Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

"I like this too! Dad, I think Sister Jiayu and I are so destined. We have exactly the same vision!"

Song Wanqian said happily, "How else could we be a family?"

Song Jiayu felt her heart bleed when she saw the scene of a loving father and a filial daughter.

She spent a lot of money on these ornaments in her room, and some of them were even obtained by having many connections. When she returned to China, she specially packed them in several layers and shipped them back. She only saved twenty or thirty of them over the years.

Qiao Ruoxing picked up more than half of them!

She thought about the phrase "We look alike" and suddenly remembered the words Nan Hong and Qiao Ruoxing said when she looked at them at her birthday party.

She said, "We have quite similar eyesight."

Qiao Ruoxing mentioned this sentence again and again, as if he pointed it out deliberately.

Qiao Ruoxing was merciless. When she came, she and Song Tianjun were empty-handed. When they left Song Jiayu's room, the two of them had their arms full, and Song Wanqian even helped to pick up two.

He was even worried that his daughter wouldn't be able to hold it. When he saw a "woven bag" hanging in Song Jiayu's room, he turned around and said, "Jiayu, let Ruoxing put something in this bag."

Song Jiayu turned around and saw that she had just bought a new bag from a noble lady brand and had not even used it once after opening it!

She quickly said, "Dad, let me find you a plastic bag."

Song Wanqian had already opened the bag, "The plastic bag is not strong. It would be very distressing if it gets damaged."

Then he said to Qiao Ruoxing, "Ruoxing, come here, put it inside so it's easy to take."

Qiao Ruoxing, as if she didn't know anything about stuff, stuffed things into them one after another, and praised, "Sister Jiayu, this bag is quite good."

Song Jiayu's heart ached as she watched her useless lady's bag being turned into a luggage bag.

Su Wanqin looked at the faintly red eyes of her daughter, pursed her lips and said, "Ruoxing, you will also live at home in the future. There is no need to take this thing away at once. As long as you like it, you are welcome to come and get the jade anytime."

"How presumptuous is it to come here to get it every time?" Qiao Ruoxing said with a smile, "And it's not heavy either. Aunt Su, please don't worry about me."

Su Wanqin was silent.

So the mother and daughter watched helplessly as Qiao Ruoxing and Song Tianjun moved the ornaments into Qiao Ruoxing's room.

Coming out of the room, Qiao Ruoxing turned to Song Tianjun and asked, "Brother, which room is yours?"

Song Tianjun said, "I don't live here."

Qiao Ruoxing said, "You have to have a room even if you don't live here. You usually go home to accompany your father during holidays, so why don't you stay here for the night? Didn't Aunt Su leave a room for you?"

Su Wanqin's eyelids twitched suddenly, and she said warmly, "Of course there is Tianjun's room, but he doesn't go home to live there, so no one cleans it on weekdays, so it's always been idle."

Qiao Ruoxing finally knew why when she asked Song Tianjun if she wanted to live in the Song family, he would say that it doesn't matter whether you can live in the Song family, but you have to have your room. Why did her brother comment so much on Su Wanqin when they seemed to get along well.

What is the difference between having a room but not cleaning it and not having one?It was obvious that her brother was not welcome to come home.

Qiao Ruoxing smiled and said, "Aunt Su, let's arrange for someone to clean up. There is always no one to clean. Even if my brother wants to stay overnight, he can't stay overnight. He can't just ask him to stay overnight. Can you find someone to clean it? He's not a guest. He can't even stay overnight. There are no ready-made rooms.”

Song Wanqian didn't think anything of it before. Song Tianjun had been very opinionated and had a bad temper since he was a child. After he became an adult, he was reluctant to live at home. Song Wanqian said it several times, but he didn't bother to say it anymore. It's not up to his father to let him go as he grows up. .

Now that the little cotton-padded jacket mentioned this matter, he suddenly felt that it made sense.

Whether the bastard comes back or not, you have to leave him a kennel, and if you marry a wife later, you can't take her home to show him?When the time comes for the daughter-in-law to live at home and tidy up the room, it will seem a bit partial.

He turned to Su Wanqin and said, "What Ruoxing said makes sense. Go back and tell Xiaosun to tidy up Tianjun's room and clean it on time every day. If he can't live in it, the room must be clean."

Su Wanqin curled up her fingers, lowered her eyes, and whispered, "I didn't think well. I'll make arrangements soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sister Sun's voice came, "Sir, Madam, it's time to have your meal."

Song Wanqian pulled Qiao Ruoxing and said, "Ruoxing, let's go down to eat first. If you are full after a while, if you are still dissatisfied, you can tell your father."

Qiao Ruoxing responded with a smile.

The father and daughter took the lead to go downstairs. Song Tianjun was about to follow when Song Jiayu stopped him, "Brother, come back more often. I miss you too."

Song Tianjun said "hmm" and said calmly, "Change your clothes and come down to eat."

After Song Tianjun left, Song Jiayu's face darkened, "The Qiao family raised her to be like this, what do dad and brother like about her?!"

Su Wanqin said lightly, "She is your father's biological daughter. Even if she is a piece of mud, she is still a treasure in his eyes. You don't have to compete with her on this. Your father raised you since you were a child. His love and affection for you Pity is also real, do you understand?”

Song Jiayu took a deep breath and whispered, "I know, Mom."

"Tidy up and go downstairs to eat."

Song Wanqian must have carefully inquired about her taste. Every dish on the table was her favorite.

Song Wanqian arranged Qiao Ruoxing's seat next to him to facilitate his feeding.

Qiao Ruoxing was also very generous and ate a lot.

After half the drinking session, Song Wanqian asked her about her life and work.

He didn't say that he wouldn't let her act at all. He just said that he was worried when he saw an actor who died suddenly after working for dozens of hours in a row and asked her not to work so hard. Quality is more important than quantity.

In fact, filming is not tiring for Qiao Ruoxing at all. She likes acting and even enjoys it on the set. Moreover, she does not rush into scenes. Compared with other actors in the same group, she is not too relaxed.

But Song Wanqian thought that she was worried about herself and would report good news instead of bad news, so she said, "Your face is smaller than at the wedding banquet. Are you still not tired? Don't fool me."

Qiao Ruoxing said with a smile, "Actually, filming is really not tiring. The reason for losing weight may be due to the recent procedures such as changes in equity and property rights, which are more time-consuming and I am a bit busy."

Song Wanqian asked, "Is everything done?"

"That's almost it. I just need Aunt Su to give me the jewelry store. The management rights haven't been changed yet." Qiao Ruoxing paused and looked at Su Wanqin, "Aunt Su, I was too busy the past few days and I haven't talked to you. I called and asked the crew for a day off today. If you are not busy, we can go and go through the formalities in the afternoon, is that convenient?"

Song Wanqian was stunned, "Hasn't the procedure been completed yet?"