Song He will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and they must live together in order not to show their stuffing, watching their things being moved into the master bedroom, Lin Qingyao has an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Regret?" Yang Zhuolin saw that Lin Qingyao was very uncomfortable, and twisted his brows, "Don't worry, I promise not to touch you, of course, you have to keep to yourself." ”

Lin Qingyao shook her head: "No, I won't regret it, and I don't have that qualification, I'm just a little unaccustomed, but please rest assured, I will adapt as soon as possible." ”

When it was already night, the two went out to have dinner and went to the hospital to see Song He, Yang Zhuolin intended to let Lin Qingyao and Song He be alone, so he made an excuse to leave for a while.

"Yaoyao, how did Ah Lin treat you? Did he bully you?" Song He was quite satisfied with Lin Qingyao, not only was she beautiful, but she also had a good personality, but she had doubts in her heart after all.

I had never heard Yang Zhuolin mention his girlfriend before, and after she was worried that he would be too lonely after her death, and hoped to see him get married before she died, he not only had a girlfriend but also said that he proposed.

Then yesterday he suddenly showed her the marriage certificate, and today he brought a real person over, of course, he didn't deny that this was so that she would not leave regrets, but she always felt that this thing was not real.

She didn't mean to force him to get married, she just hoped that he could find a confidant before she died, so that she could rest assured that she would still have someone to accompany him after she left.

Lin Qingyao made a shyness: "It's good, it's just that reading too many books is a bit too realistic, and I don't understand romance, but I don't have to worry about him being snatched away by other women." ”

Yang Zhuolin is Song He's own son, it is impossible for her not to understand, it is too fake to say that he is too good, it is better to say according to his true nature, but it is more convincing.

Song He was amused: "You can think about it, even the shortcomings have been turned into advantages by you, Ah Lin's temperament has always been like this, otherwise I wouldn't be worried that he won't be able to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted for a while, Song He knocked on the side to explore the reality of their marriage, Lin Qingyao answered thoughtfully, and occasionally took the initiative to ask her some things about Yang Zhuolin when he was a child, and finally survived until he came back.

The mother and son chatted for a while, and saw that Song He was tired and Yang Zhuolin took Lin Qingyao away.

On the way back, Lin Qingyao took the initiative to talk about the situation of chatting with Song He: "Auntie asked a lot of questions, and I don't know if my answer has aroused suspicion. ”

Yang Zhuolin held the steering wheel and looked ahead without squinting, and asked coldly: "I heard that you don't understand romance?"

"You were originally a straight ......" Lin Qingyao realized that something was wrong and hurriedly changed her words, "It's a real person, if I say that you are very romantic, then you are lying, right?"

Yang Zhuolin nodded expressionlessly: "Well, you answered very well, the closer you get to the truth, the easier it is to be convincing, it seems that you have remembered my information very clearly." ”

Do you still need to remember this? Lin Qingyao complained silently in her heart, after only a few contacts, she had already deeply felt his steely straight man's atmosphere!

Song He hadn't gone home yet, they didn't need to act tonight, they could have slept separately, but Yang Zhuolin said that she had to get used to it first, lest she see the flaws when she arrived, and Lin Qingyao had to go to the master bedroom.

Lying on the comfortable and soft big bed, Lin Qingyao only felt uncomfortable, shrunk into the quilt and didn't dare to move, and suddenly missed the hard wooden bed at home.

Yang Zhuolin is not much better than her, there is a strange woman next to her, and I don't know what shower gel she used, and a faint fragrance has been lingering on the tip of her nose.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Zhuolin finally couldn't help but speak: "Change your shampoo and shower gel tomorrow, the one that has no taste." ”

"Ahh

Neither of the two strangers who shared the bed for the first time could sleep, and the only sound of each other's slightly nervous breathing could be heard in the quiet of the bedroom......