Song Xinci in the first two years was still relatively naïve, and after he became a social animal, he realized how hard money is.

It's like when she first got married and moved in, she didn't think about who bought the house, how much it spent, and whose name was written on the real estate certificate.

Of course, if she flipped through it now, she would still find another surprise on the red book.

Back in her long-lost bedroom, it was still well cleaned and tidy, and her favorite incense burned in the air.

Everything in the room has not been touched, and the bedside is still hanging with their wedding photos that look like pictorials. On the small desk was the last white jade porcelain teapot she used that afternoon before she left.

Song Xinzi was stunned, as if he had just left yesterday.

She placed the collection from today's auction on the table in the room, walked through the suite, opened the glass door of the balcony, and the air through the hall sobered her.

The calendar in the corner of the table was stuck a year ago, reminding her that she hadn't been back for a year.

Song Xinci went downstairs after taking a shower and changing clothes, dinner was already ready in the kitchen, and Song Xinci sat at the long table in the dining room.

She asked, "What about Fu Hanyu?" ”

Uncle Tian set up the plates and chopsticks for her, and said kindly, "Mr. is in the study, Assistant Zhou called him just now, maybe he has work to deal with." ”

Song Xinzi: "...... Oh. ”

Song Xinci felt that this conversation was very familiar, and it was difficult for men to eat at the same table with her in the past, could it be that when she returned here, Fu Hanyu would become a workaholic for no reason?

Song Xinci only ate half of dinner, she put down her chopsticks and asked Uncle Tian: "Uncle Tian, I'll send him something to eat." ”

Uncle Tian's eyes lit up, "Okay, madam." ”

immediately asked someone to prepare a few of Fu Hanyu's favorite foods.

Uncle Tian has a clear feeling, why haven't I seen him for more than a year, and Mr. and Mrs. have changed a lot.

But they are like this now, he looks really happy for the two of them, in the past, both of them were very different, obviously thinking about each other, but they didn't say anything, I don't know how many misunderstandings have occurred.

It would have been nice to have done this earlier, and Madame would not have returned to this home for more than a year.

Last month, when the servants were watering the flowers, they wept sadly, saying that they were all brought back by their wife, and now that their wife is no longer home, they are probably going to wander again.

At that time, Fu Hanyu was passing by, and when he heard it, he just stood on the steps and pursed his lips, his face cold.

He said to the servants, "Your lady will be back soon." ”

Uncle Tian thought that Mr. Fu was just casually comforting, but he didn't expect that in less than a month, Mr. really brought Mrs. back.

Uncle Tian was relieved, and watched Song Xinci send the seafood porridge upstairs all the way.

Song Xinci knocked on the door with a free hand, and quickly said in the room, "Come in." ”

Song Xinci twisted the door and entered, Fu Hanyu turned his back to her on the phone at first, and said without looking back, "Put things down, you go out." ”

The servants knew that he often worked overtime, so they often brought dinner, and Fu Hanyu only thought of it as someone else.

He continued to instruct on the phone, "QG still has this kind of contract? The first place winner will shoot the cover of their next issue? ”

Fu Hanyu paused, "Okay, you bring the lawyer over tomorrow to confirm with Xinzi, she is willing to shoot and shoot, and if she is unwilling, let QG dispel this idea." ”

Fu Hanyu hung up the phone, turned the swivel chair, and suddenly saw the person leaning against the table with his arms crossed, and he was surprised for a while, full of surprise.

He looked at the porridge on the table, and a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes.

"Baby, why did you send it?"

"Let's not talk about that." Song Xinci raised his chin and pointed to his mobile phone, and asked strangely, "You just mentioned QG, are you talking about me?" ”