It was because I knew my life experience and felt depressed and had nowhere to vent my feelings.
Anyway, there was no retreat.
Chen Yue was tangled by her and breathed heavily, but he was awake and he wanted to move further, and he was obviously hesitant.
"Is this your own voluntary?" Chen Yue's eyes were a little red.
However, Gu Ailin was so clingy that she tore her clothes apart.
Gu Ailin didn't know if she heard it clearly or because of the discomfort after getting drunk, her face was stuck on his chest, vague, a bit uncomfortable, and a bit like a response, "Hmm~"
Her response undoubtedly added a lot of fire to the ambiguity.
Chen Yue didn't care about it anymore and directly suppressed the person.
...
An hour later, Chen Yue strode out while wearing his clothes.
Because there are still ten minutes left before departure.
Even though he was racing all the way, it was still too late.
He hurried into the cabin, Jiang Yaojing was already there.
And it's almost impatient.
Chen Yue quickly explained, "Something has been delayed..."
Jiang Yaojing raised his eyes. Chen Yue was anxious, and the collar folds that had not been sorted were open, and the red marks on his neck were clear and fresh.
Anyone who has experienced it knows how it was made.
Jiang Yaojing calmly withdrew his gaze.
“When did I talk about it?”
"ah?"
Chen Yue blinked, what did he talk about?
He seemed to understand a little again, and he sorted out the collar, "...I didn't talk about it."
Even he himself was surprised.
If Gu Ailin was really Jiang Yaojing's half-sister, he would never have been so hasty.
After all, I still have no scruples, so I will...
At best it is a one-night stand.
Perhaps men understand men, but Jiang Yaojing did not argue and asked the pilot to prepare to take off.
When Jiang Yaojing returned to his residence, Shuangshuang was playing in the living room. Anti-collision plastic covers were installed on the edges of the furniture at home, so she was afraid that Shuangshuang would bump into it if she learned to walk.
He stood barefoot on the street stall, fiddling with the toy dog in his hand, muttering, "Da...Da..."
Jiang Yaojing stood at the door and heard that his son would call him dad. His eyes darkened and he walked over quickly.
"Shuangshuang."
He whispered.
Holding the toy in both hands, he turned around and saw Jiang Yaojing. He immediately threw away the toy dog in his hand and ran towards him, "Dad..."
Shuangshuang is moving more and more steadily now, and no one needs to worry about it.
He can say a lot of simple things.
For example, eating, sleeping...and so on.
He grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth.
His head rubbed against Jiang Yaojing's chest...
"You're back." Han Xin heard the sound and walked over, "I'll go and let you have hot water, take a shower, and have a meal later."
Jiang Yaojing nodded lightly and asked, "I'm not here for these few days, are you both good?"
Han Xin's eyelids drooped, "Very well-behaved."
Sometimes when Shuangshuang lie in her arms and calls her mother.
But she can't say it.
To avoid everyone's discomfort.
Jiang Yaojing seemed to notice, "I bought a house in Country F, and the decoration was completed there, so we will move over."
"Live abroad?" Han Xin was surprised.
She doesn't know what she says there, and she will definitely be unaccustomed to living there.
"There will be servants there, and I will make arrangements. If you go there, you will only be responsible for taking care of Shuangshuang." Jiang Yaojing felt that no one cares about Shuangshuang's grandmother.
In this way, he can work and be at home with confidence.
And the headquarters is there, so he doesn't have to fly there all the time.
"I'll follow your arrangements." Even though Han Xin doesn't want to go abroad, she will overcome verbal difficulties in order to take care of her only grandson.
Jiang Yaojing went to the room to take a shower, and the hot water washed away his fatigue.
The bathrobe was scattered around her body, and there were water beads hanging on the exposed skin.
While wiping his hair, he walked over and put the clothes he wanted to wear on the bed.
Buzz...
The phone suddenly vibrated and he picked it up.
A string of numbers without notes.
He clicked in casually.
Just saw a message.
[Song Yunyun is not dead, I know her whereabouts.]