The beloved one is back, and the CEO of the Holy Son is seeking to get back together every day.

At this time, Song Yu had come to his senses and was trying to take Qiu Xingyi's mobile phone: "Some websites are very rampant now. I'll check the URL and ask the information department to handle it immediately..."

Qiu Xingyi:......

Does this count as Song Yu pretending to be a public servant for personal gain?

However, the phone said nothing could be given to him, "It's just those websites. You can find out by just searching."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Did you search for it yourself?"

Qiu Xingyi didn't want to speak anymore. She felt that she had made too many mistakes.

Song Yu's original intention was not to take Qiu Xingyi's mobile phone, he just wanted to understand the cause of the matter.

He leaned against the bed again and gently put his arm around Qiu Xingyi's shoulders: "Xingyi, tell me honestly, do you think, well, we are too boring in those things?"

In just a few minutes, Song Yu recalled all the loving scenes between him and Qiu Xingyi, and felt that he was indeed conservative.

Just those few postures that come and go.

To be honest, he himself was a little bored.

Moreover, the last time Qiu Xingyi rejected his advances, could it be a disguised reminder?

Maybe he can be more passionate next time?

Little did Qiu Xingyi know that Song Yu's thoughts beside him had drifted as far as the Pacific Ocean.

Song Yu was also her first love, and she had even less experience in this area than he did.

"What are you talking about? I didn't think so..."

Seeing Qiu Xingyi covering her face with the quilt in embarrassment, Song Yu thought for a second and felt that it was most practical to express her thoughts through actions.

He turned over and pressed Qiu Xingyi under him again. With a flick of his fingers, her nightgown fell apart, "Let's try the position just now..."

Qiu Xingyi:......

Does this mean she shot herself in the foot?

An hour later, Song Yu walked into the bathroom holding the weak Qiu Xingyi.

Qiu Xingyi felt that her whole body was limp and she could no longer stand.

Song Yu looked refreshed. While he was scrubbing Qiu Xingyi, he secretly thought to himself that he was really too conservative in the past. But this time he changed into a new posture and it felt really different.

Well, it seems that I have to check out the website and continue to learn some new knowledge.

Qiu Xingyi on the side could never have imagined that in the next half year, Song Yu would make new moves every time she exercised on the bed, leaving her overwhelmed.

The days passed by like water, and Qiu Xingyi's conditioning had reached the second course of treatment.

In the evening of this day, Qiu Xingyi had dinner with her colleagues after get off work and did not return home until after nine o'clock in the evening.

Song Yu's shoes were neatly placed on the shoe rack, and Qiu Xingyi knew that he was probably working overtime in the study again.

She put on her shoes and went upstairs. Just as she was about to open the door and go in, a deep voice came from inside: "Where were you tonight?"

Qiu Xingyi was so startled that she almost couldn't hold the bag in her hand.

"Ayu, you are in the room."

"Why didn't you turn on the light? You scared me."

She turned on the light and found Song Yu standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, but the flickering light on his fingertips showed that he was smoking.

Song Yu put out the half-smoked cigarette and said in a stubborn tone: "You haven't answered me yet, where did you go at night?"

"Also, why don't you answer my call?"

Qiu Xingyi was stunned and took out her mobile phone from her handbag. Only then did she realize that there were several missed calls on the screen, all of which were from Song Yu.

She quickly looked at Song Yu, her voice full of apology: "I went to dinner with my colleagues in the evening and didn't pay attention to the phone."

"You called me so many times. Is there anything urgent you want to do with me?"

Song Yu's voice was calm: "No, I wanted to pick you up from get off work."

But this is not the case.

In the afternoon, someone sent him some photos. In them, Qiu Xingyi and a man were standing together picking things.

The gesture between the two was not close, but Song Yu knew that the man was not Qiu Xingyi's colleague.

Song Yu knew everyone in her department very well.

So, during working hours, instead of staying in the hospital, she ran out to go shopping with a man?

Song Yu did not doubt Qiu Xingyi's loyalty. After all, for people like them, even if their relationship breaks down, they would not be able to mess around outside.

He thinks that his relationship with Qiu Xingyi has not reached that point yet.

But I was still somewhat unhappy inside.

So I wanted to call and make some insinuations, but I didn't expect that no one answered after I called many times.

Now, I felt even more irritable.

Hearing what Song Yu said, Qiu Xingyi felt even more guilty, "I've been chatting with my colleagues and I really didn't hear the call."

"You can call the director of my department next time so he can tell me..."

However, Song Yu had no intention of listening to Qiu Xingyi's explanation, or that was not the explanation he wanted to hear.

"Okay, I'm going to the study first, I have something to take care of."

Qiu Xingyi was silent, and after a while slowly walked into Song Yu's study.

She came to Song Yu's side, raised her hand and gently poked the man's shoulder, "A Yu, are you angry?"

Song Yu lowered his head to look at the document, but the content of the document always stayed on the first page.

His answer was straightforward: "No."

Qiu Xingyi pursed her lips and sat down on the chair next to Song Yu.

She held her chin with one hand and her tone was still gentle and gentle: "You are obviously angry, but you still say you are not."

"You often don't answer my calls, and you don't reply to my messages. I don't even say anything. It's just once in a while that you show your face to me."

Hearing this, Song Yu immediately frowned and asked, "How often do I not answer your calls?"

Seeing the other party's obvious disbelief, Qiu Xingyi didn't get angry and went straight to the phone to pull up the communication records. "See for yourself, I called you and no one answered eight out of ten times."

"You can just read the WeChat records yourself, it's pretty much the same anyway."

Under the dim light above her head, the expression on Qiu Xingyi's face didn't change much from before. She didn't look angry, and even her tone of voice was the same as usual.

Song Yu instantly thought of the scene in the photo. The man was talking, while Qiu Xingyi listened with a smile. The two of them seemed more like lovers.

At this moment, Song Yu began to reflect, had he ignored Qiu Xingyi too much?

Work takes up one-half of his day, and the remaining half is spent resting, dealing with worldly affairs, and spending time with his parents and loved ones.

Qiu Xingyi's time share is probably less than one-tenth.

Song Yu has become accustomed to having her by his side. No matter when and where, as long as he looks back, Qiu Xingyi will always be there.

Always stand behind him, waiting silently.

Seeing Song Yu's silence, Qiu Xingyi didn't know what he was thinking, so she patted him on the shoulder gently: "Think about it for yourself. I'm going back to the room first."