A tender CEO who loves his wife alone

Chapter 333: A female voice Not long after, Song Yiheng's car appeared in Yin Ziyou's sight.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Song Yiheng open the car door and come down to her. She immediately ran towards Song Yiheng with a smile and threw herself into his arms.

With a coquettish tone, he shouted at Song Yiheng: "Papa Song!"

"Yuyou." Song Yiheng stroked Yin Ziyou's head, smiled at her, and then looked up at Song Zhehao.

Song Zhehao was looking at his empty embrace, feeling a little lost, and then raised his head to meet Song Yiheng's gaze, his expression did not escape Song Yiheng's eyes.

Song Yiheng smiled without saying a word, and dragged Yin Ziyou to the car.

"Father Song, why didn't you tell me about the delay in your meeting today?" Yin Ziyou asked while holding Song Yiheng's arm.

Song Yiheng thoughtfully helped Yin Ziyou open the door, protected her head, and answered her question: "Your phone is turned off."

"Ah?" Yin Ziyou immediately took out her mobile phone and saw that it was indeed turned off. Song Yiheng can't be blamed now, it's all her own problem.

She didn't turn off the phone, why did the phone turn off by itself?

It seemed that she was playing with her mobile phone during recess, and Liu Yajing suddenly ran over. At that time, she was holding on to her mobile phone tightly when she was nervous, and she might have accidentally turned it off.

Yin Ziyou stuck out his tongue, looking extremely cute.

Song Zhehao then got into the car. He sat beside Yin Ziyou, just as he fell down, he happened to see Yin Ziyou's little movements, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Brother Song, I saw you in the last class today!"

It seems that Song Zhehao can be seen passing by the window every week at that time, which is also her favorite position by the window.

"Really?" Song Zhehao looked sideways at her.

That expression seemed to say that he didn't know, "Maybe it's because the gym class just passed by."

Song Zhehao explained solemnly, but in fact only he knew best that his teaching building and her classroom were in two directions.

"Okay."

Yin Ziyou smiled faintly, she liked to laugh more than Ye Zi, was more lively than Ye Zi, and was more beautiful than Ye Zi.

But one thing she can't match Ye Zi is that she is not as good at observing words and deeds as Ye Zi.

Maybe it's the same, making Yin Ziyou even cuter.

"Mom and Aunt Ning Ning went on a trip last week, and brought back better souvenirs, and bought gifts from you too!"

Yin Ziyou said proudly.

A woman's name touches the hearts of two men.

Song Yiheng looked at Yin Ziyou in the back seat through the mirror, and then his eyes fell on even.

The older Song Zhehao grew up, the less he liked to talk. He was very different from the sweet-mouthed little boy before, but Ye Zi would never be able to see this behavior.

"Really? What did she bring?" Song Yiheng cooperated with Yin Ziyou and asked.

"Ok?"

Yin Ziyou couldn't remember it for a while, she said to Song Yiheng, "I forgot, anyway, I bought a lot of things."

"Mom also said that she will give it to Brother Song herself next time when Brother Song goes home." Yin Ziyou raised the corner of his mouth, then turned to look at Song Zhehao, "Brother Song, will you accompany me back after this weekend?"

It is Song Zhehao's regular arrangement to see Ye Zi once a week.

"Brother Song?"

Song Zhehao seemed to have something on his mind, so he didn't talk much in the car today.

"Huh?" Song Zhehao looked away from the window and looked at Yin Ziyou, "What's wrong?"

"Are you coming home with me this weekend?"

Although Song Zhehao sent Yin Ziyou home every weekend like a routine, Yin Ziyou was still looking forward to it.

"I don't think I have time this week, sorry." Song Zhehao thought for a while, looked into Yin Ziyou's eyes, and did not miss the disappointment in her eyes.

Yin Ziyou never thought that Song Zhehao would refuse. She was a little disappointed when she heard an answer she didn't want to hear after asking a symbolic question.

"Is that so?"

Song Zhehao locked his left hand tightly on his thigh, and instead of answering, he turned his head and looked out the window.

Yin Ziyou looked up and saw that Song Zhehao hadn't looked at her anymore. He really refused very directly, without any leeway.

"I'll accompany Yoyo home this week, huh?" Song Yiheng said suddenly.

Yin Ziyou's originally depressed mood suddenly rose, "Really? Papa Song wants to accompany me home?"

"of course."

Song Yiheng rarely sent Yin Ziyou back, because he wanted to avoid Ye Zi, and he was afraid that his seemingly calm heart would be disturbed again after seeing Ye Zi.

Song Zhehao was also a little surprised when he heard what Song Yiheng said. He raised his head and looked at Song Yiheng. His eyes just met Song Yiheng's in the mirror. Song Yiheng just smiled faintly, and then drove seriously.

