Chapter 956 My Mother Is Allergic to Roses

The cabinet on the east side of the master bedroom was full of sexy lingerie.

Some were bought by her, and others were given by Gu Jingyan to tease her.

Her words were a hint, and it was a hint that only two people could understand.

The sound over there made Han Ruoxing's heart tremble. Could it be... Could it be...

"You are so clumsy, can you be more careful?"

However, the voice from the other end of the phone was Gu Jingyan's calm and indifferent voice, and it seemed that he was not talking to her.

At this moment, in the old house of the Gu family, Lin Shu looked at Gu Jingyan, who picked up the phone on the ground and scolded him inexplicably, with a puzzled look on his face, and blinked his eyes.

When Gu Jingyan's eyes flew over, he was startled and tried, "Sorry? Mr. Gu?"

On the other side, Han Ruoxing, who was originally expecting, suddenly fell down. Could it be that she really thought too much?

Gu Jingyan looked at Lin Shu with satisfaction and said lightly, "Go out."

After sending Lin Shu away, Gu Jingyan asked again, "What did you say about the closet on the east side of the bedroom?"

Han Ruoxing...

She said dejectedly, "Nothing."

Gu Jingyan said again, "I'll pick you up later" and hung up.

Han Ruoxing held her chin, puzzled.

Song Tianjun came out with the fruit and saw Han Ruoxing frowning and looking distressed.

He reached out and flicked her head gently, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Han Ruoxing came back to her senses, rubbed her forehead, and called "brother".

Song Tianjun sat down next to her and handed her the fruit fork. There were cut mangoes on the plate, with a strange shape, which was obviously made by a young master who had never been in the kitchen.

Han Ruoxing smiled and put one in his mouth, whispering teasingly, "Brother, if you care half as much about the suitors around you as you do about your sister, Dad would have been a grandfather long ago."

Song Tianjun said, "If I really had so many suitors, would I still be single?"

Song Tianjun was telling the truth. The eldest son Song was handsome, but he had a "bad reputation" and had done a lot of rebellious things since he was a child. Especially in order to vent his anger for Song Jiayu, he hung those bullying kids on the roof of the school building one by one. Anyone who heard about it would be afraid.

There were some who were fascinated by his appearance, but most of them were scared away. For so many years, only Molly dared to pursue him openly.

Thinking of Molly, he felt unlucky, so Han Ruoxing changed the subject and asked in a low voice, "Brother, did you get the black box?"

Song Tianjun nodded.

Han Ruoxing's eyes lit up, "Then--"

Before she could finish her words, Song Tianjun stopped her with food. He curled his lips and teased, "Isn't the one your brother cut by himself better than the one cut by Sister Sun?"

Han Ruoxing was startled, and the next second she heard Su Wanqin's voice from behind, "Ruoxing, I made a bowl of barley and red bean porridge for you."

Han Ruoxing's eyes flashed, swallowed the fruit, and said politely, "Thank you, Aunt Su."

Su Wanqin was about to hand it to her, and Song Tianjun stood up and said, "Let me do it."

As he reached out to take it, Su Wanqin handed it over, but the moment the hand changed, the bowl fell, the soup spilled all over the floor, and the bowl broke into pieces.

Song Tianjun frowned, as if a little annoyed, "Aunt Su, why did you let go in advance?"

Su Wanqin was stunned for a moment. She was sure that Song Tianjun had received it before she let go. Did he do it on purpose?

Su Wanqin thought of the crashed plane, and her mind was full of thoughts. Just as she was about to speak, a voice came from afar.

"What happened?"

Song Wanqian had just finished offering incense to his deceased wife and heard a noise when he went out. He was startled and asked loudly while walking here in a hurry.

Su Wanqin turned around and explained, "The soup I brought to Ruoxing fell to the ground," and then turned to Song Tianjun and said, "I'm sorry, Tianjun, I thought you caught it. Did it burn you?"

Song Tianjun looked at her inquiringly, then retracted his gaze, "It's okay, it's just a pity that Aunt Su's bowl of soup was lost."

After that, he looked at Han Ruoxing lovingly, "You're out of luck."

Han Ruoxing smiled and said, "I'm full of the dishes prepared by Aunt Su, and I couldn't drink it anyway, so I'll just treat it as peace and happiness every year."

Song Wanqian also followed, "That's right, peace and happiness every year, let Sister Sun clean it up, and you ask Jiayu to come down to get the New Year's money."

When Han Ruoxing heard "New Year's money", her ears stood up, and she blinked at Song Tianjun, as if asking, "There's still New Year's money?"

Song Tianjun wanted to hold his forehead. Ms. He Yurou had raised her in a wealthy way, so why did she become greedy for money?

Sister Sun cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, and Song Jiayu also went downstairs. She changed into a light yellow long skirt, her hair was loosely tied into a braid, and her makeup was light, which revealed a bit of beauty.

She greeted Song Tianjun warmly, and when her eyes fell on Han Ruoxing, she was a little cold and didn't ask her.

Song Tianjun didn't know about the quarrel between the two last night, and thought that the two of them didn't get along because of Gu Jingyan, and couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with Song Jiayu.

Song Wanqian was very happy because his son returned safely and because the Song family was going to have a new member.

The three of them received red envelopes when they paid New Year's greetings. Song Jiayu handed her red envelope to Song Tianjun and said softly, "Brother, luckily you returned safely. I want to pass on the blessings my parents gave me this year to you. May you be safe and happy in the new year."

Song Tianjun lowered his eyes and took it, "Thank you, Jiayu."

Song Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she thought that their relationship had been repaired, Song Tianjun turned around and handed the red envelope she gave him, as well as his own, to Han Ruoxing.

"Keep it for my brother first."

Instantly, Song Jiayu's face turned particularly ugly.

Keep, it sounds good, but it actually means to give it away. He gave the things she gave him to Han Ruoxing so easily.

Song Jiayu clenched his hands and said nothing.

Han Ruoxing raised her eyebrows and felt at ease to "keep" for her brother.

Su Wanqin stood not far away, with an inquiring look, passing over the two of them from time to time.

Han Ruoxing pursed her lips and said, "Brother, please help me move the pot of roses in the yard to my room. After the New Year, the weather will be warm. I will try to keep it alive. I think Dad likes that pot of roses very much."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Jiayu objected, "You can't move in. My mother is allergic to roses."

Han Ruoxing was surprised, "Aunt Su, are you allergic to roses?"

Su Wanqin nodded.

Han Ruoxing murmured, "Strange, the essential oil I've been using recently is extracted from roses. You're allergic to roses, so how come you don't react to the essential oil extracted from roses?"

Song Wanqian was stunned and subconsciously looked at Su Wanqin.

Su Wanqin looked calm, but before she could say anything, Song Jiayu's face changed, "What do you mean? Do you mean that my mother pretended to be allergic to roses and didn't let my father keep the flowers at home?"

Han Ruoxing was surprised, and then aggrieved, "Sister Jiayu, why do you think so? I just asked casually because I was curious. Allergies don't look like asthma. Can I still pretend?" (End of this chapter)