As twilight falls, the lights come on.

The light in the kitchen was on, hitting the soft woman's back, which made Song Yichen's heart throb a little for no reason.

Unconsciously stopped, stood in the doorway, watched quietly, and stared with bated breath.

Time slowed down, his back curled, and ripples rippled on his heart lake.

Everyone in Nancheng said that Qiao Anxin was like a snake and scorpion, robbing Shen Tao's man.

Only he knew how much she had been wronged.

That night, it wasn't her fault, and it wasn't her fault that she was pregnant.

At this moment, Song Yichen, looking at her, had an indescribable sense of steadiness.

She was there, everything became warm, and his heart became full.

Joan was playing with her hair, her hair was long, and if she bent her neck slightly, she would block her vision, and she was not good at cooking, so she tied a ponytail at random and put it at the back of her head, not knowing that someone was watching her.

When I was tying my apron, I don't know why, I didn't tie it for half a day.

"Sister Lin......"

When she called for help, Song Yichen walked in, stood behind her quietly, and tied her apron for her.

"Thank you."

Thinking it was Sister Lin, Qiao An thanked her as a matter of course.

Tighten on the waist.

Then, fall into a broad chest.

After realizing that it was not Sister Lin, Qiao An already knew who the other party was, and her face immediately sank: "Let go!" ”

Between her and him, it's better to be cold.

The man didn't let go, burying his head in her shoulder socket.

"Joan, if there's anything you're not satisfied with, you name it."

"I don't want a divorce!"

When he was in Songjiang, he also said such things, and also said that he had no plans to marry Shen Tao.

Can......

How can she believe it?

For the sake of Shen Tao, he didn't even want his life.

What qualifications did she have to ask him to leave Shen Tao?

Qiao An froze in place, her mind was complicated for a while, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the Song family, my father would have been in prison a long time ago.

It was Song Yichen who helped the Qiao family pay off the huge foreign debt, if it weren't for him, his father would have spent the rest of his life in prison.

In this regard alone, Song Yichen is the benefactor of the Qiao family.

If he asked her to repay the favor, she really didn't know how to repay this great favor.

Listening to his mellow and beautiful voice telling about nostalgia, Joan said that it was fake not to be impressed.

Still in love with him in the end.

Because of his words, the wall built on his heart suddenly collapsed, and there was not a single tile left. There was a faint sense of anticipation.

The reason why he didn't agree to the divorce was because he was a little concerned......

"Song Yichen, if I want you to have no contact with Shen Tao again, can you do it?"

I mustered up the courage to say this request, and I didn't dare to look at him at all.

Joan's whole body was trembling.

"You ......"

Song Yichen's face changed.

The hand that had been resting on her waist was released.

The man grimaced, stepped out of the kitchen, and said no more.

Joan stood by the pool and smiled wryly.

She and Song Yichen are destined not to be gray-haired.

Before, she reflected on her cowardice, why couldn't she talk to him directly if she had a problem?

Only now do I understand: it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

The little flame that ignited in my heart was extinguished in an instant and never came back to life.

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An hour later

Sister Lin and Qiao An put the cooked meal on the table together.

"It's early, it's time to eat!"

Even if you are in a bad mood, you must take care of your child's body.

JoAnn tried to look like she was in a good mood.

She didn't even dare to see if there was Song Yichen in the place where her daughter was sitting.

"Okay!" The little girl smiled sweetly, "I'll pack up the next toy and come!" ”

He quickly ran towards the table in the morning, followed by a tall man.