The 53rd floor is the same as before, quiet and free of fireworks.

Shen Yuguan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the torrential rain whimpered and hissed against the glass, the water traces were ferociously curved, and the dark color covered half of his face, printed on the glass mirror, flickering.

The cigarette held between his fingertips scattered ashes all over the floor.

Wang Ye tiptoedly stood behind Shen Yuguan, his gestures were full of caution, his intuition told him that the husband's current mood was comparable to the rain outside.

Shen Yu didn't move, he also held his breath and even breathed cautiously.

Finally, when Wang Ye's footsteps were weak, Shen Yu was moved. He threw the half of the cigarette he had been holding between his fingers into the ashtray that had been neglected, and glanced sideways at Wang Ye from the corner of his eye.

Wang Ye trembled all over, followed immediately, and reported, "Husband..." The first word he just uttered was a big mistake, he shut his mouth immediately, looked at Shen Yuguan's face in imminent disaster, and found Shen Yuguan didn't mean to be unhappy, so he calmed down and continued: "The plane on 19.35, the destination is Chunling, and there is a mother and daughter with it."

Wang Ye shared all the information he had received, "Chunling has a house, it's the Li family..."

Halfway through Shen Yu's observation, she raised her hand and made a stop motion. Wang Ye saw it with sharp eyes, stopped talking immediately, and stood quietly aside.

Raindrops vibrated on the window, rustling, and the wind whirled and roared. For a moment, the 53rd floor became even more silent. Wang Ye was miserable and wanted to leave but dared not open his mouth.

After being silent for 10 minutes, Shen Yuguan suddenly lit a cigarette, and the white smoke came out. He asked calmly, "Is Chunling warm?"

This was an inexplicable question, so inexplicable that Wang Ye's brain was so stiff that he couldn't even think of the answer, and he muttered instinctively: "It's...not bad."

Hearing this answer, Shen Yuguan seemed to be quite satisfied. He didn't reply to the second sentence, but with great kindness, he let Wang Ye go back. Wang Ye didn't turn his head back. He escaped as fast as he could. I ran out, afraid that there would be evil spirits chasing after me.

On the 53rd floor, Shen Yuguan was the only one left, and he quietly looked to the southeast.

In the rainy sky, a plane tore through the rain curtain and entered his sight. He followed him intently until the plane left a trace and disappeared.

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A year and a half later.

Late autumn is approaching with rain.

"Brother Song, it's going to rain soon, and you still want to take the baby girl out to play?" The sky suddenly darkened and feared that it would rain, and Sister Li, who came out to collect the quilt, met Song Qing who was holding a baby at the corner, and warmly greeted her. Saying hello, the round-faced plate moved in front of the milk doll, winking and making the milk doll giggle.

Song Qing gently raised her eyebrows, "The little girl has asked for leave, and I will take over the shift."

The woman in front of him is his landlord. After he arrived in Chunling, he didn't live in the place Li Yu prepared for him. Instead, he moved to an ancient town. Chunling is a small city, and the ancient town is also a small scenic spot. There are few tourists, but The scenery of the covered bridge and flowing water is pleasant, and the local residents are simple and enthusiastic. Song Qing walked around the ancient town twice, and decided to live with Lian Yan, mother and daughter. It happened that Sister Li was renting out her two-story courtyard. , hit it off.

Sister Li's face became more rounded, and she persuaded, "This day, there are still people buying flowers, so let's just rest for a long time!" She glanced at the milk doll, and said distressedly, "The girl still has to follow me How bad it is for you to run around!"

"It's okay, I'm idle at home anyway."

Seeing the persuasion, Sister Li didn't hesitate, but suddenly remembered something, and approached Song Qing with a warm smile while hugging the quilt, "Do you want the boy doll I introduced to you earlier?"

When Song Qing heard it, her head felt like two big heads. As a landlord, he is good at everything, but he loves to introduce people to others. The neighbors and friends around her are either married or have a partner. She has no way to start until Song Qing comes. This passion finally came into play.