Song Zhehao turned his head to look at Yin Ziyou, her loss didn't last long, it was just a moment.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a little hard to see through.

When the car drove to the intersection, they had to turn left and left the intersection after the green light came on.

And behind them another car turned right at the same intersection.

"Father." Yin Ziqin called Yin Shixuan with his mobile phone, "Youyou has been picked up by Uncle Song."

After saying a few words over there, Yin Ziqin hung up the phone.

When they got home, it wasn't Yin Shixuan, Ye Zi, or Tian Fang who opened the door, but Li Ningning.

As soon as Li Ningning saw Yin Ziqin, he rushed forward enthusiastically, pinching Yin Ziqin's face, "Oh, have you grown taller after a few days?"

"Godmother!" Yin Ziqin frowned and pulled Li Ningning's hand away.

He is no longer a child, but every time Li Ningning sees him, he looks like a mother's love, which really gives him a headache!

"Good boy!" Li Ningning looked at Yin Ziqin, and then looked behind him, "Did Yoyo not come back with you?"

"She went to Uncle Song's place." Yin Ziqin asked and answered.

Yin Ziyou would go to Song Yiheng's place every week, and then Song Zhehao would send Yin Ziyou back every week, which Li Ningning didn't know.

Li Ningning shrugged, then pulled Yin Ziqin in, "It's almost time for dinner, let's go."

As soon as Yin Ziqin took his seat, he saw Yin Shixuan coming out of the kitchen, and Ye Zi went up to help him untie the apron, which did not violate the harmony. He liked seeing the scene of Ye Zi and Yin Shixuan loving each other the most.

"Dad, Mom." Yin Ziqin walked over.

Yin Shixuan looked at Yin Ziqin and waved to him, "I'm back, go wash your hands, I'm going to cook today, eat more."

"Okay." Yin Ziqin walked into the kitchen obediently.

Ye Zi put down the apron, then looked at Li Ningning, "Sit down."

"Is Lin Feng's mother okay?"

Originally, Lin Feng was going to come with Li Ningning today, but Lin He suddenly felt unwell, so he had no choice but Li Ningning came alone.

It stands to reason that Li Ningning would also accompany Lin He, but both Lin Feng and Lin He said it was okay and insisted on letting her come. After all, they agreed to Ye Zi's matter, so Li Ningning came alone.

"It's much better than before."

Lin He's health has never been very good, but now his body is slowly improving, probably because the family atmosphere has changed, he has grandchildren, and he is much happier.

"Is Ziyang at home with Auntie?"

"No, aren't my parents here? Ziyang is with them now!"

Lin Ziyang is the child of Lin Feng and Li Ningning. When Li Ningning named him, he was thinking of Yin Ziyou and Yin Ziqin, so he felt that he couldn't be in-laws, at least the name had to be related!

When Li Ningning gave birth to Lin Ziyang, he bled heavily, so Lin Feng never had a second child, which made Li Ningning's wish for a daughter never come true.

Therefore, Li Ningning devoted his longing for his daughter to Yin Ziyou.

Yin Ziyou has been pampered since he was a child, held in the palms of everyone's hands, holding them in their mouths for fear of melting, holding them in their hands for fear of falling.

But the most fortunate thing is that Yin Ziyou didn't become arrogant because of this.

On the other side, Yin Ziyou was having dinner at Song's house. Song Zhehao solved it early, and then went upstairs without saying a word to Yin Ziyou.

Yin Ziyou is very disappointed!

Song Zhehao never did this before, what's wrong?She doesn't seem to have done anything wrong, does she?Only when she did something wrong would Song Zhehao stay silent.

"Father Song, what's wrong with Brother Song?" Yin Ziyou bit his chopsticks, looked at the empty place upstairs, and then looked away.

"He has his own affairs, just let him solve it by himself." Song Yiheng didn't look over, but picked up food for Yin Ziyou.

Looking up at her still worried, Song Yiheng couldn't help laughing, "If you really want to know, you can ask him."

"is it okay?"

If she asked Song Zhehao, would she say it?Maybe not?

"Yes." Song Yiheng nodded.

Yin Ziyou just made up his mind and decided to ask, Song Yiheng said again: "Of course, if he really doesn't want to say it, then there must be his reasons."

"Papa Song..." Yin Ziyou pouted, looking at Song Yiheng dissatisfied.

Song Yiheng smiled, "Eat quickly."

After dinner, Yin Ziyou returned to the room, Song Yiheng went to the study, and the door of Song Zhehao's room was never opened.

Yin Ziyou took out his homework to write, but he couldn't calm down all the time, his mind was full of "why did Song Zhehao ignore her".

Thinking of what Song Yiheng said again, Yin Ziyou picked up her homework and walked out of the room to Song Zhehao's door. She hesitated for a moment, and reached out to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Brother Song, it's me." Yin Ziyou was a little nervous.

