My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

"Squeak—"

With a soft sound, the door in front of him slowly opened, revealing the figure of a woman.

It was a very gentle woman, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as Song Wang's, her hair was tied casually behind her head with a rubber band, loose and loose, and the broken hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks was slightly curled, and she stretched her hand behind her ears.

She was probably cooking, with her sleeves pushed up to her arms, and a floral apron around her body.

When she saw the person coming, the water in her eyes immediately opened up, and she said with a smile: "I'm back."

Song Wang smiled and responded softly.

Mrs. Song's surname is Yang, and there is one word for Ye. It is said that Song's father noticed her because of this very artistic name.

"Come in, are you tired from the journey?"

Mrs. Song saw that Song Wang's hands were full of things, and she said angrily: "It's not a festival, why do you bring so many things, you child..."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her head and noticed the tall man with half of her body exposed behind Song Wang.

In order to show his maturity and stability today, Ke Yanze specially changed into a white shirt and buttoned every button of the shirt meticulously.

Fortunately, Song Wang stopped him, otherwise he might have even put on his suit.

Ke Yanze pursed his lips tightly, noticing Mrs. Song was looking at him, and immediately stood up a little more.

Mrs. Song said with a smile: "This is bringing friends, please come in quickly."

Ke Yanze straightened his back and said seriously, "Hello, Auntie."

Seeing this scene, Song Wang couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, Master Ke, who has always called the wind and rain, would be so nervous sometimes.

"Hey, good." Madam Song smiled so much that her eyes narrowed, she turned sideways to let Song Wang and Ke Yanze come in, and said:

"You guys came just in time, I was just cooking, and I can eat it in a while."

Song Wang put down his things, bent down and took out his own pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, put them at Ke Yanze's feet, took out Song Shu's to wear, and said:

"What did you cook today?"

"You didn't tell me in advance, I didn't know you were coming back, and I was researching new dishes," Mrs. Song said, "But it's also good, you can just help me taste it and see where I need to improve."

Song Wang's hand holding the shoe paused a little when he heard the "new dish", then returned to normal, and said with a smile:

"Well, that's really nice."

Ke Yanze changed his shoes and was about to walk in with his things when Mrs. Song quickly took the big and small bags from his hand and said with a smile:

"Come, come, auntie, come and get it. Are you a friend of our Wang? Oh, you are really white and good-looking. Ah Wang rarely brings friends home to play."

When Ke Yanze heard the words, he glanced at Song Wang with some pride in his eyes.

"Mom, Yan Ze gave you this." Song Wang accepted his gaze and said with a smile, "He has always wanted to see you."

Mrs. Song's eyes widened a little: "This...let me say something."

"No, we are all family." Song Wangyan said concisely.

Mrs. Song didn't react to his words, but Ke Yanze looked at him more, with a smile in his eyes.

Mrs. Song went to the kitchen to work on her new dishes, and asked Song Wang to treat Ke Yanze well.

Ke Yanze walked in, looking at the place where Song Wang lived before.

The three-bedroom apartment is transparent from the north to the south, and the apartment is very comfortable. The living room is also clean and tidy. Just like Mrs. Song's gentle personality, the style tends to be warm.