It's just that through the thin pajamas, the temperature of her body chatting with him was attached to him without warning. The man took her arm around his waist, turned on the dim bedside lamp, and climbed out of bed.

Jian Lin's hands suddenly jumped into the air, and she also sat up from the bed, stopped her back, her thin white teeth bit her lip, and her eyes were still looking at him with affection.

The man stood more than two meters away from the bed, his good-looking sword eyebrows frowned, his dark eyes were covered with a layer of warmth, and a faint voice sounded above her head, "Since you are sick, take a good rest!" ”

The slender white fingers took off the clothes from the hanger, and the woman's voice was soft and a little aggrieved, like a child who had done something wrong and begged for forgiveness, "You promised to stay with me tonight, are you leaving now?" ”

"I'm not leaving, it's in the guest room next to you, feel free to call me if you're not feeling well."

With that, he walked in the direction of the door, leaving her with only a faint and cold figure.

The next morning, he was not used to sleeping in a bed in an unfamiliar place, so by less than six o'clock he had already woken up.

I walked out of the guest room in a bit of a daze, and vaguely heard a noise in the kitchen, and the beautiful Qianying was busy, with a serious expression and enjoyment.

"Aren't you still sick, why did you get out of bed and cook?" The man hurriedly walked up to her, stretched out his bony fingers and probed her forehead again, the temperature had completely receded.

"You've never eaten anything I made! To tell you, the little shortbread I baked is a must, when I was in school in the United States before, in order to save money, what is not do-it-yourself, rich food and clothing. ”​

Her simple words easily resonated with him, he was inspirational when he was in college, not using a penny of his family, that period of youth and hard work, although it was a hard time, but it was endless.

He knows the satisfaction of making breakfast for his loved ones.

From the perspective of a business chef, Jian Lin's shortbread is indeed very flavorful, soft, sweet, and delicious.

It had been a long time since anyone had sat across from him for breakfast, and his eyes were warm to her, as if he had seen the face that had once been familiar at the distance of a table.

"Did you hear me speak?" The voice of the woman opposite suddenly raised, and the chopsticks in her hand were placed next to the dishes in a bit of anger, muttering and looking at him.

The man suddenly came back to his senses and recognized that the woman in front of him was Jian Lin, a faint look of shame appeared on his face, and he replied in a gentle voice: "What were you talking about just now?"

"I asked you if you would like to add a bowl of porridge? Well? The woman's eyes flashed with some displeasure, staring at the empty bowl in front of him, and the man was often absent-minded when he was with her.

"No need! I'm already full. Your shortbread is delicious. An extra day off at home, I approved. ”​

The man stretched out his hand to disrupt her hair, and her movements looked a little spoiled, but Jian Lin's eyes were stagnant, this was her brother's "signature move" when he was alive.

When Cheng Hongming walked out of her residence, it was still early, and the more she was with Jian Lin, the more empty the chest was.

Sitting alone in the driver's seat, he lit a cigarette, the window slowly fell, and the cold air outside suddenly came in, making his mind clearer.

Pulling out the photos from the drawer in front of the co-pilot, she looked a little thinner, less smiling than before, her fingers slowly slid down her cheeks, and it seemed like she would never be able to finish.

In the conference room of Shengshi Restaurant, You Lan was in a meeting, a text message popped up on her mobile phone, looking at the string of numbers that were still familiar without any marking, she put her mobile phone on the table and did not click on it.

After the meeting, she hid in a quiet office by herself, thinking of the photos of him and Jian Lin in the magazine, and unconsciously had a headache.

picked up the phone and put it down, and finally clicked on it, Cheng Hongming said that he missed Xing'er a little, and he was going to pick up Xing'er to live in the villa for two days in the afternoon.

You Lan took a long breath, after all, there is still Xing'er between them, and I am afraid that it will be messy for the rest of their lives.

The syllables on the fingers spell out the word "good", and there is only this one word.

Cheng Hongming took Xing'er to the mall to sweep the goods, Hua Yu was responsible for moving and taking it behind him, Ultraman, Transformers, Tyrannosaurus transformation cars, Xing'er's range of choices only revolves around these, what Barbie dolls, plush dolls don't even look at them, a proper female man.

In the evening, she prepared a love meal for her daughter, and the little girl ate the dessert all over her nose.

