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

Throughout the lunch hour, Song Yu's colleagues and assistants discussed the division of household labor. Some took the initiative to wash the dishes, while others took their children downstairs for a walk after dinner.

In short, everyone has a task.

And he almost never helped Qiu Xingyi with housework.

Song Yu has always been an activist. After he realized his problems, he decided to make rectifications immediately.

His idea was simple. He thought Qiu Xingyi had worked hard, so he would cook a meal to compensate her.

The servants at home wanted to come in to help many times, but Song Yu refused them all. The ones he made by himself were more sincere.

After all, Song Yu was not a professional, and the meal was uneventful. By the time he brought the three dishes and one soup to the table, almost two hours had passed.

But Qiu Xingyi hasn't come back yet.

Song Yu wiped his hands, frowned and took the phone, only to realize that Qiu Xingyi had sent him two messages more than an hour ago.

It was said that the department was having a reunion dinner and she would be back later.

At this moment, Song Yu's enthusiasm suddenly dissipated without a trace.

He was actually very hungry, but looking at the food on the table, he had no appetite.

......

At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, a Porsche slowly drove into the Song family compound.

The driver carefully parked the car, said goodbye to Qiu Xingyi, and then disappeared into the night on his little folding bicycle.

Qiu Xingyi had been hiding things in her heart, and when she heard that her colleagues who got married later than her were pregnant during the meal, she felt even more uncomfortable, so she drank a few more drinks without paying attention.

She took off her high heels and walked to the edge of the sofa under the dim light of the living room. She tilted her body and fell down.

The leather sofa was very well wrapped, and Qiu Xingyi sighed comfortably.

Qiu Xingyi was about to take a good rest when footsteps came from upstairs.

She stood up slightly and looked at the person, "Ayu?"

Song Yu walked up to Qiu Xingyi in his nightgown and looked at her with a frown: "Have you been drinking?"

This sentence was actually a question, because he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Qiu Xingyi's body three steps away.

After confirming that Song Yu was alone, Qiu Xingyi lay down again and "drank a little beer."

"The director will go back to his hometown after work tomorrow, and the department will have a reunion dinner together."

Song Yu squatted down next to the sofa, "Why did you drink so much?"

Qiu Xingyi tugged on the collar of his clothes impatiently, "It's almost a holiday, everyone is happy."

She closed her eyes and waved her hand, "You should rest first. Don't worry about me. I'll lie down for a while and then come up."

But Song Yu did not leave. He looked at Qiu Xingyi and asked softly: "Then you will have a day off tomorrow after school?"

Qiu Xingyi shook his head, "No, but there is nothing going on in the department. I think it's okay to take a holiday."

"Xiao Zhao won't go home this year, so he took the initiative to take over the duties of the department, saying he would let us have a good New Year."

Song Yu nodded, "It's better to go upstairs. What should I do if it's too cold to lie down here?"

Qiu Xingyi didn't want to move, so she turned her back to Song Yu and whispered, "I'm just going to lie down for a while, please leave me alone."

Song Yu pursed his lips and raised his hand to lift her shoulders: "Go up and lie down."

Qiu Xingyi suppressed the anger in her heart and opened her eyes again. This veteran cadre has always been so stubborn.

bother!

She sat up slowly without looking at Song Yu, "Go away, you are so annoying..."

Song Yu didn't say anything. After Qiu Xingyi put on her shoes, he leaned over slightly and prepared to hug her.

As a result, Qiu Xingyi immediately stepped back, and her back was almost touching the sofa: "No, I can go up by myself. It will be bad if I get to your waist."

During the physical examination a year ago, the doctor said that Song Yu had severe lumbar muscle strain due to long-term sitting, so it was best to bend as little as possible, especially not to do heavy work.

From that time on, Qiu Xingyi rarely let Song Yu do anything. Even when doing certain activities, she was the one on top.

As a result, Song Yu had a cold face and hugged the person directly: "No matter how bad my waist is, I can still hold you."

Qiu Xingyi said nothing, put her arms around Song Yu's shoulders, and nestled quietly in his arms.

Song Yuan safely carried Qiu Xingyi to the bathroom, "The water has been put for you, just take a quick wash and come out."

Then he added: "Don't lock the door. If you need anything, just call me."

While Qiu Xingyi was washing up, Song Yu sent a message to his assistant: I will go on vacation the day after tomorrow and postpone all the previously arranged work. I will go back to deal with it after the Spring Festival.

The assistant secretly marveled, it was rare, even the workaholic who had been working for ten thousand years began to take a vacation.

......

Qiu Xingyi rarely drinks. Last night, he indulged in a bit of indulgence, and no doubt he got a severe hangover.

When she woke up again, it was almost half past ten.

She simply stopped going to work and packed herself up slowly before going downstairs to have breakfast.

Song Yu had already gone to work, and Qiu Xingyi didn't expect to see him at home, so she took breakfast out of the kitchen.

Just, when she looked at the weird-shaped omelette on the plate, she always felt weird in her heart.

There are no new servants at home, so why has the cooking skills deteriorated so much?

At this time, the servant also noticed Qiu Xingyi's strange expression, and immediately stepped forward to explain: "Young Madam, this is the breakfast that the young master prepared for you when he got up in the morning..."

Qiu Xingyi's eyes widened instantly: "Is this prepared by A Yu himself?"

The servant smiled and nodded.

Qiu Xingyi pursed her lips, took out her mobile phone, took a photo of the breakfast, opened WeChat and sent it to Song Yu.

Qiu Xingyi: [Did you prepare it? 】

She knew that Song Yu was very busy, so she didn't wait for his reply. She put down her phone and sat down to slowly taste the loving breakfast made by her husband.

As a result, as soon as I took a bite of the omelette, my phone rang.

Song Yu: [Yeah. 】

Qiu Xingyi felt a little uneasy. What did Song Yu mean?

As the saying goes, showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Did he do something wrong?

Just when Qiu Xingyi was thinking wildly, Song Yu sent another message: [If you are free, please pack our luggage. 】

Qiu Xingyi was puzzled: [Huh? Where to go? 】

Song Yu: [Go for a walk to the south. Didn’t you say that the Imperial Capital is too cold? 】

Qiu Xingyi asked: [You don’t have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year? 】

According to usual practice, when everyone is on holiday, Song Yu becomes busier.

Even if there is nothing going on in the office, he will visit the grassroots to check fire safety.

Song Yu: [After spending the Spring Festival for so many years working overtime, it’s time to take a holiday this year. 】

Although Qiu Xingyi was very confused about Song Yu's behavior, after eating breakfast, she still went upstairs to pack her luggage.

She spread out the two suitcases, one large and one small, sat cross-legged on the floor, and put Song Yu's clothes and daily necessities inside bit by bit.