Good Luck:Dear,Come

"I'm teasing you. Who taught you to frown all morning, so your employees are very poor. I'm tired enough to go to work, and I have to worry about your boss's bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm just confused."

She snorted coldly and said, "do you think everyone knows you as well as I do? Do you want to look in the mirror and see how scary you look? "

"Do I have one?"

"Yes, it is!" She called mouth really stare at him, and then stretched out her hand, pushed his eyebrows, "you want to relax here, always wrinkled tightly, not tired?"

He didn't stop her, but she made him laugh, "yes, director Han, I will pay more attention in the future, is that ok?"

"Yes." She withdrew her hand and asked, "so? Would you like to take you to a delicious restaurant in the evening? "

"Reward, how dare I say no?"

"At half past six, wait at the door downstairs?"

"It's too early. I can't finish."

"Then..." She bit her lower lip and asked, "half past seven?"

"Good."

"Well, take your car at 7:30?"

"No problem." He said yes.

In fact, it's very common for two people to meet for dinner. It's been like this since high school. Today she invited him to eat this, and the other day he invited her to eat that. You come and I go, without interruption.

However, although song Lianchuan agreed to the dinner today, he was very angry. There was a vague anxiety in his heart, and he could not understand what it was. To put it bluntly, he wanted to go home early, but when he imagined that he would step into the house, he felt a sense of rejection.

What's the matter with him?

No, maybe he should say, what does Lin Xiaoqing want to do with that hateful woman?

Step into the door, is already after 9:30, in front of the scene but let song Beichuan at the door of a full five seconds.

Lin Xiaoqing is sitting on the floor. There are scattered photos on the floor, and the photos are played by her daughter. Her eyes are back to her wife. She is looking at him with a smile.

"You're coming back?" There is no meaningful complaint and dissatisfaction in her eyes, which is totally abnormal, just like the sun suddenly rises from your refrigerator.

"Have you eaten yet?" This sentence is even more terrible. It's unimaginable.

He was quiet, subconsciously avoided her eyes, "well, I ate with my colleagues."

As usual, he took off his shoes, stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and pretended to mention, "how come the house is in such a mess?"

In fact, he was curious about what she was doing. He wanted to care and participate, but he didn't know how to express his ideas accurately.

"I'm sorting out the old photos." She smiles and lowers her head to pick up some.

After all, he is always unprepared for unusual phenomena.

Once upon a time, if he came home a few hours earlier, they met by accident. If Lin Xiaoqing was not watching TV, he was chatting with his so-called friends on his cell phone. For him, she always regarded him as the air, or glared at him as if she had met an enemy.

This is the reason why he would rather go to the bar to drink in the middle of the night than go home early to have a rest.

Half pay, he took a deep breath, light way: "I go to take a bath."

Throw down a word, he then strides toward the direction of the bedroom to walk, the next second is called to live by the daughter.

"Daddy."

Song Beichuan was stunned. He stared at his daughter, who was sitting on the ground playing. He couldn't believe his ears. "She just What are you talking about? " He looked at Lin Xiaoqing.

"She's calling you," she said, looking at his astonished expression in a funny way. "I'll teach her this afternoon. Sissy is very clever. I'll teach her a few times."

In fact, a child over one year old should have called her parents for a long time, but in the past, she almost never paid attention to this child, let alone taught her to speak, so her language development lags far behind that of her peers Startled by this fact, she felt guilty and more distressed.

Song Beichuan was so called that he felt very happy. He could not tell what it felt like. It seemed that a soft silk had slipped through his chest.

He unconsciously walked up to his daughter, bent down and picked her up, "Daddy?" He was curious and couldn't help teasing his daughter.

"Daddy," Xi Xi grinned happily and uttered a childish cry, "Daddy, daddy."

His chest was smothered, and his heart seemed to be stimulated by these two simple words.

"She likes to be hugged by you," Lin Xiaoqing said with a smile. "Will you stay with her for five minutes? Anyway, all of a sudden, she's going to sleep

Hearing this, song Beichuan first pursed his lips tightly, and then sat on the sofa very unnaturally, clumsily letting his daughter sit on his lap.

Song Xixi naturally played with his big hand, while he looked at Lin Xiaoqing thoughtfully. She bowed her head, quietly, looking attentively for each photo classification, sorting, such a wife makes him feel strange.All of a sudden, Han Tong's words flashed through his mind, her sudden change, really because she had an affair out of the track?

It is undeniable that the power of passionate love can really make a woman soft and charming, self-confident and dazzling, just like a blooming rose And this is exactly what Lin Xiaoqing is like now.

As soon as song Beichuan thought that his wife was changing for another man, his muscles tightened for no reason. Cough, why didn't he clear his voice

She laughed, not thinking, "anyway, I have nothing to do."

This answer blocked him, yes, she really had nothing to do, but she didn't have to be so abnormal, did she?

"You used to hate these pictures."

"Is it?" She frowned a little, shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm getting older. I'm beginning to miss the past."

As soon as she said this, she immediately regretted it. She completely forgot that she was living in a body of twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

"How old are you?" Sure enough, he burst out laughing, "Miss, you are only twenty-four years old now. Do you mean that you are old?"

"Well, I'm just talking about it. Don't pay attention to me." She waved her hand and casually took some photos and asked, "do you remember what happened at this time?"

Song Beichuan fixed his eyes and saw that the photo was taken when they met in France a few years ago. Her lips were close to her shoulders, and the intimate relationship between them was self-evident.

How could he forget?

That year, for an advertisement, he went to France with the staff of the former company to shoot. At that time, he met Lin Xiaoqing who was studying there.