The night was dark, and it was cold and bitter outside, but it was warm inside.

In the presidential suite of the Intercontinental Hotel, Joan half leaned and half lay on her daughter's side, kissed her pink little face, uncovered the quilt, and lay down next to her.

did not share the same bed with Song Yichen.

It always feels awkward.

Obviously, the divorce agreement has been signed, and it has only been a few days, and the two have rolled together again.

The key is that she is not ashamed and enjoys the process very much.

I can't help but sigh when I think of the absolute decision I made when I signed it.

How could she be at odds?

Even if Song Yichen is a little bit better to her now, which is what she wants, he hasn't solved Shen Tao yet!

Shen Tao is the biggest problem between them.

You can't ignore the existence of this cancer just because he has a piece of sugar.

The text message just now must not have been sent by Shen Tao.

If so, is he likely to come back?

There is no answer to this question.

I couldn't find an answer either.

There is no such thing as an "if".

She slept very soundly early, and she couldn't help but kiss the little girl's cheek again, turned sideways, and turned off the bedside lamp.

Suddenly, I saw the ointment on the bedside table.

All of a sudden, my heart felt as if it had been hit by something, numb and itchy, with a slight sweetness.

Wrap up the quilt for her daughter, and her movements are very light.

Reach out and take the ointment and pinch it on your fingertips.

Why did he run out and buy a box of medicine and come back?

I can't think of any other answer than caring about her.

Song Yichen began to care about her, which made her a little apprehensive.

Accustomed to his indifference and detachment, in the face of his concern, at a loss.

Just when Qiao An was in a daze, a figure flashed, and suddenly there was an extra person in front of him.

Who else can it be besides Song Yichen!

Joan immediately slipped the ointment into the quilt and looked at him intently.

"Is there something wrong?"

Afraid of noisy her daughter, her voice was very low.

Song Yichen put his hands in the pockets of his trousers and looked at her condescendingly: "You sleep here?" ”

Between his eyebrows and eyes, there was already dissatisfaction.

Joan sat up and looked up at him: "I'm very tired today, I don't want to toss." ”

There was still pain between the roots of her legs, and even sitting like this made her feel very uncomfortable.

I'm afraid that if he asks such an unspeakable question, he can only pretend that he is fine.

Song Yichen's eyebrows were twisted severely, and there was a cold pool in his eyes: "I don't agree!" ”

Even though he lowered his voice, the compulsion in his words was suffocating.

Joan frowned.

He didn't speak, just stared at him.

The eyes are facing each other.

The atmosphere was very bad.

At swords' points.

In the next second, Joan soared into the air.

"You ......"

Before she could say anything, she was hugged out of bed by Song Yichen.

While covering the quilt for his daughter, the man warned Joan: "Shhhh ”

You don't need to reason with women.

Song Yichen put Qiao An on the big bed, locked the door, and returned to her.

"Uncomfortable there?"

Joan Ann held his forehead.

This is...... Did he see it?

"Joan, I'm asking you!" He was impatient, and before he could say a few words, his voice began to become gloomy.

Can she be blamed for this?

Is it her fault?

If it weren't for this person's excess, last night, would she have been tossed so badly!!

Speaking of which, he is the one to blame!

"Song Yichen, you were the one who made me like this last night, right?"

Song Yichen's anger immediately disappeared by half.

Thinking of her awkward posture when she walked today, she couldn't help but feel irritable: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”