When Lin Zhi was looking at the effect of the medicinal herbs, he saw that his mailbox was flashing with a small red dot there, Lin Zhi immediately opened it and looked at it, Lin Zhi saw that it was Xiaolin who sent him an email, Lin Zhi hurriedly opened it and looked at it, and found that Xiaolin did it perfectly, without a single loophole.

Lin Zhi immediately sent a message to Xiao Lin and said, "Xiao Lin, you did a great job, I just read the document you sent to my mailbox, it's very good." You have just come to the company and are slowly getting acquainted with the business, and I have high expectations for you. ”

Xiaolin was a little embarrassed when she saw that Lin Zhi had been praising herself in the message she had been praising herself, but she immediately replied to Lin Zhi's message and said: "Chairman, don't praise me so much, I can do a good job because of your appreciation, without your support, I don't know when I can get these documents well."

Lin Zhi read the message replied by Xiao Lin, and Lin Zhi thought that he really didn't look at the wrong person, Xiao Lin is really a down-to-earth person, and he is also a trustworthy employee.

Lin Zhi replied to Xiaolin's message and said, "You have to believe in yourself, you are the best."

After Lin Zhi replied to Xiaolin's message, he closed the computer, and then picked up his mobile phone to Song Qingcheng and started calling.

When the phone was connected, Lin Zhi said to Song Qingcheng: "Come back and eat, I've already cooked the meal, you should come back quickly, otherwise the meal will be cold."

After listening to Lin Zhi's words, Song Qingcheng said to the other end of the phone: "Okay, I know, I'll go back soon."

After the two finished speaking, they hung up the phone.

At this time, Song's mother was not so peaceful, Song Qingcheng's mother sat in the corner of a café, wearing a hat and a mask, looking around, and then walked in front of her alone.

After Song Qingcheng's mother saw that the person in front of her was ready, she immediately asked, "How is it, is there any situation?" The people I asked you to monitor, how are you spying on, tell me about the recent situation. ”

After hearing Song's mother's question, this person immediately replied: "Madam, in the past few days, I have been doing things according to your instructions, and I have not missed a single detail.

"Impossible, is this Lin Zhi so diligent and thrifty? Why don't I want to believe it, you're not mistaken, right? Mother Song asked in disbelief.

The person on the other side nodded towards Song Mu.

After hearing the accurate answer, Song Mu said to the person in front of her: "You continue to go back to monitor Lin Zhi, don't let go of any small details, I don't believe that this Lin Zhi's fox tail can be hidden for long."

After listening to Song's mother's instructions, the man left the café to carry out the order.

When the people left, Mother Song looked at the photos of Lin Zhi that were taken under surveillance, and said viciously while looking at Mother Song: "Lin Zhi, I don't believe that you can pretend for how long, I feel more and more that your real purpose is to get all our family's property, hmph, I will definitely not let you succeed." Mother Song looked at the photos and spoke, and after speaking, Mother Song put all the photos in her bag, then took her sunglasses and left the café.

Lin Zhi didn't wait for Song Qingcheng after a while, so he changed his shoes and went outside to find Song Qingcheng, Lin Zhi just walked at the door of his community, and saw Song Qingcheng walking in, Lin Zhi immediately ran over to Song Qingcheng and said: "I can be regarded as finding you, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Qingcheng smiled and said to Lin Zhi: "You are looking for me, didn't I come close by myself."

Lin Zhi looked at Song Qingcheng, who still looked like a domineering president, and smiled helplessly, and then the two left hand in hand.

After walking into the house, Song Qingcheng saw the food that Lin Zhi had already placed on the table, and said to Lin Zhi: "Yo, such a good wife and mother, she has made so many delicious foods, it's amazing, I want to praise you."

"Don't talk, know the rule of not talking." Lin Zhi said to Song Qingcheng.

After Song Qingcheng listened to Lin Zhi's words, he obediently didn't speak, but his eyes never left Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi was very helpless by Song Qingcheng's eyes and said, "Can you eat, don't look at me."

"You're going to feed me that dish I like first." Song Qingcheng said coquettishly and stretched out his hand to show Lin Zhi.

A hint of ridicule flashed in Lin Zhi's eyes, and he teased: "I didn't expect Song Qingcheng and Mr. Song to be coquettish." ”

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Song Qingcheng's face, but he chuckled at the bright starlight in Lin Zhi's eyes.

"Yes, Kobayashi."

A low voice seemed to be constantly surrounding Lin Zhi's ears.

It seems to be said in Lin Zhi's ear. Xiao Linzhi's simple three words were deliberately emphasized and extended by Song Qingcheng. The trailing tail note is magnetic and extraordinarily good. It seems to be the mellow of coffee, and it is low and murmuring.

The tips of Lin Zhi's ears were soon dyed with a suspicious red.

It is like a cloud in the sky, pregnant with spring, dyed with a shy look.

The sweet and sour food entrance, the two of them did not speak tacitly.

The warm atmosphere spreads through the air with the aroma of food.

Lin Zhi couldn't help but squint, as if the starlight in his eyes was about to overflow again, and he enjoyed this atmosphere very much.

But beauty is always short-lived, just as a meteor is fleeting, and the sunset is short-lived.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Lin Zhi's eyes.

As the saying goes: There is no banquet in the world that will never be dissolved.

Lin Zhi is leaving.

Song Qingcheng saw that there was still something left in the corner of her mouth, like a little hamster stealing Dingxi, which was extremely cute.

Song Qingcheng flashed reluctance, looking at the large stack of documents next to him, and his heart was irritated when he didn't come.

