"Weiwei, are you willing to marry me?"

There was a sudden warmth in the palm of his hand, Lin Wei's fingers trembled, and Song Kechen had a gentle smile on his face, just like the spring breeze in March.

These days, Song Kechen really always comes up with these words that caught her off guard no matter when or where, and she has changed from being panic-stricken and unstoppable to being calm and composed now.

She pulled out her hand, put her index finger on Song Kechen's lips, and shook her head with a smirk.

The hand on the opponent's face couldn't be taken back, and was tightly held by the rogue Song Kechen, "Really don't want to?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you don't want to?"

"Yes! I'msure!" Lin Wei chuckled, and the man opposite covered his chest with a wounded expression, shaking his head repeatedly, "Oh, I was shot, Wei Wei, you stabbed a knife in my heart!"

"Okay, don't make trouble! It's time for us to go home." Xiaomo was still waiting for her to breastfeed.

This little guy grows up and looks more and more like Lu Fan, especially his eyebrows and eyes will always make people dazed. Although his father is not by his side, watching him grow up day by day also makes her more stable and stable.

For the past six months, she has been living in Song Kechen's apartment in France. Although she doesn't share a bed, from the eyes of the neighbors, they are husband and wife and have a lovely son.

In front of the villa, a champagne-colored car was parked outside, the door opened, and a black stiletto ladies leather shoe was exposed, followed by a slender and tight calf.

"Ms. Lin." The woman who got out of the car was dressed in a purple-red cheongsam, her hair pulled up high showed the woman's edges and corners, her red lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were shrewd and bright.

"Mom, why are you here?" Song Kechen frowned at the woman and embraced Lin Wei behind him, like a hen protecting her chicks.

"You said that! If you don't go back to China for half a year, have you really forgotten me and your father!?" Although the woman seemed dignified, her tone was full of concern.

"This is Miss Lin, right?" Mother Song asked Lin Wei immediately.

"Hello Auntie."

Lin Wei's sudden appearance of Mother Song was not surprising at all.

three days ago.

Lin Wei received a call from Mother Song to express her gratitude to her, thanking her for finally leaving Song Kechen and returning to Lu Fan. She told the truth inexplicably, saying that she was still in France.

Mother Song angrily muttered, "The media is really blind or something" and hung up the phone. Sure enough, she came over in person today.

Lin Wei came over with a cup of coffee cautiously, "Auntie, I heard that Ke Chen said that you like drinking black coffee. I haven't brewed it for a long time, and my hands may be a little raw. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Mother Song didn't pick it up. It was Song Kechen who saw that Lin Wei was embarrassed and then took it and put it on the table. She was very knowledgeable and knew that Mother Song didn't like her, so she went upstairs to leave space for their mother and son.

When she closed the door on the second floor, she still caught a faint voice downstairs: "I admit, Lin Wei's appearance and temperament are impeccable, but there is only one thing, she is a divorced A woman with a child, your father and I will never agree on this point. Who would buy a second-hand house if you can buy a first-hand house? There must be an outsider living in this second-hand house?"

"You are blinded by lard, and she is fascinated by her! Be obedient, and go home with your mother!" Mother Song's tone was tough, and Lin Wei smiled bitterly and closed the door.