After the conversation with Li Yaoyao, Chen Yue suddenly missed Song Yao very much.

She hadn't taken the initiative to contact Song Yao for a week, because she was always worried that it would disturb his work. After all, she couldn't help him, all she could do was not to cause trouble.

Song Yao is also getting busier and busier, and he only sends her a good night every night, and the chat records of the two of them are pitifully short, making others seem to be just to continue the spark and the giant wheel.

However, Song Yao occasionally takes the time to make a video call with her for less than two minutes.

Just to take a look at her, listen to Chen Yue say good night, and then mua.

Wife: Are you free?

The mobile phone prompt sounded, and Song Yao, who had just left the airport, was overjoyed when he saw these words. The fatigue seemed to disappear in an instant, and the contrast between the front and back made the secretary next to him look confused.

He briskly replied with one word: empty.

Two seconds later, wife: No video?

As soon as Chen Yue's message was sent, Song Yao's phone called.

"Hey~ I finally know that I miss me~" Song Yao's words sounded really sad to the secretary next to him.

"I really want to... Alas~" Chen Yue looked at him in a formal suit, frowned unconsciously, and sighed, "Are you so busy in the future?" ”

"What, do you really miss me?" Song Yao hooked his lips and smiled evilly.

"Is it fake?" Chen Yue pouted slightly, looking at his cheap and obedient appearance, she was very unhappy.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" Song Yao asked with some complaint.

"Even if you come, you don't have time to spend with me, and you may have to be distracted, what's the point?" Chen Yue pursed her lips.

"Alas......" Song Yao sighed softly and glanced at the secretary beside him, who walked forward quickly with great interest.

He suddenly said frankly: "Actually, every time I am tired, I want to see you in a blink of an eye, so I want to rub your head." ”

Song Yao's eyes were suddenly so gentle that he couldn't speak, and a string of characters was as gentle as flowing water, gurgling through the tip of his heart.

"You're seducing me again." Chen Yue lowered her eyes slightly, not looking at his peach blossom eyes that would discharge, "Don't you just want to trick me into coming......"

"Alas~" Song Yao sighed helplessly, and corrected gently, "Baby, I want you to come over, I don't want to lie to you." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll come over in another week~" Chen Yue's little heart couldn't stand his gentle appearance at all, so she quickly disarmed and surrendered.

"Really?!"

Song Yao's eyes suddenly brightened, as if they were shining.

"Really, the tickets are all bought."

When Song Yao heard this, he grinned childishly, and the two tiger teeth hung on the corners of his mouth, always making people forget his old-fashioned appearance.

"Then I'll wait for you in vain." Song Yao said cheaply.

"It's very good that you have this awareness. Stand down~"

"Hmm." Seeing Song Yao nodding lightly, Chen Yue hung up the call.

Looking at the phone that hung up, the smile on Song Yao's face still couldn't be contained, and after putting the phone in his trouser pocket, he strode towards the Rolls-Royce parked not far away.

The secretary stood at the door of the car waiting for him, and when he saw his smiling face that was suddenly full of spring, it was getting closer, and the thirty-year-old aunt suddenly showed a pleased smile.

The secretary clearly remembered that the weather in Qingcheng today was: sunny, 32~36 °C.

It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun above his head was still poisonous, but this young man who walked into the sun in formal clothes made people unconsciously think how gentle this sunlight should be.

God, is this the sour smell of legendary love? I can't even bear the poisonous sun.

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