Song Qingcheng nodded. "He just came from the company."
Xue Min raised his left hand and looked at his watch and said goodbye with his bag. "Then I won’t keep you. I have to go back to Yu Rao later. I have to get to the high-speed rail now."
"Pay attention to the road," said Song Qingcheng.
Watched Xue Min rush to leave the whole Song Dynasty and stood there for a while, thinking about Xue Min’s attitude as if she really overrated.
Back in the box, I found that Li Dong had played the table.
Yu Yutingchuan is sitting on the sofa with joie, where his long legs are crossed and he is still holding the video remote control in his hand to change the channel, even if everything doesn’t show impatience.
Song Qingcheng thought it might be a business practice.
Even if you have any emotions in your heart, you won’t show them easily.
She remembered that Liu Xishan’s reaction just now was not so good. If it were Yu Tingchuan, I’m afraid I wouldn’t let her see anything.
Song Qingcheng thinks that a person’s emotional folding should not only be due to experience.
At about 5: 30, the game broke up.
Yu Linjiang and some old friends glanced at the sofa when they were ready to leave. They all went back to my old house for dinner tonight. The secret opened the balcony door and took the lead in going out.
……
It’s almost a quarter past six when I get back to my old house.
Lu joie has fallen asleep on Song Qingcheng’s leg.
In the car, the whole Song Dynasty was driving. I was afraid that the child would be weak and easy to catch cold. I took Yu Tingchuan’s coat and covered joie’s body.
Joie didn’t wake up when the bus arrived.
Seeing the child sleeping so soundly, the whole Song Dynasty didn’t cry but couldn’t hold a seven-year-old child.
Yu Tingchuan bypassed the rear of the car and opened the rear door. He took joie from her hand, picked up the child and looked at her. "Rain will hold the umbrella again."
"Good" Song Qingcheng nodded and found a 30% umbrella at the seat.
Or did she go back to the car?
Song Qingcheng’s right hand is a little sour and numb. joie just leaned against her pillow and her hand was slightly weak when she held an umbrella.
Opened the umbrella and raised it slightly to cover all three people.
The umbrella in one second was taken away.
"I’ll hold on."
Joie is falling asleep on Yu Tingchuan’s shoulder.
Two little hands holding dad’s neck.
Yu Tingchuan grabbed the child with one hand and the umbrella handle with the other. Song Qingcheng opened his mouth to say that he could hold on to hear him "put me in the car and take my coat."
When she takes her coat, the two of them will walk inside with their children in their arms.
Fine rain, fog, drifting road lights
Song Qingcheng walked beside Yutingchuan and found that men mostly hit her side with umbrellas, aware of this and approached him.
In this way, that umbrella can cov more places for two people.
No one spoke, but there was some kind of tacit understanding.
Song Qingcheng enjoyed this tacit understanding, which made her feel that the years were quiet, and there was no warm love, but it was extraordinarily peaceful and practical. Every day was very real.
Entering the foreign building, Yu Tingchuan sent the children back to the bedroom.
The nanny at home prepares dinner.
Yulinjiang came back one step earlier than them, presumably informing them to come to dinner.
Fu Min is not alone in Yulin River.
Song Qingcheng put the umbrella in the filter bucket at the door and changed her slippers. She also installed floor heating in the foreign building. She took off her coat and hung the Yu Tingchuan coat together. When she couldn’t find anything to do, she simply went upstairs to joie’s room.
I passed the room and found the door open.
Joie, the other side of the room
What did Yu Linjiang look at at at the table in the first room? I saw Song Qingcheng’s debut at the door. "Since the building is here, I have something to ask you. Come in."
Casual tone, as if paying attention to the table
Song Qingcheng turned and walked into the room.
She never felt awe of Yulin River. Before Yulin River, she met several times with Jia Yutingchuan and told her about her life story. Song Qingcheng didn’t deliberately please this father-in-law.
"Close the door conveniently," Yu Linjiang said.