Chapter 1000 The Long-Lost Warmth

She is not as arrogant as Song Yaoyao, nor is she as moody as Song Jingwan.

The conversation is simple and the gesture is not too intimate. But Song Wenchuan felt the warmth that he had not seen for a long time. He lowered his head and took a sip, his nose instantly sore.

"tasty?"

Song Weiwei's eyes flashed, she pursed her lips and asked softly.

Song Wenchuan drank the chicken soup in one gulp, nodded with a smile, "It tastes good, it tastes very good——"

It's the taste of home.

He handed the bowl to Song Weiwei, "Is there any more? I want to drink another bowl."

"have."

Song Weiwei was a little flattered. She quickly took it, guessing that Song Wenchuan was probably too busy to eat yet. She filled a bowl of soup and said: "I also made some other things at night. I left them for my brother. They have not been touched. , can I heat it up in the microwave and give it to you?"

Song Wenchuan pressed his stomach, which felt warm.

The warm chicken soup just soothed his aching stomach.

He opened his lips, "Okay."

Microwave ovens heat up meals very quickly, taking just a few minutes.

There were several dishes of Song Wenchuan's favorite dishes placed in front of the table. His hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and he raised his eyes to meet Song Weiwei's eyes, full of expectation.

When Song Wenchuan looked at it, he looked away embarrassedly.

Song Wenchuan finally believed that the food Song Weiwei said was specially left for him was true.

This sister, whom he rarely pays attention to, secretly already knows his preferences so well.

"Weiwei."

Song Wenchuan ate all the food. He watched Song Weiwei clearing the dishes and suddenly stopped her, "Thank you."

"Huh? Thank you. If your brother likes it, I will cook it for you every day." Song Weiwei laughed and said warmly: "We are a family."

She has no family, and neither does Song Wenchuan.

Since Song Jingwan doesn't know how to cherish, why can't she get this family affection?

She will definitely cherish it.

family……

When Song Wenchuan finished washing and lay on the bed, these three words were still echoing in his mind.

His stomach felt warm, he hadn't had such a satisfying meal in a long time.

Song Wenchuan never thought that one day, the family affection he longed for would be obtained from the sister he rarely noticed.

His body sank into the soft bed, and Song Wenchuan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after he fell asleep, he was woken up by an urgent call from his cell phone.

The heart beats fast, like beating a drum.

Song Wenchuan was dizzy and almost doubted whether he would die suddenly in the next second.

He sat up and picked up his phone, "Jingwan?"

"Brother! Help me contact Song Yaoyao! Song Yaoyao is harming me!!"

The sharp, nervous words gave Song Wenchuan a severe headache.

He frowned, "Jingwan, you are in country H, and Yaoyao is in country China. And with Yaoyao's temperament, she will never take the initiative to harm others."

"You don't believe me?? You would rather believe Song Yaoyao than me, right?! Do you know what I have become now? I have become an old woman!! The vitality of my skin is constantly losing! I will become more and more You’re getting older! Doesn’t Song Yaoyao know medical skills? She did all this, she harmed me!!”

The sharp voice forced Song Wenchuan to move his phone away. He took a deep breath and said, "She has no motive to harm you. I believe her."

"Oh, what did you say?"

Song Jingwan sneered, "Are you my brother? Why do you always turn your elbows outward? You have never regarded me as your sister, right? Song Yaoyao has hurt me like this, and you still only believe in her?"