Not long after, Song Zhehao opened the door.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhehao looked at Yin Ziyou, who was still holding the homework book in her hand.

"I don't know if I have a topic!" Yin Ziyou followed Song Zhehao's gaze, then talked nonsense, and bit her lip after speaking.

Song Zhehao couldn't be more clear about her little movements, so he made room for her, "Come in."

"Okay." Yin Ziyou walked towards the desk step by step with Xiaoshabu, and then put the book on it.

Song Zhehao stood behind her and said, "You can write here, and if you don't know it, just call me."

He reached out to remove his book from the table, Yin Ziyou just turned his head when he heard his voice, the distance between the two of them was too close, Yin Ziyou closed his eyes unconsciously, and then opened them again.

Yin Ziyou clasped his hands tightly, and then heard the beating sound of his own heart.

Song Zhehao stared at her intently, she could even feel his breathing, so close.

"Write it."

Song Zhehao took a step back, took his book, and turned Yin Ziyou's body in a different direction. She didn't see Song Zhehao's Adam's apple rolling unconsciously behind her.

"Song..." Big brother.

When Yin Ziyou turned his head to look at Song Zhehao, he had already walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He was leaning there, holding a book in his hand, and reading it seriously.

Yin Ziyou didn't bother him, obviously, he knew her little thoughts.

Yin Ziyou didn't say anything now, so he had to do his homework seriously.

At the beginning, I would go on a short errand, but later I got into it.Song Zhehao put down the book slowly, and then looked at Yin Ziyou's back in a daze.

In the middle of writing, the mobile phone on the table rang, it was vibrating non-stop, and the screen also lit up.

"Brother Song, your phone..."

Yin Ziyou turned around, Song Zhehao was no longer in the room at some point, she didn't feel it?

Yin Ziyou looked at the phone, it was an unfamiliar number because there was no note.

The phone kept ringing, and when Yin Ziyou was hesitating whether to answer it, the phone hung up.

Yin Ziyou shrugged helplessly, lowered his head and continued to write his homework. Just as he picked up the pen, the phone rang again.

It's still that number, is it someone who knows Brother Song?

Yin Ziyou thought about picking up the phone, looked at the screen, and pointed his finger down. Before Yin Ziyou could speak, a female voice came from the other side: "Azhe, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

Hearing that it was a girl's voice, and also saying inexplicable words, Yin Ziyou shook his hands.

At this time Song Zhehao came in from the outside, "Yuyou, here..."

Yin Ziyou felt guilty, turned around to look at Song Zhehao, and the mobile phone that he was not holding firmly fell to the ground.

Song Zhehao glanced down, and walked towards her with the milk, "Here's for you, drink it."

"Brother Song."

Song Zhehao lowered his head and picked up the phone. It showed that the call was still going on. He hung up the phone without even listening to it.

Yin Ziyou was afraid that Song Zhehao would be angry, so he quickly explained: "Brother Song, I didn't answer your phone on purpose, it was because it kept ringing and I didn't see you..."

"It's ok."

Song Zhehao interrupted Yin Ziyou's words, looked at the books on the desk, Yin Ziyou's delicate handwriting came into view.

"Is there anything I can use?"

"Ah?" Yin Ziyou didn't react for a while, blinked, then nodded, "Yes, here."

Song Zhehao came to Yin Ziyou's side. He stood by her side with his hands on both sides. He looked at the question and urged Yin Ziyou to drink the milk.

"Drink while it's hot."

"Oh."

Yin Ziyou drank the milk in a daze, raised his head, just in time to bump into Song Zhehao behind him, and his movements stopped.

"This problem can be solved in this way, you see..."

Yin Ziyou was holding the cup in her hand, and Song Zhehao's voice was next to her ears, but her thoughts flew far away.

The girl's voice on the other end of the phone couldn't help but rang again.

What is her relationship with Song Zhehao?

Yin Ziyou looked sideways at Song Zhehao, and saw his mouth opening and closing, but he didn't know what he was talking about. At that moment, Yin Ziyou seemed to be deaf.

"understood?"

Song Zhehao turned his head to look at Yin Ziyou, but saw Yin Ziyou in a daze, "Yuyou, what are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Yin Ziyou looked up, "No."

Song Zhehao smiled slightly, and patted Yin Ziyou's head, "I'll say it again, it sounds good, huh?"

"it is good."

Song Zhehao patiently repeated the topic again, Yin Ziyou forced himself to listen carefully to Song Zhehao's explanation, and suddenly he understood.

"understood."

"Just know, keep writing." Song Zhehao nodded, he stood up, and then glanced at the books on the table, "Write early and rest early, don't go to bed too late."

"it is good."

Yin Ziyou nodded.

Song Zhehao picked up the milk cup and went out. Yin Ziyou looked back at the door, and then looked away. She propped her chin with her hands and stared at the book, but she didn't want to do anything.

