Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

Yu Pingfang's attitude was so firm for the first time. No matter how hard Song Song fought, she pretended not to notice.

She could bear it, but it made Song Shengwen suffer.

Father Song couldn't see his daughter keeping him alone in the house without eating or drinking. He would often go outside the door and lie down at the window to look in. Every time he could only see a small figure huddled in the corner, which made him feel distressed. Extremely.

He was anxious, but he couldn't reason with his wife head-on. In the end, he ended up at a loss.

On this day, Song Shengping held the rice bowl as usual, gently placed it on the window sill outside Song Song's house, and called out in a soft voice: "Good girl, come here for dinner."

"You should eat as much as you can, and don't be in trouble with your body. Your mother is just angry for a moment. It would be better for you to wait until her anger subsides and then talk to her properly than to go on a diet and be angry now."

"..."

Song Shengwen waited outside the house for a long time, but didn't hear any noise. He sighed and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a rustling sound inside.

It sounded like someone was walking over.

He hurriedly moved forward, and then he saw a small opening in the window door, and the little girl's thin and soft voice came through the crack, "Dad...will mom agree to my marrying Zhao Haicheng?"

The daughter was finally willing to take the initiative to speak. How could Song Shengwen give up this opportunity?I originally thought that by coaxing her while the iron was hot, she would at least stop seeking death and seek life, and pay more attention to her body.

But many of the words were stuck in his throat, and he was about to spit them out. A sharp gaze from behind made his scalp tingle.

"Hiss..." Song Shengwen smiled coquettishly and turned his head.

Yu Pingfang rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously.

Father Song rubbed his hands in embarrassment and slowly walked out as if nothing had happened. He didn't relax until he felt his wife's eyes no longer staring at him.

Yu Pingfang stood there and glanced at the window door that suddenly closed at some point, feeling a pain in her heart.

But there was really nothing she could do.

Song Song had been very well-behaved since he was a child and almost never talked back to them. But for some reason, he was so stubborn on this matter.

She felt helpless, rubbed her forehead, and went back to the house.

A few seconds later, Song Song, who was huddled in the corner, shook his clothes and let out a long breath.

When she was sure there was no movement outside the house, she quietly opened the window and door, brought the food that Father Song had put on it into the house, and took a few bites in a very low voice.

To be fair, she was the most intolerable of going on a hunger strike, because she would be so hungry that she couldn't bear it, so she could only wait for others to leave before eating secretly.

It's so humbling.

Song Song sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

If it weren't for completing the task, Yu Pingfang would probably never mention marrying Zhao Haicheng again from the first moment she showed dissatisfaction.

Song Song has no other merits, except that he is obedient.

Unfortunately, no if.

She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that Yu Pingfang would soften her heart soon so that she could complete the task quickly and slip to the next world.

"..." System, who had been squatting in the corner doing nothing all day long, couldn't help but be silent for a while after hearing Song Song's inner thoughts.

It turned its head and glanced at the world consciousness that had been particularly cold a few days ago. Then it remembered the son of the plane who refused to take his eyes away from Song Song, and couldn't help but snorted.

"Okay, as long as we complete the task early this time, we can leave as long as we can, so as not to look at other people's bad looks." The system pouted, looking confident.

It is waiting for world consciousness to come and beg them to stay.

……

Song Shengwen, who couldn't please both parties, decided to hide outside for the time being. He happened to have to go to school on weekdays, so it would be good to arrive early.

With this thought in mind, he went out and took the side road in the village.

This path leads to the back mountain. It is made by people stepping on it naturally. It is not as flat as the main road, so there are not many people walking on it.

Song Shengwen carried a military green cross-body bag and was walking forward when he saw a tall figure in the distance, taking long steps.

The man had long arms and legs, and he walked very fast. He bumped into Song Shengwen in a short while.

It's Zhao Haicheng.

Song Shengwen stood there without moving, secretly looking at him from top to bottom.

It is rare for a man to dress properly, unlike those who work in the village, who just wear a short vest for convenience, as if they have deliberately arranged it, even the hem of their shirts is neatly arranged.

Her hair also seemed to be combed neatly.

Song Shengwen looked at his face again.

It took quite a while to find any fault.Don't tell me, Zhao Haicheng is really good-looking.

He is tall, upright and upright, and stands out.

It's no wonder that my daughter hates marrying him with all her heart as soon as she sees him.

"Ahem." Zhao Haicheng coughed twice uncomfortably, and his thick eyebrows drooped a little.

This voice instantly brought Song Shengwen back from his thoughts. Then he felt that his behavior was a bit impolite. He took two steps back and twitched the corner of his mouth at the "culprit" in front of him, smiling superficially but not smiling at all.

"Where are you going, Uncle Song?" Zhao Haicheng spoke first.

Song Shengwen tried his best to look natural and raised his hand, "Today is my working day and I will go to school to teach."

When the words fell, they ended the topic of Zhao Haicheng, but did not bring up the topic. It was obvious that they did not want to talk to him anymore.

Anyone who knows how to wink has already understood ten thousand times by now where he should go, but Zhao Haicheng didn't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. He just stood there and refused to move.

The path was narrow and if he refused to let go, Song Shengwen had no choice but to stop where he was and look at him awkwardly.

Father Song was afraid that he had not seen a scoundrel for a long time. After a period of speechless silence, his hands shook, and he finally couldn't hold it back and said, "Where are you going, Xiao Zhao? He is dressed so smartly today."

"Oh, it's nothing. I just plan to take the matchmaker to propose marriage." Zhao Haicheng said very naturally, without any look of discomfort on his face.

If you look carefully, you can still see the complacency and contentment in his eyes.

"Oh, propose marriage, propose marriage."

Song Shengwen nodded and didn't react. After answering several times, he was about to pat Zhao Haicheng on the shoulder and ask him to make way for him. Before he could put his hand on him, he suddenly came to his senses.

He raised his head suddenly and stared blankly at Zhao Haicheng, so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"What did you just say?! Propose marriage???"

This was the first time Father Song spoke so fast, and he almost sprayed Zhao Haicheng in the face with his saliva.

The man blinked his narrow phoenix eyes, looked calm and composed, and stretched out his hand to help Song Shengwen.

But there is no doubt about what he said, "Yes, I am planning to come to your house to propose marriage."

Song Shengwen:? ? ?