Lin Fanyue opened her mouth and asked complicatedly: "Qingrui, do you really want to behave in the eyes of the elders of the Song family? Do you really want to... always be in a high position?"

"Fanyue, until now, I have no choice. I can only say that even if my father is just a small director, I will be content and happy."

Song Qingrui had a smile on his face from beginning to end, but Lin Fanyue seemed to see a hint of helplessness in this gentle man's eyes.

This meal, invisibly, brought the two people closer together.

This meal was promised to be Lin Fanyue's treat.

When she went out to pay the bill, she passed by the corner and heard two waitresses discussing.

"Hey, the man in the box at Yunxiang Hall tonight is quite good-looking."

"No matter how beautiful it is, it belongs to someone else. I didn't see that other people have wives and are holding children."

"I saw it. That woman is so happy. She has a handsome and considerate husband. Didn't you see that the man was holding the child during the whole meal? I have worked here for so long and I rarely see such a man.

, almost extinct.”

"..."

Lin Fanyue did not go over to disturb them.

She thought that the waiters couldn't believe that such a good Song Qingrui would like men.

...

For the next period of time, Lin Fanyue worked during the day and took care of Yue at night.

Song Qingrui sometimes goes back to the Presidential Palace for dinner, but occasionally spends the night outside.

Whenever this happens, Lin Fanyue will be worried. She is afraid that Song Qingrui will fool around with other men outside, so she quickly sends a WeChat message to Song Qingrui: [Why didn't you come back last night? You won't fool around with wild men outside.]

Song Qingrui: [I don’t want to say it.]

Lin Fanyue was anxious, and it was clear that she had a decadent attitude that was about to go astray.

She hurriedly replied: [Then you should go back to the Presidential Palace tonight and don’t stay out overnight.]

Song Qingrui: ["Zuo Heng Heng" Do you miss me? 】

Lin Fanyue: [Yes, I miss you.]

Song Qingrui: [If you miss me, then I’ll come back.]

Lin Fanyue breathed a sigh of relief, and the old mother's heart finally fell to the ground.

Not long after, Song Qingrui sent a photo. In the photo, it was a bowl of powder with chili oil floating on it. The powder was covered with chopped green onion and thin slices of mutton. There was also a pair of chopsticks on the side of the bowl, with a slender man on the chopsticks.

The hand is also in the frame.

Song Qingrui: [The mutton noodles in our unit are delicious.]

Lin Fanyue: [It looks delicious, but suddenly I remembered that I haven’t eaten mutton noodles for a long time, and I want to eat it. 】

Song Qingrui: [I won’t give it to you.]

Lin Fanyue:【Ignore you】

Song Qingrui: [Baby Fanyue, don’t be angry anymore. I’ll have the courier deliver it to you tomorrow.]

Lin Fanyue: [Are you looking for a beating? Can you still eat it?]

"What are you doing?"

A curious voice suddenly came from the side.

Lin Fanyue was startled and quickly looked up, only to find that Jiang Qingxin was standing beside her at some point, looking at her phone curiously.


Chapter completed!