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Yun Xiang thinks that he woke up in Song Mian's arms and turned his head to find that he had woke up long ago, supporting his head with one hand and staring at himself sideways.

With a slight smile at him, Yun thought about and ridiculed: "Don't you look tired every day?"

The corner of the lips gradually evoked a beautiful arc, Song Mian did not answer, and the charming eyes still watched her gently shake her head.

Because of being close, Yun thinks that he clearly sees his purple-black eyes as magnificent and transparent emerald, reflecting his small face.

Yun Xiang thought about not getting up early and having not washed, and leaned forward and kissed him in the face: "Good morning, Mr. Song."

Song Mian's brows and eyes were all covered with a happy smile, and he leaned over and kissed him on the face: "Good morning, Ms. Yun."

After talking, the two looked at each other, and they couldn't help but smile sweetly.

The morning sun had fallen outside the window, and the radiance transmitted in it enveloped the whole room with a warm smell.

In the end it was someone else's house. Yun thought about finding out that she woke up after a sleep and her strength had recovered.

But it was stopped by Song Mian: "You can't exercise vigorously during this time, it will hurt your spleen and stomach."

"Listening to the doctor's words, but I want to breathe fresh air." Yun thinks about asking, "You hold my hand and accompany me to the garden?"

"It's an honor." Song Mian took Yun to think about it and strolled around the Tang's garden.

The garden is very large, it is a kind of pure Chinese country style retro construction, rockery stones, small bridges flowing water, deep courtyard.

Quiet and elegant, there are many flowers blooming in the garden. Occasionally a gust of wind blows and the fragrance is refreshing.

Yun Xianxiang looked at Song Mian sideways, and he looked more dazzling and charming in the sun. She felt that she could walk silently with such a person every day, holding hands, and it was also a different kind of sweet happiness.

After half an hour's walk, I went to Tang's dining room for breakfast with Song Mian, a big table full.

A small dish and a small dish of different delicate dishes, I don't know if the breakfast of the big family is so grand, Yun thought dazzled.

After breakfast, Yun thought about asking Song Mian: "When are we going?"

Today is the 28th. She promised to go to Shuicheng to meet them today. It was originally planned to take off last night, but yesterday she was in such a state.

Fortunately, there was six hours behind, and now we can still arrive on the 28th.

"I have asked Song Yao to prepare, and after lunch we will set off a little bit." It was also supper time.

It's not easy to rest when thinking about flying on the plane at this time. After lunch, I just got into the plane to sleep.

According to her current physical condition, she could sleep for five or six hours, wake up to eat, read a book, or talk to him. When she got off the plane and used dinner, she did not delay her night rest.

In fact, if you think about it, Yun would rather not push it, but not to promise Wu Zhao long ago, and the company has prepared a news bulletin, and Deng Yang has prepared a dress for her.

If you don't go, many people's hard work is in vain. Yun thinks about not being so self-willed.

Lunch is still in the Tang family. The Tang family made a lot of authentic dishes from Guangdong Province to entertain Yun and think about it.

Before they were going to the airport, Mr. Tang gave Yun a very precious jade pendant to think about it. It is said that it was handed down from the Han Dynasty, which scared Yun almost to shake his hand.

"Grandpa Tang, this thing is too expensive." Yun thinks it's not polite, but really too expensive.

"It's just a token. This time the Tang family has caused you trouble. You don't blame me for giving this old guy a face, but we should still express our heart. If you have any difficulties in the future, just look for me." Mr. Tang could not allow Yun to think about refusing.

Yun thought of looking at Song Mian for help, but Song Mian said, "The elders give it away."

Yun Xiang could only accept it, Tang Suran also gave Yun Xiang think about a gift: "Thank you, you must accept it."

The old man's Gu Yuyun thought about it, so there was no need to refute Tang Suran's gift, but Yun thinks it didn't open.

Arriving on the plane, Yun thought about opening this retro-style box, a beautiful feather fan.

The upper half of the fan is white and soft feathers, and the lower half of the fan is a transparent tulle with delicate gold silk and colorful thread embroidery.

As soon as the fan unfolded, there was a fresh fragrance, and the fan felt the wind with a pleasant floral fragrance.

"This fan has a history of more than two hundred years." Song Mian just glanced at it, and his spicy eyes saw it.

"Antique." Yun Xiang still likes this feather fan, very delicate and beautiful.

But she played drowsy for a while, and then she became sleepy. Just as Song Mian thought she slept for about six hours, Song Mian woke her up for dinner.

Private planes can make some simple meals, and Song Mian cooked a bowl of noodles considering Yun Xiang's body.

"It's so fresh, what did you put in the noodles?" Yun thinks that this is the most delicious noodle she has ever eaten.

"I used some seafood to make soup." Song Mian said lightly and calmly.

Yun thought about it and nodded. After eating a bowl, he smiled at him, but his eyes flashed with longing.

"Don't eat if you're not hungry. If you like to make it for you another day, it's bad for your stomach now if you eat too much." Even if the noodles are stomach nourishment, Yun can't think about his current physical condition.

Yun thinks that he can only grumble, and Song Mian handed her a few books: "Your new subject next semester."

Sure enough, Yun thought about leaving the food behind her head. This holiday had a lot of things. The knowledge content of the last semester was occasionally consolidated. In the next semester, she was a sophomore with new subjects.

As new students are admitted to the school in the new year, they are still starting late this semester, on September 3rd.

Yun Xiangwan hopes to hurry back as far as possible. The application rate of this year's Youth University is surprisingly high. Many people know that Yunxiang Think's influence still plays a role.

The head of the department also contacted her before, hoping that she would go to the program of the welcome party and give the freshmen some encouragement.

After all, no one knows if any of these new students are for her.

Although Yun thought about it very willingly, she still refused. She didn't have time to rehearse at all.

"I will only shoot "Flying Sky" next semester." Yun thought about it long ago.

It's really a doppelganger. "Flying" decided to start up on October 1st. It happened to be a holiday. Yun thought it was a month's class at school.

However, it may not be as easy as before. The computer major is both theoretical and practical.

Song Mian gave her the book in advance, and of course she immediately rushed in. If she didn't understand anything, she asked Song Mian directly.