He is so busy, she makes food for him every day at home, even if she never sees his figure, but when she sees the delicate food box on his desk, she always feels a faint joy in her heart.

At least, now she can justifiably make a bowl of soup for him and send it, humble love is like a small flower in the soil, even if it is very low, she can't help but want to bloom.

On this day, Meng Xiran went to bring food to Qin Yuehan as usual, walked to the door of the office and knocked on the door, but no one answered, and when she saw that the door was hidden, she pushed the door in directly.

The office was as neat as ever, his papers and materials were neatly stacked, but the smell of alcohol in the air made her frown involuntarily.

Meng Xiran walked in and saw Qin Yuehan lying on the sofa, his face was a little red, obviously drunk.

He seemed to be asleep, lying there quietly and breathing evenly, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes slightly furrowed, as if he had thought of something unhappy. She put the food box in her hand on the coffee table next to her, wanting to wait for him to wake up and eat herself.

Sit down beside him and carefully observe his eyebrows, his good-looking silhouette.

She looked at it over and over again, so slowly and carefully, that she wanted to use a paintbrush to engrave his face on her heart.

She had never had the opportunity to see him so closely, even if the man in front of her was already her husband. He muttered softly, and the frowning expression looked in her eyes, like a pebble thrown into water, causing ripples in the bottom of her heart.

She reached out and stroked the center of his brow lightly, trying to smooth out his tiny folds.

But the moment her fingers touched him, his eyes opened and he looked at her in a daze—

"Xingyue...... Xingyue, did you come to see me?" he murmured, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his arms vigorously.

"Boom", she slammed into his chest, and through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could hear his heart beating vigorously.

"Xingyue, I miss you so much. He hugged her like a child holding his favorite toy, so tight, so intimate.

He rolled over and pressed her down, his thin lips gently falling on her forehead, her eyebrows, her cheeks, such a gentle and patient kiss, how many times she had wanted in her dreams but never got.

Coveted his illusory gentleness, so he didn't hesitate to play another person to cooperate with him, even if it was just a dream, he had no regrets.

She closed her eyes, letting his breath and tongue roam around her neck, then all the way down, conquering the city.

The incandescent light in the office was harsh, but she kept her eyes wide open, watching the warmth between his eyebrows and eyes, and even trying her best to cater to him awkwardly.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the smell of faint perfume on her body, rendered the ambiguity of spring in this room.

Afterwards, he hugged her contentedly and fell into a deep sleep, and he took her hand so tightly that it seemed as if she would disappear as soon as he let go.

Before he woke up, she hurriedly got up from him, endured the soreness on her body, carefully put on her clothes one by one, and walked out of the office with the food box.

Let him think that he had dreamed of Su Xingyue! Meng Xiran didn't dare to think about what kind of punishment he would have for him if he woke up and knew that it was her.

The next day, when Qin Yuehan woke up, it was already daylight, the sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, he opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw a small thing shining on the side.

It was a gold bracelet with a tiny four-leaf clover hanging from it.

Getting up and putting on his clothes, he remembered yesterday's events, although his memory was a little vague, but the four-leaf clover bracelet, he was sure that he had seen it in Meng Xiran's hand.

On the desk, the food box she would send every day disappeared.

This woman is really smart to herself!

Qin Yuehan frowned, went to the lounge in the middle to turn on the shower, poured hot water on his body, he washed his body, but there was no expected disgust and disgust in his heart.

The days were still lonely as usual, and no one mentioned the events of that day, Meng Xiran was worried for a few days, and found that Qin Yuehan was still working hard early and returning late as usual, and he didn't talk to her at all.

A heart is down, but it is also empty.

Qin Yuehan's mother remembered him, so the servants who served him every day would truthfully report Qin Yuehan's living conditions, no matter how big or small, naturally including the fact that he and Meng Xiran lived separately.

"Madam, the young master is very busy with work during this time, many times he rests directly in the company, and he doesn't come back to sleep, even when he comes back, he never sleeps with the young grandmother, he rests in the guest room, and leaves early in the morning. ”

"Well, let him pay attention to his body and bring him food on time every day. "Mother Qin doesn't bother to care about Meng Xiran's affairs at all, it's best if Qin Yuehan doesn't sleep with her, such an unclean woman, and Qin Yuehan has to move out of the Qin family to suffer, if they knew before marriage, they wouldn't let her enter the door of the Qin family at all!

Qin Yueying listened to what Wang Ma said on the side, and her heart was indescribably happy, Meng Xiran, the @ Zi, still kicked her that day, and now she moved out with Qin Yuehan, but she could only stay in the empty room alone!

I don't know what kind of mood Meng Xiran is in now, probably very sad, right? Qin Yueying thought proudly, took her bag and stepped on her high heels and walked out on a tap.

It was the afternoon, Qin Yuehan must be busy with official business in the company at this time, she should go to meet her sister-in-law for a while, after all, life is too dull, it is good to have more spices.

On the 56th floor of the high-end apartment in the center of the city, Qin Yueying rang the doorbell, and the servants who opened the door saw that it was her, and no one dared to stop her, so they let her enter the door smoothly.

Meng Xiran is still nesting in a corner of the living room to draw design drawings, she studied interior design in college, her love for painting is innate, although the days are lonely, but so calm, she can paint a few paintings next to the floor-to-ceiling windows every day.

When he saw Qin Yueying, Meng Xiran was stunned for a moment, then recovered, turned his head and continued to paint, without wanting to pay attention to Qin Yueying's meaning at all.

Of course, Qin Yueying would not let her go, came to Meng Xiran's side, saw that Meng Xiran painted a wedding picture, and then mocked: "Tsk, newlywed Yan'er, my eldest brother is not at home every day, this taste is really unusual!"

Meng Xiran didn't bother to pay attention to it, she could only stay by Qin Yuehan's side, because she wanted to atone for her sins, which was a fact that could not be changed, so she chose to let herself stay comfortable and try not to conflict with the people of the Qin family.

"Miss Qin, if you have nothing to do, I'm going back to my room to rest. ”

Meng Xiran put away the drawing board, took the painting and turned around to go upstairs.