Before the business trip, he planned to arrange Christmas well. On this day, Song Chi lost all plans.

The night before, the exercise was too intense, and it was Saturday again. Song Chi lay down directly after breakfast time and was close to lunch time.

Wei Xianghe's biological clock was very accurate, and he woke up naturally at about seven o'clock in the morning. He wanted to get up and go downstairs to make breakfast, but Song Chi locked her in his arms with his arms tightly. When she moved slightly, his hands tightened unconsciously. She called him his name softly, but he didn't move again.

Wei Xiang and his wife had no choice but to lie on the bed with him. After lying like this, it was noon. Song Chi opened his eyes, lowered his eyes and stared at her, and suddenly put his lips down.

"Wei Xianghe." He kissed her and vaguely called her name. His lips wrapped around her, sucked and milled, without any romance, and invisibly exuded affection and attachment.

Wei Xianghe looked at his handsome face, which was so magnifying at the close, and was slightly ecstatic. I wonder if it was an illusion, but when she came back from this business trip, Song Chi seemed a little different from before, as if she had become a little sticky. Not only in action, but also with a feeling that she couldn't tell and the warmth that made her heart beat. This seemed a bit unrealistic and even whimsical, but she couldn't help but be attracted to make such conjectures and speculations.

Song Chi noticed her distraction and suddenly raised her eyes. Wei Xianghe hit his eyes like this.

She clearly saw her own reflection in his ink pupils. When her heart moved, Song Chi's lips had moved upwards, and a kiss fell on her eyes.

She blinked.

Song Chi's head had retreated, and he spoke, his tone as calm as usual, and he did not seem to feel a little embarrassed because of such unusual warmth and affection. "What are you watching me do?"

There was a heat slowly rising behind the ear. Wei Xianghe pretended to be calm and shook her head gently. She pulled away his hand that was still on her waist and said softly, "I didn't have breakfast this morning. Are you hungry? I'll get up and cook for you, so I'll call you."

Every time she teased Wei Xiang and Song Chi, she was physically and mentally happy. Seeing that she was so shy that her ears were red, she pretended to be calm and calm, she felt a sense of accomplishment like a distorted state.

But this pleasure only lasts after lunch.

Wei Xianghe entered a text message on his mobile phone, with only five simple words - Merry Christmas. The content was nothing unusual, and what made Song Chi unhappy was the sender.

Cheng Jiyuan actually secretly sent a blessing text message to Wei Xianghe, without any hesitation that Wei Xianghe was a married woman.

If Wei Xianghe hadn't had time to see the message before he had cleaned up in the kitchen, he happened to hear the prompt sound of the text message coming in and glanced curiously, and the man surnamed Cheng would have dug him under his nose.

Secretly complaining, Song Chi stared at the text message lying on the main screen with a dark face and shouted to the kitchen, "Wei Xianghe, I want to use your phone."

Wei Xianghe responded, he had already picked up her cell phone from the desktop and called back Cheng Jiyuan's number while walking upstairs.

After a few sounds, Cheng Jiyuan's somewhat low voice came from the other end of the phone, "Doctor Wei?"

"Doctor Cheng, his superior, is really considerate. He also sends blessing text messages to his subordinates for a foreign festival." Song Chi gritted his teeth and was sarcastic.

After a few seconds of silence, Cheng Jiyuan asked back, "Mr. Song seems to be very jealous?"

His tone sounded jealous? He was obviously angry and jealous!

"I need to be jealous? Dr. Cheng seemed to have forgotten who I am Wei Xianghe." Song Chi: "Cheng Jiyuan, we agreed that you can't pester our Wei Xianghe anymore. What does it mean to have a sense of presence during Christmas now?"

Cheng Jiyuan's tone was faint, "Facts prove that my presence is quite strong. It seems that it stimulates you to jump up and down. Even the identity of you Wei Xiang and your husband cannot make you feel at ease."

"Do you have no confidence in you or Wei Xiang and you have no confidence?"

Song Chi angrily: "I don't have confidence in you, it's been a day or two for you to have bad intentions."

There was another long silence on the other end.

Song Chi was suspicious. Is his words so thought-provoking to the soul? It’s worth thinking about for so long?

"Why don't you speak? I feel guilty?"

Cheng Jiyuan seemed to sneer, and then he underestimated, "No guilt."

Song Chi: “…”

"I didn't plan to send it to Dr. Wei at the beginning, I just sent it wrong."

"Is it such a coincidence?" Song Chi didn't believe it.

