Although a happy event was about to take place, there was not much cheerful atmosphere at the He family's breakfast table. He Qiyu got together with his old friend Wang Weicong last night and drank too much tea, which caused insomnia before falling asleep in the middle of the night. He slept a little longer in the morning.

, did not come to participate in the first breakfast of this big family.

He Huaizhi was depressed all night last night, but he had to get up early in the morning and go to the company later. To avoid excessive dark circles under his eyes, he also borrowed some concealer from He Qingyi to cover them.

Xie Mulian originally wanted to propose an engagement first, but postponed it for a year and a half, and something might happen later. But He Dongren didn't mention it, and no one rushed the old man to follow up. Not only did he not dare to mention it, but he also wanted to get married early.

, because the old man is already planning to have a great-grandson.

Song Shuyu naturally took the pure milk in front of her and took a sip. She seemed to feel a pair of eyes glancing at her. She raised her eyes but didn't notice anything unusual, so she continued to eat breakfast slowly.

He Dongren glanced at Song Shuyu, hesitated, and said in a serious tone, "Shu Yu, I support your work. There is nothing wrong with being an independent woman. But now that we are members of the He family, we still need to dress like this.

Pay a little attention. At the new product launch that day, the clothes looked good, but they were too sexy. Don’t blame Dad for being old and antique, this is really inappropriate."

Song Shuyu pursed her lips gently and said, "Actually, I also realized it. But the organizer prepared a dress for me that day, and I had to wear it. Dad, I remember it, and I promise not to do it again.

Second-rate."

She finished speaking sweetly and softly, and with that beautiful face, who would have the heart to say anything more.

He Dongren nodded and took another look at Song Shuyu, but he was thinking about something else.

Everyone in the He family except He Huaichi was thinking how great it would be for this woman to become He Huaizhi's wife.

Only He Huaichi was thinking, this woman is already my wife.

After a simple breakfast, Song Shuyu had to go back upstairs to change a set of clothes, and then went back home with He Huaichi.

Xie Mulian stood up and handed over the milk cup, "Drink more milk, it's good for your skin. I see you haven't even taken two sips. Do you think it tastes bad?"

"No. This is how we drink it at home." Song Shuyu took it and drank two more sips in front of Xie Mulian.

"What a good boy. No wonder his skin is so good. Qingyi has not liked drinking milk since he was a child. I have been worried about it for many years. You and Huaichi go back and tell your father and aunt for me."

"knew."

Song Shuyu changed into a decent suit and looked much more mature and stable.

She is born with a good skin, and every time she dresses up in a different style, she will make people’s eyes shine.

He Huaichi was already waiting for her downstairs. When he saw her coming, he took a small step forward to greet her and took her handbag. The two of them looked respectful to each other and went out together.

It took an hour's drive to reach Song's house.

He Huaichi told her last night that he told her late. She didn't know whether she didn't care about the formality of returning home, or she forgot about it for a while. In short, she didn't make a special call to inform him.

But when we arrived at the Song family, it was obvious that the family had made preparations for them both.

He Huaichi asked his assistant to bring over the gifts. There were seven or eight bags of various sizes, which showed that they were prepared in advance.

"Hurry up, Huaichi, sit down, why are you bringing so many things? Just come." Dong Nian said with a warm smile.

He gently took Song Shuyu's hand, but Song Shuyu found it awkward and pulled it back with a calm expression. Dong Nian showed no emotion on his face, but still asked with concern, "Are you exhausted from being out these days? I made some soup for you.

Have a few more sips at noon."

"Thank you." She pursed her lips and smiled, then turned to look at Song Jingliang who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Since her mother passed away, Song Jingliang has become very taciturn. She remembers that her father used to love to laugh and be very talkative.

She walked over, sat next to Song Jingliang, put her arms around his shoulders, and said coquettishly, "Dad, your precious daughter is back, why don't you react at all?"

Song Jingliang put down the newspaper and patted the back of her hand, "This is still your home."

One sentence gave Song Shuyu a sense of security. This place was still her haven, and her father was still her mountain to rely on.

He Huaichi had only seen the warm scene between father and daughter, but had never felt it. He stood to one side, as if he couldn't get a word in.

Song Jingliang put a stack of newspapers on the coffee table and then said, "Why don't you sit down? It's not like the He family to be so formal."
Chapter completed!