Chapter 87 Eighty-seven is different.

Some things, Chen Yun does not expose them, but she also has to deal with them.

Although she only had a stupid way, which was to let Song Fenglin make the decision.

Song Fenglin used to be a very opinionated person.

But that was so long ago for him, so long ago that now he is used to putting his wife's preferences first in every moment of thinking.

But Chen Yun's personality is eccentric, and she may not even know what she wants to do in the previous second.

Even if Song Fenglin was born in her belly, he couldn't keep up with the changes all the time.

He could not guess, it was like going into the battlefield unarmed and being attacked from all sides. After two days, he could not help but ask his wife: "I am really not fit to make decisions."

It was not a big deal like buying a house or a car. Life is full of trivialities. No matter what, it is just about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Chen Yun shrugged: "I think it's quite suitable."

She felt relaxed and comfortable, but Song Fenglin felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling torn and sighing.

Chen Yun was still smiling and poked him: "You'll get used to it slowly."

How long is "slowly"? Song Fenglin felt that it was by no means an easy task.

He knew his own character too well, and the string in his head was on high alert, fearing that any of his ideas would deviate slightly from his wife's ideas and not go as she wished.

It's obviously not that difficult, but he looks melancholy and confused. He's afraid that this "disobedience" might annoy others, so he controls his expression first.

Chen Yun had been carefully observing all his tiny changes recently. She was really puzzled when she caught this shift, so she interrogated him: "If you can give me a particularly good reason, we can do the same as before."

Song Fenglin thought his reason was very good, but he knew that she would definitely not agree with it. He scratched his face: "I... I don't have one."

If not, then maintain the status quo.

Chen Yun raised today's question: "What are we having for lunch?"

She has many friends, and they get together here and there from time to time. She also has children at home, and as parents, they always focus on their children's growth when they have free time.

If you think about it carefully, Song Fenglin hasn't eaten alone with her so frequently for a long time.

If it were before, he would definitely be very happy.

But "blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand", he felt very conflicted at the moment and tried to see the answer from his wife's face.

Chen Yun also looked at him, widening her eyes deliberately, with a mischievous look as if she had succeeded in playing a prank.

Song Fenglin tried to make himself happy, thinking that at least it was something that could make her happy. He secretly eliminated several answers that seemed possible but not possible, and said, "Let's eat Western food." He

deliberately left a long space between the three words to observe his wife's reaction.

Unfortunately, Chen Yun couldn't tell whether she was happy, angry, sad, or joyful. She just nodded calmly and said, "Okay."

Song Fenglin didn't even know whether he had passed this level or not. He was so anxious that he wanted to bite his nails.

He has such a Su Peisheng mentality, which is more like serving a tiger than serving a king. Even if he has certain information, he still has to ask: "Do you want to eat?"

Chen Yun just doesn't want to give him an attitude with obvious tendency, so she is vague: "You can eat."

Okay, sometimes it means reluctantly to decent people.

Song Fenglin couldn't judge the real emotions, so he treated them all as negative and changed the topic: "How about some stir-fried dishes?"

Chen Yun still said: "That's fine too."

Straws kept falling one by one, and Song Fenglin didn't know who had the last straw. He was almost on the verge of exploding, and the little flame in his eyes was dying again. He gave up on himself and said, "Then let's eat some stir-fried dishes."

He got angry. He got angry.

Chen Yun clapped her hands in her heart and made a "V" sign with her hands behind her back: "Let's go."

They ate at a fly-in-the-wall restaurant not far from the coffee shop. The owner, who relied on his good cooking skills, was so stingy that he refused to install an air conditioner. There were only two old electric fans that swayed and squeaked.

Chen Yun looked up and recalled the beginning of some horror stories: "Where do you think we should hide when the fan blade falls?"

Song Fenglin: "You hide behind me."

Chen Yun: "Then we can kill two birds with one stone."

But she felt it was too unlucky and thought that what she was muttering to the Buddha was just nonsense.

Song Fenglin: "It's a good thing mom is not here."

Since childhood, Chen Yun has been scolded most often because of her unbridled mouth.

She used to say that her parents were feudal and superstitious, but after she had children of her own, she understood what it meant to "not want their children to encounter even a one in a billion chance of misfortune." She was afraid that God would hear her outspoken words and really bring down divine punishment on her.

Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.

Chen Yun's cell phone happened to ring, so she answered the video call from her mother. Looking at her daughter's face that popped up on the screen, she asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

Chen Xingyue was so cool when she said goodbye to her mother, but in fact she was very clingy and no one knew how many calls she made every day.

She probably didn't have anything new to say, and kept asking, "Mom, what are you doing?"

After asking for the hundred or eighty times this morning, Chen Yun pushed her phone away and said, "Mom and Dad are eating outside. Do you want to talk to Dad?"

Chen Xingyue also wanted to get along well with his dad, but because he used to have a very tight schedule at a job, the adults always emphasized not to disturb him.

She didn't develop the habit of "disturbing" her father at any time. It was as if she suddenly realized at this moment: "Dad, I'm calling you."

She couldn't just chat like this, so she had to cut off the call and call her father again on WeChat.

Song Fenglin really enjoyed this sense of ritual. After answering the call, he talked to his daughter with a smile on his face. Without saying much, he asked her how her homework was going.

Chen Xingyue said loudly: "I have finished writing! I have to wait for my second aunt to get up before I can check it."

She didn't like to talk about this topic. She pouted and said angrily: "Dad is annoying."

Song Fenglin was not angry at all. He raised his voice and patiently

talked to his daughter: "Why do you hate Dad?" Chen Xingyue mumbled what she wanted to say. She didn't have the spirit of "give and take". After she finished talking, she said: "Goodbye, Dad~"

In terms of how quickly the topic changes, which makes people confused, the mother and daughter are really in the same vein.

It was rare for Song Fenglin to complain in his heart. He looked at the quiet screen and laughed, then put down his phone: "Have you ordered?"

Chen Yun: "I've placed

the order." After all, she is his biological daughter, and she can inadvertently help her father save himself a difficult moment in deciding on the menu.

Song Fenglin secretly rejoiced, but his smile froze the next second.

It was so noisy around him, but he heard Chen Yun ask word for word: "What would happen if I said I hated you?"

Why did he make such an assumption? He put his hands on the table, and his short round nails seemed to want to grab something.

Chen Yun was afraid that he would hurt himself, so she put her hand on the back of his hand: "You don't mind what your daughter said at all, because you are sure that she still loves you. Even if I said it jokingly, you would just be scared. I was wrong. It's not that you care too much, it's that I make you feel that I don't care enough."

The last two words coincided exactly with the waiter's serving of the dish, and any unfinished words disappeared.

Chen Yun didn't seem to want to continue, instead she picked up the chopsticks and said, "Eat."

Song Fenglin couldn't eat at all, so he subconsciously grabbed her hand, feeling panicked as if he was about to be abandoned.

I don’t know what he was imagining, he looked like he was about to fall apart.

Chen Yun said gently: "I swear, I won't hate you."

She didn't even need to shout her confession at the top of her lungs. Just one sentence could dispel all of Song Fenglin's anxieties, even if it was only a short-lived placebo.

But it doesn’t matter, Chen Yun already knows what to do with him.