Or because I knew my life experience, I felt aggrieved and had nowhere to vent.
All in all, there was no retreat.
Chen Yue was breathing heavily due to being entangled by her, but he was awake and obviously hesitant to take further action.
"Is this of your own free will?" Chen Yue's eyes turned a little red.
However, Gu Ailin was too clingy and her clothes were torn apart by him.
Gu Ailin didn't know whether she heard clearly or because of the discomfort after being drunk. She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, a bit like feeling uncomfortable, but also a bit like a response, "Yeah~"
Her response undoubtedly added fuel to the ambiguity.
Chen Yue didn't care anymore and pushed the person down directly.
…
An hour later, Chen Yue strode out while putting on his clothes.
Because there are still ten minutes left before takeoff time.
Even though he raced all the way, it was still too late.
He hurriedly walked into the cabin, and Jiang Yaojing was already there.
And it's close to impatient.
Chen Yue quickly explained, "Something has delayed me..."
Jiang Yaojing raised his eyes and saw that the folds of Chen Yue's collar, which had not been straightened out because of his anxiety, were exposed. The red mark on his neck was clear and fresh.
Anyone who has been there knows how it was done.
Jiang Yaojing calmly averted his gaze.
"When did you talk about it?"
"ah?"
Chen Yue blinked, what was he talking about?
He seemed to understand a little bit again and adjusted his collar, "...I didn't talk about it either."
It surprised even himself.
If Gu Ailin was really Jiang Yaojing's half-sister, he would never be so hasty.
In the final analysis, only when I no longer have any scruples...
It was a one-night stand at best.
Probably because all men understand men, Jiang Yaojing didn't say anything and asked the pilot to prepare for takeoff.
Jiang Yaojing returned to his residence, and Shuangshuang was playing in the living room. The furniture at home was equipped with anti-collision plastic covers on the edges to prevent Shuangshuang from being bumped into when he learned to walk.
He stood on the stall with bare feet, playing with the toy dog in his hand, muttering, "Daddy... daddy..."
Jiang Yaojing stood at the door. Hearing that his son would call him dad, his eyes darkened and he walked over quickly.
"Both."
He called softly.
Holding the toy in both hands, he turned around and saw Jiang Yaojing. He immediately dropped the toy dog in his hand and ran towards him, "Papa..."
Both of you are now walking more and more steadily, and you don't need anyone else to worry about you.
He can speak a lot of simple words.
For example, it’s time to eat, sleep, etc.
He grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
His head rubbed against Jiang Yaojing's chest...
"You're back." Han Xin heard the noise and came over, "I'll put hot water for you. You take a bath and eat later."
Jiang Yaojing snorted slightly and asked, "Are you both good when I'm not around these days?"
Han Xin's eyelids drooped, "Very good."
Sometimes when Shuangshuang was sleeping, he would lie in her arms and call her mother.
But she couldn't say.
So that everyone doesn't feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Yaojing seemed to be aware of it, "I bought a house in country F. After it is renovated there, we will move there."
"Going to live abroad?" Han Xin was surprised.
She doesn't know the language there, so she will definitely not be used to living there.
"There will be servants there, and I will make arrangements. You will only be responsible for taking care of Shuangshuang when you get there." Jiang Yaojing felt that whoever takes care of Shuangshuang would not care about Shuangshuang's own grandmother.
In this way, he can work while he is at home with peace of mind.
And the head office is over there, so he doesn't have to fly there all the time.
"I will follow your arrangements." Even if Han Xin doesn't want to go abroad, she will overcome the difficulty of speaking in order to take care of her only grandson.
Jiang Yaojing went to his room to take a shower, and the hot water washed away his fatigue.
The bathrobe was hung loosely on her body, and there were still water beads hanging on the exposed skin.
While wiping his hair, he walked over and found the clothes he wanted to wear laid out on the bed.
Buzzing…
The phone suddenly vibrated and he picked it up.
A string of numbers without notes.
He clicked in casually.
I saw a message.
【Song Yunyun is not dead, I know her whereabouts.】