Chapter 70 Born in a Test Tube

"Uncle..." Song Qian followed Yun Xiangxiang and murmured in a voice that she could only hear.

The two had just walked out of Guiyiyuan when it started to rain, so they quickly found a small pavilion to hide from the rain.

"I'll call Song Yao and ask him to bring an umbrella." Song Qian didn't expect that the rain would come as soon as it was said.

Yun Xiangxiang raised his eyes to look at the not so gloomy sky: "It's raining, it won't last long."

But Song Qian had already called.

Yun Xiangxiang sat next to the pillar of the pavilion, twisting his body and watching the drizzle hit the lake, creating ripples.

"It's the young master." When Yun Xiangxiang was in a trance, Song Qian exclaimed in his ear.

Looking up, Yun Xiangxiang was taken aback.

The man was dressed in a long gown, and in the mist and rain, holding an oil-permeable paper umbrella, he came slowly through the fog.

"Let's go, lunch is almost ready." Song Mian handed over an umbrella.

"I'm about to faint from hunger, let's go, think about it." Song Qian took it cleverly, then she opened the umbrella and strode away.

Yun Xiangxiang: ...

"Qianqian!" Song Mian only brought an extra umbrella over, but Song Qian took it away, what should she do.

Song Qian, who was shouted by Yun Xiangxiang, turned her head and seemed to realize that something was wrong, and she was too lazy to walk back: "You and the young master share an umbrella. What age are you? Let's hold an umbrella together. You don't need to be so conservative."

After speaking, continue to move forward.

Yun Xiangxiang: ...

"Let's go." Song Mian changed his hand to hold the umbrella, and then gave up half of the position.

It's no age, and it's not a big deal to hold an umbrella together. The big bosses have condescended to hold an umbrella for her, so why is she being hypocritical.

The two walked side by side, under the drizzle, under the oil-paper umbrella, silent.

"Song Mian..." Suddenly Yun Xiangxiang said, and then slightly raised his head to look at him, "Have you never been close to a girl before?"

Song Mian's eyes brightened: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, Yun Xiangxiang lowered his head: "No wonder, I feel that Qianqian seems to have misunderstood your intentions, she seems to be making do with us."

If Yun Xiangxiang didn't see Song Qian's intentions, she would be a fool. But she didn't see what Song Mian was thinking, mainly because she didn't know why she felt that Song Mian would not like an ordinary person like her.

No misunderstanding...

Song Mian really wanted to say this to Yun Xiangxiang, but considering that Yun Xiangxiang was only seventeen years old, he was underage. I'm afraid she still doesn't understand, if he speaks out, it will scare her and make her misunderstand that she has bad habits.

Just wait a little longer, he can let her know next year, and he can also use this time to let her know how good he is.

Song Mian didn't answer, Yun Xiangxiang also felt that Song Mian was not easy to answer such a question, why would she ask Song Mian so bluntly?

In fact, Yun Xiangxiang subconsciously wanted to test Song Mian, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Song Mian was not what she suspected.

"Song Mian, what does your uncle like?" Yun Xiangxiang immediately changed the subject happily.

"Uncle..." Song Mian frowned, his eyes swept over the orchid flowers Yun Xiangxiang held in his hand, "Who gave you flowers?"

"Yeah." Yun Xiangxiang nodded, "I heard the sound of the erhu, and for some reason I had an irresistible urge to walk in. Not only did he not blame me for disturbing, he even gave me a pot of flowers. I'm sorry, but he won't allow me to refuse, I want to send a gift back, it may not be expensive, it's just a thought."

"He's not my uncle, he's my father." Song Mian said suddenly.

Yun Xiangxiang stopped and looked at Song Mian in astonishment: "He, he looks so young!"

Song Mian is almost twenty-seven years old, but that person only looks thirty!

"He's fifty years old." Song Mian said with a smile, "Well, he has a way of keeping in good health so that he doesn't look old."

No matter how old he is, a fifty-year-old man who looks like a thirty-year-old man is scary, right?

But considering that he is a family of genius doctors, it is a matter of course that he has some unique maintenance skills.

"Then your eyes must be inherited from your mother." Yun Xiangxiang smiled.

"It should be..." Song Mian's tone was a little uncertain.

"Should?" Yun Xiangxiang immediately recalled, under what circumstances a child has never seen his mother, "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's not what you think." Song Mian replied with a normal expression, "My mother may still be alive. I was born in a test tube. My mother is not my father's wife. Strictly speaking, my father is not married yet. She took a sum of money and was responsible for giving birth to me."

Yun Xiangxiang never thought that Song Mian had such a background, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

He was keenly aware of Yun Xiangxiang's affection, how could Song Mian let go of this opportunity: "The marriage of close relatives in the ancestors of the Song family was serious, which made it difficult for our direct line to reproduce, and it was even more difficult when it came to my father. The test tube failed in the end. My father had to go abroad to look for it. Of the thirty-five mothers, only my mother succeeded in giving birth to me."

"Then you..." Yun Xiangxiang asked subconsciously, and immediately realized that he had crossed the line.

"I've been functioning normally so far." Song Mian replied solemnly.

For some reason, Yun Xiangxiang's face was a little hot, and he lowered his head pretending to be an ostrich.

Naturally, he didn't see Song Mian's magnificent twinkling eyes above her, smiling.

Soon after arriving at the dining room, Yun Xiangxiang looked at the stacks of dishes on the dining table that were as exquisite as works of art, and felt ashamed to put down his chopsticks, feeling a little guilty for destroying these things.

"These are all common ingredients, but the vegetables are all grown in our own home in the back mountain. This house is set up by a Fengshui master. Fengshui is good, and the fruits and vegetables grown are also delicious. You should eat more." Mr. Song Mian I put a piece of lotus root for Yun Xiangxiang.

This kind of lotus root is very glutinous in the mouth, and a little bit of sweetness will seep out after chewing. It is really delicious!

Once the taste buds were opened, Yun Xiangxiang didn't hesitate. Just as Song Mian said, their food was so delicious that one could bite one's tongue off.

Completely retaining the most original deliciousness of the ingredients without conflicting with the condiments, Yun Xiangxiang rarely ate two bowls of rice.

After lunch, Yun Xiangxiang hugged a pot of orchids, and then left the Song family with some medicine.

After all, she didn't ask Song Mian's father's preferences, so she could only take a look at it slowly, and if she met him later, she thought it would be suitable to return another gift.

"I will take care of this pot of orchids from now on." After returning home, Song Qian found a good place to put the orchids, and then told everyone, "You must not touch them casually."

Looking at Song Qian's posture, Yun Xiangxiang had a bad feeling: "Is this pot of orchids very expensive?"

"Expensive?" Song Qian said with a smile, "This pot of orchids is more expensive than your house."

Yun Xiangxiang:! ! !

Oh, so instead of eating up a house, she's moving back into one...