C6

"I'm just teasing you. Who taught you to frown the whole morning? Your employees are already very pitiful and tired from work. I even have to worry about you, your boss, being in a bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm just confused."

She coldly snorted and said, "You think that everyone understands you as well as I do? Do you want to look in the mirror and see how scary your expression is? "

"Do I?"

"Yes, there is!" She gave him a real stare, then reached out and pushed him between the eyebrows. "You have to relax here. You have to keep wrinkling up tight. Aren't you tired?"

He did not stop her, but instead laughed at her, "Yes, yes, yes. Director Han, I'll pay more attention in the future. Is this okay?"

"Sure." She retracted her hand and changed her tone to ask: "So? In the evening, I will take you to a delicious restaurant.

"Reward? How could I dare say no?"

"Then six-thirty, wait at the entrance downstairs?"

"It's too early, I can't finish my work."

"Then …" She bit her lower lip. "Seven thirty?"

"Alright."

"Mhmm, then seven-thirty, in your car?"

"No problem." He agreed immediately.

Actually, it was a common thing for two people to meet for a meal. It had been like this since high school. Today, she would treat him to this, and another day, he would treat her to that.

However, even though Song Beichuan had agreed to dinner today, he seemed to have lost his spirit. There had always been a vague sense of anxiety in him, and he could not understand what it was. To put it bluntly, he really wanted to return home early. However, when he imagined himself stepping into the house, he felt an unforgettable sense of rejection.

What was wrong with him?

No, perhaps he should say, what in the world was Lin Xiaoqing, that damnable woman, trying to do?

Chapter I

It was after 9: 30 when he stepped into the house, but the scene in front of him stunned him for a whole 5 seconds.

Lin Xiaoqing was sitting on the floor, scattered photos on the floor, while her daughter played with them in her hands. Her gaze returned to her wife, who was looking at him with a smile.

"You're back?" There was no complaint or dissatisfaction in her eyes. It was completely abnormal. It was as if the sun had suddenly risen from the inside of your fridge.

"Have you eaten?" This sentence was even more terrifying, simply unimaginable.

He quieted down, subconsciously avoiding her gaze. "Yes, I've eaten with a colleague."

As usual, he took off his shoes, loosened his tie, and casually said, "Why is it that the house is so messy?"

He was actually curious about what she was doing. He wanted to care, he wanted to participate, but he was so conflicted that he didn't know how to express his thoughts accurately.

"I'm sorting through the pictures." She smiled and picked up a few.

He didn't have much of a reaction. After all, something unusual would always catch people off guard.

In the past, if he had come home a few hours earlier, the two of them would have accidentally met. If Lin Xiaoqing wasn't watching TV, she would have held her phone while chatting with her so-called best friends. As for him, she always saw him as air, or stared at him as if he were her enemy.

This was also the reason why he would rather go to a bar and drink in the middle of the night than go home early to rest.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said lightly, "I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, he walked in the direction of his bedroom. In the next moment, his daughter called out to him.

"Daddy."

Song Beichuan was shocked. He looked at his daughter who was playing on the ground with his eyes wide open, not daring to believe his ears, "She just … What did you say? " He looked at Lin Xiaoqing.

"She's calling for you," she said, looking at his startled expression with amusement. "I taught her this afternoon. Cissy is very smart.

Actually, a one-year-old child should have already started calling for his parents. However, in the past, she had almost never paid attention to this child, not to mention teaching her how to speak. When she realized this fact, she felt guilty and even more heartbroken.

Song Beichuan's heart felt light upon hearing this. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but it felt like a soft piece of silk was sliding across his chest.

Unconsciously, he walked over to his daughter, bent down, and picked her up. "Daddy?" Curious, he couldn't help but tease his daughter.

"Daddy," Cissy said, grinning happily. "Daddy, Daddy."

His chest was stifled. His heart felt like it was filled with water from the simple word.

"She likes it when you hug her," Lin Xiaoqing said with a smile. "Are you going to accompany her for just five minutes? She's going to sleep after all. "

Hearing this, Song Beichuan first pursed his lips, then he sat down on the sofa extremely unnaturally and stupidly let his daughter sit on his lap.

Song Xixi played with his large palms naturally, while he looked at Lin Xiaoqing thoughtfully. She had her head down, quiet, and she was concentrating on sorting and sorting every picture, a wife he was unfamiliar with.

Instantly, Han Tong's words flashed across his mind. Was her sudden change really due to her having an affair?

It was undeniable that the power of passion could indeed make a woman soft and beautiful, dazzling and confident, like a blossoming rose … And this was exactly how Lin Xiaoqing looked like now.

When Song Beichuan thought of his wife changing for another man, all the muscles in his body tensed up for no reason. He cleared his throat and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to organize the photos?"

She smiled, not caring at all. "I have nothing better to do anyway."

This answer completely blocked his path. That's right, she had nothing to do, but there shouldn't be a need for her to be so abnormal, right?

"You used to hate these pictures."

"Is that so?" She slightly frowned as she shrugged her shoulders: "It seems that he is getting on in age. I think he is nostalgic about the past."

As soon as she said it, she immediately regretted it. She had completely forgotten that she was currently living in a body of twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

"Age?" Sure enough, he couldn't help but laugh. "Miss, you're only twenty-four years old right now. Are you saying that you're old or something?"

"Sigh, I was just casually saying that. Don't bother with me." She waved her hand and casually brought the photos over. At the same time, she picked up a few photos and asked, "Do you remember what happened at this time?"

Song Beichuan looked at it closely. It was a picture of the two of them together from when they met in France a few years ago. In the photo, she was smiling brightly, but he was holding her by the shoulders, his lips pressed to her forehead. The intimacy between the two of them was self-evident.

How could he forget?

That year, he went to France with a former employee of the company for an advertisement. It was at that time that he met Lin Xiaoqing, who was studying there.