This night, Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were staying in the same room, which puzzled Song Xiaodong greatly. Since they had arrived here, it seemed like they had never slept in the same room again, and he really wondered what they were talking about.
The next day, Song Xiaodong and Miao Xuanxuan took a plane to Huaqing City together.
Both of them were seated in first class where, apart from them, there were two foreigners sitting on the other side.
Song Xiaodong couldn't suppress his curiosity and said, "Xuanxuan, what did Qingqing tell you yesterday?"
Miao Xuanxuan, hugging Song Xiaodong's arm, said with a giggle, "Take a guess."
Song Xiaodong laughed, "How can I guess? I'm just really curious."
"Hehe, then you can go back and ask Qingqing. She's your wife, after all."
"So are you," Song Xiaodong replied, turning his head and planting a kiss on Miao Xuanxuan's face.