When Song Wu returned to Xiting, Rong Yan was waiting for her to eat, and the fifth aunt's meal had been cooked for a long time, cold, hot, hot, cold, and the color had changed.

This was the first time Rong Yan had waited for her to eat, and she was a little uncomfortable, and she was a little flattered in vain.

Song Wu sat in his seat, and the first thing he said was: "Is there something wrong?"

Rong Ember looked at her indifferently, not salty or indifferent, and his voice was cold, "Can't I eat at home with my wife?"

Song Wu nodded slowly, "That's not what I meant. ”

I don't know when, the relationship between the two people is like a brittle glass glue, broken as soon as it is broken, crumbling, and it is as stable as condensed iron before.

Song Wu didn't know the taste of the food she ate at this meal, but a voice sounded next to her ear as soon as she put down her chopsticks.

"Have you eaten it?"

Rong Yan glanced at Song Wu's bowl lightly, and the meaning of determination was self-evident.

Song Wu was too lazy to deceive, and any lie couldn't last a few seconds in front of Rong Yan, so he nodded.

Rong Yan didn't ask any more questions, and then put down his chopsticks, as if he was not in the mood to eat with her, and got up and took out the contract from the study.

"I signed Yu Xia. ”

In a word, Song Wu's face hurt, she obviously just made a request to Rong Ember some time ago, and even faintly felt that Rong Ember was still rational in the end.

Xuan Yu Xia still forced her to leave.

But Rong Shen didn't even think about it, so he chose Yu Xia, because the date of the contract was that night.

Song Wu smiled, she didn't deserve to be weighed by him as an option.

"Rong Ash, did I say that you can only choose one between me and her?"

"Hmm. ”

Song Wu raised his head, and his eyes were already faintly red, like traces left by staying up late, and like grievances.

Rong Shen threw the contract on the dining table, turned around and sat on the sofa to make tea, the voice was very shallow, but it was enough to make Song Wu deafening.

"Song Wu, can you leave me?"

Inseparable from.

The answer was obvious, Rong Yan tea had already been brewed, and he even left a cup for Song Wu, and he patted her on the shoulder when he left.

Just one sentence left.

"Do a good job for Rong. ”

The tea he made was still on the table, no one had touched it, but his people didn't know where to linger, Song Wu walked over, his eyes were sour, but he still picked up the tea that Rong Shen made for her and drank it all.

Song Wu's eyes were red, as if he was scalded out of control by hot water, and the fifth aunt hurriedly said that young people don't know how to take care of their bodies, and drinking hot tea hurts their throats.

As everyone knows, this cup of tea is brewed in cold water.

Song Wu wiped away her tears, turned around and looked at the contract carefully, the name of the staff in the planning book was herself.

The work that the eight poles couldn't do, Rong Shen named and asked Song Wu to come, Song Wu nodded resignedly, cleaned up neatly, and walked to the study.

Get used to it, what else can't be forced?

In the past, Rong Yan was poured alcohol into the hospital by the customer, but he did not let Song Wu accompany him, because the customer named him and asked Xiao Song to continue to accompany him.

She had drunk the wine that Rong Ember couldn't drink.

In the past, Rong Yan was forced to think about it for a hundred years by the people who forced him to pay the debt, and it was Song Wu who grabbed him on the high platform and asked him whose death was the end of the year.

She took over the life that Rong Ember had wanted to give up.

Now it's just a woman stuffed in for Rong Ash, simple and easy, what's the big deal?

Song Wu sat in front of the bookcase, his fingers typing on the keyboard quickly, and he was seriously doing Yu Xia's propaganda planning, as if he was really doing business, and there was no resentment at all.

Perhaps only the fifth aunt knew that when she cleaned up the bedroom, the pillow in the bedroom was wet.

In the early hours of every dawn, Song Wu never fell asleep, memories swept in, and Yan Sui's smile kept playing back and stopping in her mind, and then continuing to play.

Song Wu sometimes wonders if she was wrong at the beginning, if it wasn't Yan Sui who died.