"Boss, your husband is here!"

The little assistant happily ran over to inform him, and Tong Yan, who had been a little absent-minded, immediately put down the work in his hand and walked towards staying.

Song Jinghua brought her favorite milk tea and some dim sum, and ordered one for the staff in the store, so that everyone was full of praise for him.

"Boss Song, you don't know that when you're away, our boss lady can't give up, so she can't wait to ......

"You're talking!" Tong Yan scolded the little assistant.

"Hehe, someone is shy, I won't say it." The little assistant took the food and shouted for everyone to leave together, making room for the two of them in a playful way.

Song Jinghua looked at Tong Yan slightly playfully: "What's wrong?" You rarely get distracted when you're working, do you have something on your mind?"

Tong Yan took a sip of milk tea, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not a matter of mind, but I seem to have remembered some things from the past recently."

Song Jinghua: "Really? What do you remember?"

Tong Yan smiled and said, "It's all trivial things, such as when I was young, I picked up a cat, and I was afraid that my parents would find out, so I secretly kept it in the closet, but my mother found out when she cleaned up the room, and I was scolded, but in the end I agreed to keep the cat."

Song Jinghua laughed: "Sounds like something Xiaonuo would do."

Tong Yan: "She is much happier than me, now there are cats and dogs at home, and I don't dare to scold her, I will run to you to complain about her two sentences."

Song Jinghua: "But I'm always talking for you."

Tong Yan smiled happily: "Today's egg tarts are delicious."

Song Jinghua: "It's just baked, I know you like it, so I bought a few more."

Tong Yan looked at the afternoon tea on the table with some distress: "You said that you want to supervise my weight loss, and you bought me so many high-calorie things."

Song Jinghua: "It's just that you have worked hard in the past two days, so I specially treat you."

Tong Yan: "Then I'm not practicing in vain!"

Song Jinghua: "You're not fat, exercise is just for your health, you can eat whatever you want."

Tong Yan: "No! You've got to run with me at night and consume all this stuff."

Song Jinghua smiled dotingly: "Okay, let's eat it quickly, it doesn't taste so good when it's cold."

Tong Yan felt guilty on the one hand, and on the other hand, he couldn't resist the temptation of food.

After she married Song Jinghua, she had gained almost ten pounds.

Song Jinghua usually cooks deliciously, and brings her snacks when she has nothing to do, which has caused many people in the store to ask her if she is pregnant in the past few days.

This afternoon, Tong Yan talked to Song Jinghua about the past she recalled, but Song Jinghua did not mention those unpleasant things.

Retrieving her memories has made her more aware of what kind of person she was before, and she is more emotional about her experience over the years, and she is more grateful and cherished to the people who have been by her side all these years.

There were a lot of dead leaves scattered on the boulevard in late autumn, and Tong Yan stopped panting: "Let's stop here today, I'm so tired."

Song Jinghua smiled and pointed to the bench on the side of the road: "Sit down and rest, I'll go buy water."

Tong Yan wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel: "I'll go with you."

Song Jinghua smiled and took her hand: "Why are your hands so cold after so much sweat."

Tong Yan: "It's cold."

Song Jinghua wrapped her cold hand, Tong Yan looked up at him with a smile and said, "It's so warm."

Song Jinghua took her hand and tightened it a little: "Hurry up and go back and take a hot bath, don't catch a cold."

Tong Yan looked at him with a smile, and suddenly shouted, "Husband."

Song Jinghua looked at her suspiciously: "Huh?"

Tong Yan curled his eyes: "I feel so happy."

Song Jinghua laughed: "How stupid and stupid."

Tong Yan snuggled up to him, humming an unknown tune happily, and Song Jinghua also curled the corners of his mouth.

The dead leaves falling from the trees dotted the happy lovers, and the fallen leaves seemed to be less desolate.