Song Qingcheng took a tissue and carefully wiped the corners of the girl's mouth, looking focused and serious, as if he was treating a treasure in the world.

Lin Zhi smiled, didn't say anything, and got up gracefully. seems to have gotten used to such a sultry Song Qingcheng.

But no one noticed that the smile in Lin Zhi's eyes was a little more, and the tips of his ears hidden under his hair were even more ruddy.

It has a faint fragrance like a ripe apple, and I can't help but take a bite.

The heart was turbulent, and Lin Zhi, who was indifferent on the surface, said lightly: "Then I'll go, I see that you still have something to deal with." ”

I don't know from whom I learned this virtue.

Song Qingcheng's eyes deepened and he was silent.

Glancing at the documents next to him, he picked up his phone and sent a message to his assistant.

That's right, President Song went on strike and pushed away everything in his hands.

It's not that these are not important, but their status in Song Qingcheng's heart is not as good as the shadow in front of him.

I heard that the hero was sad to pass the beauty pass, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

Song Qingcheng wouldn't care about this, for him: if the other party was Lin Zhi, Song Qingcheng wouldn't mind planting it in Lin Zhi's hands.

A faint floral fragrance hits, accompanied by the milky scent of forest branches. In a trance, Song Qingcheng had returned home with Lin Zhi.

The branches of the forest are among the flowers, and the garden is tended. The aroma of the earth, her smell, overflows this garden. made Song Qingcheng greedy.

Clusters of green leaves become neat under the dexterous fingers of the forest branches. Slender white fingers caress the delicate petals.

The corners of Lin Zhi's mouth hooked into a smile. Sweet and greasy, like a cake that can never be eaten.

If there is a lonely planet, the forest branch is a rose, and Song Qingcheng is the little prince. He wanted to guard her like this.

It is said that there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed.

Then the feast between them will not end until he closes his eyes and never opens them again.

I saw a sentence: I want to walk on a snowy day with the person I like, and my head is white when I walk.

He is willing to hold her hand, hold her quietly, hold the hand of his son, and grow old together.

Walk through this long life.

Lin Zhi, I want to participate in the rest of your life, and I don't want to miss it.

I hope your future has me.

Remember that we are husband and wife, the kind of life that lasts, and there is no such thing as a divorce certificate.

It turns out that I am materialistic, and I can believe in God and Buddha for your sake. Time seems to feel the harmonious atmosphere between the two at this moment.

The sun rises and sets in the west as usual, the birds are still singing in the early morning, and the stars are still whispering in the evening. Time flies, and half a month flies. The years are gentle.

The birds sang happily and talked to each other at the moment when the sun gave off its morning glow.

Open the window and fresh air comes in. All of this means that today is a new day.

Song Qingcheng looked at the blue sky outside the window and couldn't help but be happy.

Probably looking at the white clouds floating leisurely in the blue sky, thinking of Lin Zhi's trusting and pure eyes, he looked at Song Qingcheng brightly. Song Qingcheng's heart was about to be softened.

Song Qingcheng suddenly felt that it was not bad to lose that memory. He loved it like this.

After washing, Lin Zhi rubbed his eyes, his eyes were confused, and he knew that he hadn't woken up at a glance. Still, it's stupid. It was lovely.

The corners of Song Qingcheng's eyes were dyed with a smile. It begins: "Good morning, little twig. ”

The warm voice continued to melt in the room, causing ripples. Lin Zhi's hair was scattered, and a few dull hairs were curled on the top of his head.

Lin Zhi didn't seem to have woken up yet. Otherwise, a small angry eye glared at him.

Song Qingcheng was not surprised by this phenomenon for a long time.

He said softly: "Let's wash up first, I'll make breakfast." Like coaxing a child, the voice was gentle that Song Qingcheng couldn't imagine.

Lin Zhi nodded lightly and snorted indiscriminately. The shallow nasal voice seemed like a coquette to Song Qingcheng. The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen. The bird crouched curiously at the window and watched the man in the kitchen cook.

No one would have thought that Song Qingcheng, who was washing vegetables here, was the resolute and terrifying Song President before. It turns out that not only the man in the suit is handsome, but the man in the apron is also attractive.

Under the water flow, the vegetables looked more full and lovely after being moistened by the water, and the vegetables that had been removed from the fine dust were gently put into the white pile, and Song Qingcheng carefully coated a layer of the sauce that Lin Zhi liked to eat.

Seriousness looks like a major document. The eggs fried in the pan over there have gradually bubbled. Make a gurgling sound.

The little bird beside the bed did not leave, and responded with a purring sound for some unknown reason.

Song Qingcheng noticed it and couldn't help but laugh. I went a little bit of bread crumbs and put it next to the bird. This little bird was not afraid of life, tilted its head and looked at Song Qingcheng for a while, and gently pecked at the breadcrumbs after a few turns of his eyes.

After eating, he flapped his wings briskly and flew away. That little appearance, with puffing cheeks, the old spirit is complacent. But Song Qingcheng in the kitchen was not so brisk.

The sharp pain attacked Song Qingcheng's brain, and the pain hit one after another, as if it tore the brain into two pieces.

It's like being surrounded by a bunch of code. There was a bunch of stuff stuffed in my head, and the sound of buzzing like a mosquito was constantly circulating. Small beads of sweat covered his forehead, densely packed.

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but gasp. There was a bit of tyranny in his eyes unconsciously. When the severe pain ended, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but feel like a drowning person ashore and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingcheng's sweat inadvertently fell on the floor, and there was a "tick" sound, which made Song Qingcheng come back to his senses slightly. Then he looked at the sausage in his hand in a daze.