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At this moment, the extension rang again. The two of them looked at each other in silence. In the office, other than the ear-piercing bell ringing again and again, there was only the sound of each other's breathing.

After a long while, Song Beichuan came back to his senses. He picked up the phone and said that it would be good for him to distract himself. In short, he didn't know how to deal with Han Tong for the time being.

"Hello, this is Song Beichuan, speak."

"Boss, your wife just came to find you. I let her go up by herself."

Oh, Shet! As soon as these words entered his ears, Song Beichuan's heart felt like it was thrown into an ice-cold river, frozen into ice, and then crushed by the mixer.

"When did it happen?" He closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Probably ten minutes ago? I didn't see it, I just got a call from a client... " Song Beichuan did not finish his words.

It's over, it's all over this time … he thought.

After Han Tong entered, he did not close the door. Thus, if Xiaoqing had been there, she would have witnessed the entire scene.

As soon as he threw the microphone away, he instinctively took the car keys and was about to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Han Tong didn't understand where this came from.

"Xiaoqing came up." After saying this, he almost walked out of the office.

"Don't go!" Han Tong shouted, not caring if the department on the left or right could hear anything, "Have you forgotten how she treated you?"

But he didn't hear it. He ran straight for the elevator without looking back.

"Song Beichuan!" Han Tong was so angry that he stomped on the ground. He actually broke his heel and lost his balance. He sat on the ground miserably. The colleagues from the department next door seemed to have heard the commotion and all stuck their heads out curiously.

"Big Sister Han Tong?" Why are you sitting on the ground? Do you practice yoga? "

She ignored him and stared angrily in the direction Song Beichuan left. Her heart was like thousands of angry horses galloping.

Lin Xiaoqing recognized that woman. Although she looked a lot younger and they had only met each other once, she was still able to recognize that woman … Song Beichuan's second wife later on.

Therefore, the moment she saw their lips meet, she should have been angry, but she didn't. She chose to turn around and leave.

Her chest felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock and she couldn't breathe. She was in pain and she hated it, but she couldn't speak.

She didn't know what to do anymore, and at that moment, too many thoughts flooded into her mind.

She finally understood how much damage the affair between her and Liu Dongqiang had done to Song Beichuan. These two people had actually known each other for a long time. Was there a possibility that she didn't even dare to think about it? For example, their relationship had already sprouted and developed even before she signed the divorce agreement?

No, no, no, no.

Lin Xiaoqing resolutely cast aside such ugly thoughts. She quickly walked towards the elevator, as if she was being chased by demons and devils, and frantically pressed down the button to go downstairs.

When the elevator finally arrived, she stepped into the isolated and enclosed space, tears streaming down her face.

She turned around and pressed the button for the first floor. At the same time, a tall figure followed her in … It was Song Beichuan.

She was stunned and quickly lowered her head to wipe away the tears on her face.

The doors of the elevator slowly closed and the elevator began to move. The enclosed space was quiet. The two of them stood in silence. No one knew how to break this difficult atmosphere.

It was only until the first floor with a ding of the elevator.

Song Beichuan knew he couldn't let his wife walk out like this, so the moment the elevator door opened, he blocked her. He leaned over and pressed the button continuously.

"You …" Lin Xiaoqing raised her head and looked at him in shock.

"Did you see that?" He went straight to the point and asked the gatekeeper.

In the past two years, he had had enough of cold treatment.

In the past, he had always believed that cold treatment was the best way to resolve conflicts, but time had proven him wrong. Experience had taught him that cold treatment would only create an ice wall that could not be broken through, and would not protect one another's feelings.

Therefore, he would not choose such a foolish method this time.

His blunt question left Lin Xiaoqing speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded her head and then handed over the thermal bag in her hand.

"I just want you to have a taste of this as soon as possible …" She pursed her lips and explained in a shaky voice, as if she was reciting a line, "In the morning, I tried out the creative cuisine required by the winemakers, which consisted mainly of duck meat with citrus sauce. I thought that duck meat with farmers' three punches of red wine was the most suitable dish, and later, I felt that the dishes were a little monotonous, so I joined the Oriental Mysterious Style of the Jadeite Cabbage and improved it from the Turkish court …"

Her intention was obvious. She wanted to change the topic, but Song Beichuan did not let her succeed.

"You haven't answered my question," he interrupted. "You saw it all, didn't you?"

She looked at him silently, knowing that she would not be able to avoid him this time, so she lowered her head and gave a little nod.

"Since you saw it, why aren't you angry?" He couldn't understand what she was thinking, so what should he say?

If he had seen any man kiss his wife today, he would definitely have charged forward and punched that man before sending him flying.

"Because I …" Lin Xiaoqing's lips slowly parted as she recalled the pain she had caused him.

Although she knew very well that it was a previous life, she could not help but feel guilty.

"I have no right to be angry with you." She lowered her eyes, as fragile as a person who had done something wrong, or as vulnerable as a loser.

"You don't have the qualifications?!" Song Beichuan scrunched his eyebrows, his tone filled with disbelief. "If you don't have the qualifications, then who does?"

Lin Xiaoqing was silent, her silence made him feel irritated. After a while, he angrily lifted his hand to pick at his hair, "At least you should ask her about my relationship with her, right? If you don't even ask, how can I clarify it? "

Hearing his words, Lin Xiaoqing raised her eyes to look at him, but in her mind she saw the scene of the happy family in her previous life. Her heart immediately began to ache fiercely, and she unconsciously frowned.

"I know it's nothing," she said, looking away. "I didn't just see, I heard a lot, so I know it's nothing."

But her resentful look made Song Beichuan furious.

"Xiaoqing, look at me," he reached out his hand to gently stroke her chin, making her look straight into his eyes. "I only love you, okay? As long as you still love me, I will only look at you alone, so... Do you understand? "