a lot lighter and her mood improved a lot.

The next morning, after Song's mother tidied herself up, she picked up her bag and went outside.

As soon as she went out, a woman approached her. When someone approached her, she saw clearly that it was Song Huaiyue.

Before Mother Song could speak, Song Huaiyue joked, "Mom, you look so good-looking, where are you going?"

Since my elder brother took over the Song family, my parents have been recuperating at home, and I rarely see them going out, except for necessary things.

But nothing happened recently.

"To see your sister-in-law." Mother Song said without hesitation.

"What!" Song Huaiyue couldn't help exclaiming, looking at her in disbelief.

In memory, the relationship between mother and sister-in-law is not good, not to mention that they look like enemies, and it is by no means a good relationship.

It doesn't look like she's joking, what's going on?

"Didn't she hurt her leg? Isn't it reasonable for me, a mother-in-law, to visit my daughter-in-law?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Huaiyue was instantly blocked and speechless.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Song's mother continued: "Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, she walked forward.

"and many more!"

After reacting, Song Huaiyue quickly stretched out her hand and stopped her.

"Huh?" Mother Song looked at her with a puzzled face, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't Dad tell you? The last time I went to see my sister-in-law was not only because she was injured, but also because she had a fight with her brother." Song Huaiyue explained.

Before Mother Song could speak, she went on to say: "The relationship between the two of them is not good right now. Even if you go to see your sister-in-law, she won't give you a good face. It's better to go there after a few days and wait for their relationship to ease. .”

Hearing this, Mother Song nodded knowingly, she always knew whether the relationship between her son and daughter-in-law was good or bad, "Okay, then I will listen to you."

If she quarreled with Father Song and Ruan Yu came to see her, she wouldn't be too happy, so she might as well listen to Huaiyue.

Afterwards, Song Huaiyue entered the house holding Mother Song's hand.

At the same time, on the other side, Song Huaijin's home.

"Ruan Yu" was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and kept rubbing her calf with her hands.

"Song Huaijin" who came down the stairs at the side looked at this scene with a worried face: "Does your leg hurt again?"

Hearing the voice, "Ruan Yu" turned her head, looked over, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "A little bit, but it's much better than before."

"Song Huaijin" came down, came to the sofa, tore off the plaster, and stuck it on his calf.