Huanhuan happily played with her for most of the day, and when the naughty little girl got into the quilt and closed her eyes, one of his hearts fell.

helped her turn off the bedroom light, and then fell into the sofa in the living room to smoke, looking at the little face that looked like her between her eyebrows and eyes just now, inexplicable worry and irritability surged into distress, and the cigarette butts on the ashtray on the coffee table were piled up more and more.

"Dad......" The sweet and soft voice came from the stairs, Cheng Hongming's eyebrows were almost invisible, and he raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

The man's folded legs fell, and he opened his arms to meet the little daughter who ran upside down, hugged and rested on his thighs, and gently pinched her little face with his fingers, "Didn't they all fall asleep just now, why did you get up?" ”

"Is Dad unhappy?" Xing'er tilted her little head and asked angrily.

"No, I'm very happy to see Xing'er today." Fingers scrape her little nose, the corners of her lips hook a shallow and gentle smile, the happy expression is about to be superficial, and the unhappiness will be hidden deeply.

"It's obviously just unhappy, and Dad is still lying. Is Dad because Mom is with his cousin? ”

Xing'er stared at the man who had encircled her in her arms with big watery eyes, and there was a hint of doubt in her loud voice.

"Xing'er still doesn't understand the adult's business. When Xing'er grows up, he will be able to understand this. Regardless of whether Mom and Dad are together or not, we all love Xing'er. ”

The world of adults is too complicated, and he thinks that the simplicity and innocence in her eyes have always been there.

Actually, my mother was not happy. Xing'er could see that her mother didn't want to be with her cousin. I lived upstairs with my mother, and my cousin never came up. ”

The little girl's leaked information made his brows twist fiercely, thinking of the photos in his hand, the woman's expression was not very happy, and his heart seemed to be eroded by something.

"Xing'er, do you mean...... Mom didn't live with her cousin? There was a hint of excitement floating between her eyebrows, and the reason why she would stay with that man seemed to be a last resort, not a willingness.

Xing'er didn't see them living in the room, and my cousin liked my mother as much as my father. My cousin also loved my mother and me, but my mother was always unhappy, just like my father. As...... Daddy bring Mommy back! ”

She had been thinking about this for a long time, although if she did this, her cousin would probably be very sad.

"Okay, Daddy will try. Xing'er has to go to bed early and get up early tomorrow to go to school. ”

The man's gentle eyebrows were stained with a smile, and he had not dared to take the initiative to inquire about the answer to that question, for fear that he had received information that he did not want to know at all.

He carried his daughter back to the bedroom, comforted her to sleep on the bed, and then turned off the lights and withdrew.

He walked back to the living room quickly, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, dialed a number and went out, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Where is she now?" ”

"She's still at Shengshi Restaurant, and she hasn't gotten off work." A respectful male voice came from the other side, which sounded very professional.

The man let out a low "um", then hung up the phone, picked up the suit jacket at hand and walked out.

The weather in the middle of winter night is dry and cold, there are few pedestrians on the road, and even the vehicles are stumbling, and they have to shuttle on the road in twos and threes.

His car was so skillful that it drove into the underground parking lot of the Shengshi Restaurant, and parked opposite her little polo, the hour hand on his watch was almost ten o'clock, and finally there was a "click" sound of his high heels rubbing against the ground.

The man's sword eyebrows frowned almost invisibly, and then he saw the woman who was thinking about her walking to the car and was about to open the main driver's door, he pushed the door and stood behind her, and gently called her name with all kinds of complicated emotions, "Lan'er......"

The woman's heart was so stunned that she curled up in panic as if she had been attacked by some fierce attack, and her hand holding the doorknob was clenched unconsciously, and her voice could be discerned even if she didn't look back.

The voice that had been lost for a long time appeared in her dreams countless times and echoed in her mind.

The man had already walked close behind her, and her fingers holding the handlebars had fallen, but she didn't look back at him!

His breath grew closer, and then he stretched out his arm around her waist, and the real feeling stimulated all his senses, and the long-lost emptiness seemed to be filled in this moment.

He buried his head in her neck, greedily sucking on her taste and breath, eager to crush her into his arms.

The underground parking lot was particularly empty at this time, and the extremely dim orange light stretched the two of them very long, adding a bit of loneliness.

The corners of his lips curled a shallow arc, and a very low and hoarse voice came out of his throat, but a question sentence seemed to have been concluded a long time ago.

"You don't love him at all, don't you......" Those photos, Xing'er's words, how can he be so smart and confused for a while, he can't even tell her mind......

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