Song Xianji raised his head and looked at the designer named Orange in front of him, his chestnut curly hair looked very playful and cute, and his fisherman's hat and shirt dress looked like a college student. Song Xianji was puzzled why he was wearing a mask. Song Xianji always felt that her temperament was very similar to Xia Shanshan, but her dressing style, hairstyle, and tear moles in the corners of her eyes were completely different from Xia Shanshan. What's more, Xia Shanshan has studied interior design since he was a child, how can it be related to clothing. Song Xianji rubbed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him carefully.

Xia Shanshan looked at Song Xianji's puzzled eyes and knew that his goal had been achieved, Xia Shanshan slowly untied his mask and took off his hat: "Hello, Mr. Song." I'm a new designer, Orange. Xia Shanshan smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Song Xianji. Song Xianji was almost stunned, isn't this this, Xia Shanshan?

Song Xianji stood up and hugged Xia Shanshan into his arms: "Shanshan, you are back." Xia Shanshan pushed Song Xianji away: "I'm sorry Mr. Song, please respect yourself." Call me Orange at work. Song Xianji had no choice but to let go, and then kept asking Xia Shanshan how he was doing recently and why he had been gone for a year. Xia Shanshan didn't answer Song Xianji's question, but just spread the documents he had made last night on the table and flipped to the side of the sample drawing for Song Xianji to see. "I'm afraid, it has nothing to do with work." Song Xianji didn't ask anymore when he heard Xia Shanshan say this, as long as Xia Shanshan came back, at least he didn't have to spend every day worrying. The two talked about work for a long time, and the secretary came in to change the water twice. Song Xianji said that he wanted to send Xia Shanshan back, but Xia Shanshan refused. Now she and Song Xianji only have a working relationship. Song Xianji knew Xia Shanshan's temper, so he let her go.

Today's Xia Shanshan is very different from before. gave Song Xianji a new feeling, Song Xianji didn't know how much Xia Shanshan had experienced, his eyes were no longer as innocent as before, and his smile was a little cold, although it gave people a feeling of iceberg beauty, but the playful and cute clothes formed a sharp contrast. Song Xianji tried to recall Xia Shanshan's previous appearance, but his mind was already very vague, and Song Xianji could only try his best to remember Xia Shanshan's current appearance. Song Xianji originally thought that his feelings for Xia Shanshan would fade sooner or later, but when he saw Xia Shanshan's eyes, everything before seemed to be nothing. Xia Shanshan is like a catastrophe in Song Xianji's life. Song Xianji's view of Xia Shanshan has changed far more than that, the little girl who used to ask Song Xianji when she couldn't make up her mind about anything has now grown up. I have to say that Xia Shanshan's design skills made Song Xianji admire very much.

Xia Shanshan put on his hat and prepared to leave. She didn't wear a mask, and she wanted to be seen by the whole company. Lin Yan, I can't imagine it, I, Xia Shanshan, will come back. And stand taller than you. The employees were almost shocked when they saw Xia Shanshan, the president's wife, who had disappeared for two years, actually entered the company in a new identity. The staff generally prefer Xia Shanshan. Lin Yan is not kind to them, although she calls herself the president's wife, there are few people who really admit it. Everyone is talking about it, now that Xia Shanshan is back, there is nothing to do with Lin Yan. Xia Shanshan sneered, it seems that Lin Yan has not had a good time these years.

Xia Shanshan recalled Song Xianji's hug before, what did Song Xianji mean? Isn't it for Lin Yan to abandon herself? The family is still like this to himself, and the rest of the feelings are not over? Xia Shanshan admitted that when he was hugged by Song Xianji, he still had that sense of security and dependence, and he didn't want to let go, but reason let him go.

I didn't know how to walk, but I walked to the place where I lived with Song Xianji before. Now that you've made it here, let's go in and have a look. Xia Shanshan looked at this familiar community, and the green belt was even more beautiful than before. Xia Shanshan took the elevator upstairs.

"Huh? Little girl, are you back? "I happened to meet the old lady next door throwing garbage back. Xia Shanshan smiled and replied yes. The old lady must let Xia Shanshan come into her house to drink some tea before leaving. Xia Shanshan had been with the old lady before, and the old lady had invited herself, how could she not go. Xia Shanshan smiled and agreed. The old lady said that Xia Shanshan is getting better and better, I really don't know where she has been in the past few years, and no one has spoken to her. As she spoke, the old lady talked about Song Xianji, "Oh, I didn't say it, your husband is really good." When you're not there, he comes every few weeks to clean up and put the flowers, all of which you used to like to put on the table. I really envy it, our old man didn't chase me so romantically when he was young. The old lady asked Xia Shanshan to drink tea as she spoke. Xia Shanshan has long had no intention of drinking tea. It turns out that Song Xianji will still come to clean here? Does he remember what flowers he liked? But they're divorced, why should he do this. The old lady asked Xia Shanshan where the others would go, and Xia Shanshan said that they were going to a friend's house. The old lady asked her why she didn't go back to her house. Of course, Xia Shanshan couldn't say that he was divorced, so he had to say that he didn't bring the key. The old lady laughed at her for being as confused as Song Xianji.

"You two, it's alike. But it's fine. Your husband often forgot to bring the key, so he put a handful on me. He said let me go, and I don't have to worry. Now that you're back, you can come to me once in a while to talk. The old lady handed the key to Xia Shanshan. Xia Shanshan took the key, and in order to reassure the old lady, Xia Shanshan let the old lady see that she opened the door and went in. Still as clean as when he left, Xia Shanshan unconsciously wanted to go in and have a look. It's the fragrance of the flowers he likes, Song Xianji is like a blind man for flowers, what will he find his favorite flowers, Xia Shanshan picked up scissors to prune the flowers, I haven't been like this for a long time. Xia Shanshan threw the reduced branch into the tube. Walking into her room, the quilt was very well spread, and it was replaced with a pink strawberry, which was the kind of small quilt that Xia Shanshan used to say she liked very much, and she said that if she could do this, her dreams would be sweet every day. Xia Shanshan opened the closet. It's Song Xianji's various shirts, ties, and pants, all of which are more messy. Xia Shanshan picked up these one by one, matched them and hung them in. The cupboard next to it has long been emptied by himself. Xia Shanshan opened it and saw that it was filled up, all of them were new clothes bought by Song Xianji, which was Xia Shanshan's favorite clothing brand. Turns out, is he still thinking about me? Xia Shanshan closed the closet. Walking into the kitchen, I heard the old lady say that Song Xianji would come here every night, and Xia Shanshan was skillfully making stinky tofu. Song Xianji said that he liked what she did. Xia Shanshan knew that Song Xianji couldn't pull his son to eat outside, and Xia Shanshan used to make it for Song Xianji every time.

Xia Shanshan put the key away and put the tofu on the table. Open the door and go downstairs. Her heart was very complicated, she didn't know why Song Xianji was like this. But there was joy in my heart. It turned out that he still had himself in his heart.

Song Xianji was busy for a day, thinking about Xia Shanshan's affairs and went upstairs. When I opened the door, I smelled the pungent smell of stinky tofu. The key on the table comes into view. It's Shanshan, are you coming? Song Xianji ran to the window, the black figure had already walked far away, and his short hair swayed slightly with the wind.

Song Xianji smiled. You say you're an orange, but you're still Xia Shanshan in your bones.