She glanced at the phone again, bit her lower lip, put away her book and got up to leave.

Yin Ziyou returned to the room, threw the book away, then lay on the big bed, looked at the ceiling, and raised his hand to cover the glare of the light.

Why do I feel depressed when I hear a girl's voice?

He never realized that Song Zhehao would meet other girls before, but now that he knows it, he feels very uncomfortable.

"Ah! So annoying..." Yin Ziyou pulled up a pillow and put it on his face, then turned around, lay down on the bed, and buried his head in the pillow.

Song Zhehao didn't see Yin Ziyou when he went back to the room, and then came to Yin Ziyou's room, he didn't knock on the door, just opened the door and came in.

I just saw Yin Ziyou undressing!

Song Zhehao's body stood there, holding the doorknob with his hands, and his steps stopped there abruptly.

Yin Ziyou heard the voice again, half of his clothes were faded, his shoulders were half loose, and he turned his head to look at Song Zhehao, "Brother Song?"

Song Zhehao's eyes fell on her shoulders, and Yin Ziyou immediately pulled up his clothes, subconsciously covering his body.

"I just came to see you. If you have nothing to do, go to bed early, good night."

Yin Ziyou blinked, and answered subconsciously, "Good night."

Song Zhehao closed the door and left.

He went back to the room, closed the door and leaned against the door panel, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Yin Ziyou is no longer a little girl, now is the time to grow, and her figure is no longer shriveled, but gradually has a graceful outline.

The next day, Song Yiheng rushed to the company early in the morning. Song Zhehao didn't get up early for the first time. Yin Ziyou had a good breakfast and saw that Song Zhehao hadn't come down yet, so she went upstairs to find Song Zhehao.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Yin Ziyou knocked on the door, "Brother Song? Brother Song, it's time to get up..."

There was still no movement inside, Yin Ziyou pushed open the door and walked in cautiously.

Song Zhehao slept soundly, lying there with his eyes closed. Yin Ziyou hadn't seen Song Zhehao like this for a long time.

When I was young, I would often pester Song Zhehao to sleep with him. I have forgotten when it started, and Song Zhehao no longer let her share the bed with him.

"Brother Song." Yin Ziyou's voice was very soft, she walked slowly to the bed, squatted down and leaned against the edge of the bed.

She put her hands together, and then rested her chin on her arms and looked at Song Zhehao.

Yin Ziyou smiled unconsciously, falling asleep like a sleeping prince, she involuntarily stretched out her fingers to touch him.

But before touching him, she withdrew her hand again.

Song Zhehao's eyelashes began to tremble, and Yin Ziyou blinked too. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Yin Ziyou.

Yin Ziyou straightened up and said to Song Zhehao with a smile, "Brother Song, you're awake. You're going to sleep in when Father Song isn't here, really."

"Yuyou..." Song Zhehao sat up and looked at Yin Ziyou.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw her, there was an unreal feeling.

"what time is it?"

"Eight o'clock."

Yin Ziyou stood up, Song Zhehao also got out of bed, he was wearing his own clothes, Yin Ziyou was a little embarrassed, she turned around and said, "Brother Song, I'm going downstairs."

"it is good."

After Yin Ziyou walked out a few steps, Song Zhehao spoke again: "Let me take you out for a walk later?"

"Huh? Good!"

Yin Ziyou turned around happily and looked at Song Zhehao. He happened to take off his shirt and was naked to the waist. Yin Ziyou blushed and quickly turned and left.

After Song Zhehao had finished his breakfast, Yin Ziyou saw him answering a phone call, "Nine o'clock, um."

"Brother Song, do you have an appointment?"

Song Zhehao hung up the phone, Yin Ziyou asked.

"It's okay, small things." Song Zhehao put away the phone, waved to Yin Ziyou, and then said to her, "Let's go."

"Okay." Yin Ziyou happily stepped forward to hold Song Zhehao's arm, and he reached out to rub the top of her hair.

Yin Ziyou first accompanied Song Zhehao to the place he was going, and got out of the car. Yin Ziyou was a little cold, Song Zhehao helped her tighten her clothes, and then walked into the store with protection.

"Welcome, may I ask if you are..."

"I have an appointment."

"Ok."

Song Zhehao looked around for a week, then pulled Yin Ziyou towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"A Zhe!" A female voice sounded, this voice was very familiar to Yin Ziyou, it was the voice he heard last night.

Yin Ziyou looked at Song Zhehao subconsciously, and then withdrew his hand.

Song Zhehao just silently glanced at Yin Ziyou's outstretched hand, and then said to Yin Ziyou, "Sit down."

"This is..." The girl's expression was a little embarrassed, and she looked at Yin Ziyou with malicious intent.

The eyes of the two girls turned to Song Zhehao at the same time, only to hear him say lightly, "My sister."