Chapter 1126 Millers' Third Invitation

Song Qian and He Wei had also experienced too much, Yun Xiangxiang was delighted and suddenly a little sad.

"Why is it a little depressed instead?" Although Yun Xiangxiang didn't show it, Song Mian could still feel it. After coaxing Liuliu to sleep, Song Mian asked in a low voice.

"It's just that I'm not used to it. It feels like more and more people are leaving us." Yun Xiangxiang laughed, feeling that he had also become emotional.

Song Yao and Zhu Yuan are married, but they live outside. Zhu Yuan has Zhu Yuan's job, and Song Yao also has a house belonging to Song Yao.

Song Yao used to live in Song Zhai. Although Song Yao is not a talkative person, there is still a big difference between having one more person and one less person.

When Song Qian and He Wei get married, they will definitely move out to live with He Wei, that is, there will be one less person.

"It seems that I didn't accompany my wife enough to make my wife so sentimental..."

"What are you doing, Liuliu is right next to you!"

"Do something meaningful, so that my wife won't be too busy to think wildly..."

On New Year's Eve, Yun Xiangxiang didn't wake up until noon. Fortunately, Yun Zhibin and Su Xiuling moved out, and Song Chi wasn't at home, otherwise Yun Xiangxiang would really be ashamed.

She felt that Song Mian wished that the people close to him would be separated from them so that he could show his fangs!

When she got up, Song Mian had basically prepared all the dishes to be prepared for the New Year's Eve dinner, and was waiting for Su Xiuling and the others to come in the evening before starting to cook.

"Aren't you going to get together with the Song family this year?" Yun Xiangxiang was a little confused.

"Liu Liu is still young, I have already asked Song Yao to prepare congratulatory gifts for them, let's get together next year." Song Mian smiled at Yun Xiangxiang, "What's more, father won't come back this year."

"Did something happen?" Yun Xiangxiang asked worriedly.

"No, it's trivial matters." Song Mian said with a chuckle, "You can also be a father without me."

In previous years, because of Yun Xiangxiang, Song Mian had to come back on New Year's Eve at the latest.

Yun Xiangxiang pushed his handsome face away, and glanced at him: "Don't think I don't know, before you met me, you often couldn't make it back for the New Year, and then came back specially for me."

She had already asked Song Qian about it!

Song Mian didn't seem to hear that there was something wrong with Yun Xiangxiang's tone, and he even asked for credit: "Is it touched? Mrs. Song?"

Yun Xiangxiang hooked his fingers at him, Song Mian bent down, but was unexpectedly grabbed by his wife's front.

"What moved you? I repeatedly told you not to work overtime or stay up late. You ignored my words and wanted me to praise you?"

There was a smile in Song Mian's eyes, and he held Yun Xiangxiang's hand: "I listened to you, but my brain can control my body, but it can't control my heart that wants to see you sooner."

This man is like this, every time he uses sugar-coated shells to bombard the thorns she has accumulated so hard!

She didn't even have an excuse to attack: "Mr. Song, you know, I don't think I will be able to experience the feeling of arguing with you in this life."

Song Mian was too sensible and indulged her too much.

"What to do, it's really difficult." Song Mian made a look of perplexity, "I think, as long as it's related to you, there's nothing I can't tolerate, and I can't back down."

Yun Xiangxiang suddenly had a bad intention: "Be careful, I'll put a green hat on you."

Song Mian's purple-black eyes suddenly became dangerous and blurred. He stretched out his long arms to stop her waist, and wrapped her in an aggressive aura: "Mrs. Song, it seems that I didn't work hard enough last night. so that you can still think of the word."

Thinking of the begging last night, Yun Xiangxiang shuddered: "I... I take it back, take back what I just said."

Song Mian stared at his wife, who was still arrogant just now, with a smile that was not a smile, and smiled without saying a word.

Yun Xiangxiang felt that she had dug a big hole for herself in the New Year, so she could only start acting, with a grievance on her face: "You said just now that you can tolerate me and give in to me. How long ago have you forgotten..."

"Mom is crying, dad is bad!" Liuliu followed his caregiver to look for his parents at this time.

He can speak three words now, but his vocabulary is not very large. Yun Xiangxiang thinks that when he is one year old, he should be able to speak short sentences of five words.

Song Mian let go of Yun Xiangxiang as soon as he sensed someone coming. Yun Xiangxiang looked at his son and took the opportunity to run over.

Picking up his son, he made a half circle in the air, causing Liuliu to laugh happily throughout the yard.

Although Song Chi didn't come back, Yun Xiangxiang's family of three still put on the new clothes that Yun Xiangxiang made, she used bright red.

She is a cheongsam with snow-white fringe, and the embroidery on it is naturally to please someone, and she doesn't have the ability to do it yet.

Song Mian is in a Tang suit, and Liuliu and Song Mian's clothes are exactly the same, but the size is different. The fabric and pattern of the three of them are the same.

A family of three stood there, and there was a beautiful scenery, and the Yunlin brothers who rushed to see it were envious.

After learning that my sister did it, I yelled that my sister was partial.

"If you two think it's not shameful to pretend to be a brother with the same style as your nephew, I'll spare some time to do it for you!" Yun Xiangxiang smiled narrowly.

Unexpectedly, the two uncles didn't feel ashamed at all, so they asked for it in unison.

Anyway, Yun Xiangxiang also wanted to make a set for his parents, and had already begun to choose the style and fabric. It would not work to make another set for his younger brother, but he didn't dare to say the exact time, so he could only do it as soon as possible.

During the new year, Yun Xiangxiang naturally received a lot of blessings, and she would seriously reply to them every year. This year, she also unexpectedly received a call from Milles. In previous years, Milles would send her a New Year's card mail.

"This time, I invite you again to participate in my movie. I hope you are not too late." Milles' Chinese has improved by leaps and bounds. Apart from the intonation, he is no different from the Chinese.

"I'm honored that you can still think of me now." Yun Xiangxiang was really moved.

He and Millers became attached to each other at the Shanghai Film Festival, when he was a fledgling director and she was a brand newcomer in the entertainment industry.

Later, she became more and more brilliant as an actor, and Millers became smoother and smoother as a director.

Today's Milles is no longer the little person she asked who was at the Shenshi Film Festival. Nine out of ten people don't know.

He is a powerful director who won the Best Director Award in the Grand Hall last year. People in the entertainment circles all over the world know his name.

He was still able to invite himself, what a rare thing.

"We are friends."

For Milles, Yun Xiangxiang has never been an actor, but a friend worth making.