"..." Cheng Jiyuan paused again, "Song Chi, when I first knew that Dr. Wei was married, and even the marriage partner was you, I was particularly worthy of Dr. Wei. She was a very simple and kind person. You were almost all absurd, and even after marriage, I even went to gossip magazines. Of course, there were people who caught the scenes, but it is undeniable that not all of them were fabricated. I thought you had other hidden feelings about your flash marriage, but before I knew about you, I saw her when she was talking to you on the phone. It was different from being gentle and patient with others, and there was a faint smile in my eyes. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that she was affectionate with you, and you were a person who did not understand feelings, so I was not optimistic about your marriage."

"But I seem to have misunderstood. Your nervous look at the men around Dr. Wei is full of soldiers, which makes me believe that your feelings for Dr. Wei may not be less than hers for you."

——

When Wei Xiang and returned to the room, Song Chi had already hung up the phone and was sitting on the sofa, crossing her legs and playing with her cell phone in a daze.

Wei Xiang and his footsteps paused slightly, then walked towards him, "Is something wrong?" Whether he lost his temper, was in a good mood or was in a bad mood, he followed her in and out without stopping, and he was always lively. This was the first time she saw this kind of low-talk and taciturn look in deep thought.

Hearing her voice, Song Chi turned around and stared at her for a few seconds before coming to his senses.

He handed her the phone back, "It's okay."

Wei Xianghe did not ignore the discomfort that flashed through his eyes. She moved her lips and asked nothing.

Since his answer was fine, he naturally didn't want to say it. Why did she bother asking him to get upset?

Wei Xianghe lowered her eyes and opened her cell phone.

Seeing this, Song Chi frowned and became anxious, "Don't you believe me?"

Wei Xianghe was stunned and instantly understood what he meant. He said he used her cell phone before, but now she just got the phone and clicked it. He was afraid that he thought she was checking the purpose of his use of her cell phone.

"No, I don't believe you." She smiled at him and explained softly, "When I was downstairs, I seemed to hear the message prompt..."

It turns out it's this...

Song Chi said, his face was not blushing, his heart was not beating, and he was talking lies with his eyes open, "It's a spam message, I'll delete it for you." He really deleted it. Anyway, Cheng Jiyuan also said that it was sent wrong, so if you don't delete it, it will take up memory?

Thinking of this, Song Chi suddenly disliked him a little. Since Cheng Jiyuan said that to him, he should have really stopped thinking about Wei Xianghe, but he seemed to be so scrupulous.

He felt that he was really a devil.

"Is that true?" Wei Xiang and the others were suspicious, but they also stopped looking up information.

"Yes." Song Chi answered seriously and calmly.

There was no specific plan for Christmas, but in the afternoon, Song Chi urged Wei Xiang and the others to change their clothes and take her out.

In the cold winter season, the biting coldness that was invading could not repel everyone's enthusiasm for this festival. The shops on the street are full of Christmas trees, and the festive festive celebrations are everywhere.

Song Chi led Wei Xianghe to walk aimlessly on the street, looking at these green trees with gorgeous and exquisite decorations and an old man wearing red clothes and red hats. He frowned and turned his head to look at Wei Xianghe.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and there was always a faint smile on her face.

The folds between his eyebrows spread a little bit, and his mood was a little infected. He raised the corners of his lips and quickly stopped them again.

"Do you like to see these trees?" he asked casually, muttering, "Isn't it just a little more decoration than ordinary trees, what's worth seeing?"

Wei Xiang and the corners of her mouth were still slightly curved. She looked up at Song Chi and said softly without any haste, "It's day now, and the effect of the colorful lights on the Christmas tree is not very obvious, and it will look much better at night."

Song Chi took a look at the time. It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still a long time before dark.

His brows frowned again.

Of course, he wouldn't wander on the street until dark. After searching for a date guide online, he took Wei Xianghe to the cinema.

He chose a horror film that was incompatible with this romantic festival with great scheming. However, the scene of the girl who was frightened and screaming and threw herself into the arms of the man beside him did not happen to him and Wei Xianghe. He was naturally absent-minded, but Wei Xianghe watched calmly and attentively.

This made Song Chi extremely depressed. The strategies were all lie, and he no longer believed in such things as coaxing children.

He was so angry that he sat restlessly and moved around, which affected the girl watching the movie in the back seat and was politely reminded to affect her.

Wei Xiang and naturally knew about this movement and apologized to the girl apologized. When they turned around and saw Song Chiru's face at the bottom of the pot, they felt helpless and funny.

"Don't you like watching? Why don't we go out?" She lowered her voice to ask for his opinion.

"Didn't you take it seriously? Look at it, and leave after watching it." Song Chishan's understanding words were sour.

Without waiting for Wei Xianghe to agree, his head leaned on Wei Xianghe's shoulder, moved a few times to find a comfortable posture, and he calmed down.

"I'll take a moment and call me when I leave."

Wei Xianghe felt the weight on her shoulders and smiled with a pursed lips.

"good."
Chapter completed!