Chapter five hundred and fortieth grass on the wall
Jiang Yaojing was silent for a long time.
Although his parents died early, he had never felt their love.
But at least he had never experienced the sadness of his relatives being by his side but not being loved.
"I know, I'm selfish in doing this..."
"I understand." Jiang Yaojing was not angry, and he had already figured it out.
He and Song Yunyun have an equal relationship.
She shouldn't have sacrificed herself to fulfill her.
That is unequal.
After Gu Ailin's incident, she was exhausted and she did not give her enough comfort and even had a conflict with her.
Han Xin was surprised for a moment, "You really don't mind?"
Jiang Yaojing said, "I am wrong with this matter."
Han Xin had a lot to say.
No matter what, we must fight for the right to work for our daughter.
I didn't expect that Jiang Yaojing would be so easy to talk to.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Jiang Yaojing stood up, "I still have some work matters to deal with."
Han Xin quickly said, "You go and do your business."
"That today I..."
Jiang Yaojing turned around, "We are a family, nothing."
Han Xin was a little embarrassed.
Jiang Yaojing stopped and said to Han Xin, "I am very happy. It is her blessing and mine."
He could clearly feel that Han Xin was really thinking about Song Yunyun.
As a mother, she is qualified.
Han Xin, “…”
Why didn't she understand?
However, looking at Jiang Yaojing's expression, it doesn't seem like he is talking and playing.
She couldn't help but smile.
...
It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon when Song Yunyun came back.
After getting off the plane, she did not go back immediately, but went to the yard.
She hasn't been to the yard for two days.
Because I just took office, I haven't come for two consecutive days.
I was afraid that I had finally recovered a little bit of the impression, so I went back to the past.
But I am really afraid of anything I want.
As soon as she walked to the gate of the yard, she saw Wang Yanhong talking to another colleague.
"I clearly expressed my support at the meeting. That's because I offended her and I'm afraid she will wear my little shoes."
The colleague raised his eyebrows, "Then are you, who pretended to support him?"
Wang Yanhong was indeed moved by Song Yunyun's words at that time.
It can make her be brave enough to stand up and show clear support, but it does have selfish intentions.
She was afraid that Song Yunyun would suppress her at work in the future.
"I have always been open-minded and don't like to make trouble behind my back. Don't worry, I won't take what you say to heart."
When Wang Yanhong heard this sound, his body became stiff.
She didn't even dare to look back.
Song Yunyun strode into it.
Wang Yanhong was embarrassed and could cut out three bedrooms and one living room from the ground with his toes.
After a brief hesitation, she ran up and tried to explain, "Dean, listen to me..."
Song Yunyun stopped and looked at her with a faint look, "Work hard, don't think about anything that is not there. I don't like intrigue or fencemen. I hope you can do it yourself."
Wang Yanhong grabbed Song Yunyun's hem and said, "I was wrong."
At this moment, she really realized that she was not right.
Song Yunyun said nothing, but pulled her hand away.
But Cheng Feng sincerely recognized her.
When I saw her coming, I was surprised, "It's almost time to get off work, why are you here at this time?"
"Your face is very bad. You haven't had a rest these two days, right? Is the injury in your family better?"
Song Yunyun shook her head, she hadn't returned yet, so she didn't know.
She looked at it and found that no one was slacking off at work because she was away.
She was very pleased.
"Do you want to go back and rest?" Cheng Feng, who disliked her the least, now cares about her.
Song Yunyun felt a hint of warmth in this cold place.
However, she did not go back immediately, but went to the office.
She wanted to take a break, but she fell asleep all of a sudden.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I woke up.
She hurried back.
The child went to bed early today.
She didn't even have time to clean herself in the past two days, and she was covered in embarrassment and dust.
She did not go to see the child, but planned to take a shower first.
When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Jiang Yaojing.
He just came out of the bathroom.
The white bathrobe wrapped around her tall body, her clothes are slightly open, her strong chest is looming, and her black wet hair falls on the tips of her eyebrows, adding a bit of approachableness.