Song Qing smiled awkwardly, "Not yet."

Sister Li became anxious when she heard this, and her mouth was like a machine gun, "This boy is very good, his livelihood (job) is an iron rice bowl, he has a house and a car! He is so handsome!"

Song Qing lived for almost a year. Although he could understand most of the dialects, he still had to respond to the rare words that popped up occasionally to understand what they meant. Slowly replied, "Sister Li, you know," he pointed to his glands, "I am an omega without glands."

This is also one of the reasons why Sister Li, who loves to be a matchmaker so much, has never succeeded with him once. Of course, this is a small part, mainly because Song Qing is not interested in finding a new partner, so sometimes the glands are also Song Qing rejected a good excuse from Sister Li.

But Sister Li was not depressed this time, her eyes were shining brightly, "This boy is a beta, it doesn't matter if you get pheromone or not, and I told him, he doesn't mind!"

"This..." Song Qing sighed straight away, and under Sister Li's persuasion, Song Qing promised Sister Li that she would definitely go and see it tomorrow.

Sister Li left contentedly, and before leaving, she didn't forget to give the baby a big one.

Song Qing arrived at the flower shop before the rain fell.

"Boss, you're finally here. Fortunately, I didn't give up!" The little girl pulled the glass door, saw Song Qing's figure from a distance, and started howling.

"Let's go, take the umbrella." Song Qing put the baby doll on the rocking chair, picked one from the row of furry toys on the table, put it in the baby's arms, and handed the umbrella at the bottom of the flower stand to the little one. girl.

The little girl was grateful, "Boss, I love you! I am willing to be Yan Yan's stepmother!"

"Get lost!" Song Qing chased her away with disgust in every possible way. As soon as the little girl left, the flower shop became quiet.

Song Qing was afraid that the rain would damage the potted plants outside the door, so he brought them in one by one. The flower shop opened on the edge of the ancient town. The business was up and down, but rainy days must be the worst time, so he simply closed the glass door and sat down. Behind the cash register, the news was playing on the phone as background music, and he picked up the doll to tease Song Yan.

Song Yan yelled, drooling all over his cheeks, waving his white and tender arms to hook Song Qing's, trying to grab the doll in his hand.

"Little sloppy." Song Qing returned the doll to Song Yan, picked up a tissue and wiped her saliva.

Song Yan hugged the doll and started giggling. Just after wiping the saliva, Song Qing had to wipe her again.

Song Qing turned around and threw the paper. Song Yan, who was still smiling a second ago, suddenly burst into tears. The sound of crying was so sharp that it could lift the boards. Song Qing was so frightened that she turned around and hugged Song Yan to coax her, but she couldn't coax her well. , Song Yan was out of breath from crying, his little face was flushed, his eyes were staring at Song Qing's cell phone, and he let out a louder cry.

Now Song Qing found the source, he tentatively blocked the phone, once blocked Song Yan stopped crying, he let go again, Song Yan followed closely behind.

He picked up the phone amusedly, and was about to turn it off, when suddenly a handsome and deep face stood out from the crowd, and he froze his hands.

"Director Shen, according to the rumors, you are going to get married soon, and your partner is Miss Bai's family. Is this true?" I don't know if it's the gossip entertainment newspaper, and rushed to the person with a microphone in his hand, chatting loudly.

Song Qing trembled all over, before she recovered, she turned off the phone first.

Song Yan got his wish, picked up the doll and laughed happily again.

After a long time, Song Qing woke up, forgot about the accidental glance, lowered her head and concentrated on playing with Song Yan.

[The author has something to say]: Friends who see this will definitely have an exclamation in their hearts: woc is so bloody!

But it doesn't matter, come, read with me, this is a bloody novel!

After I finished writing this chapter, I couldn't help but come to demining my friends!My book is really a dog-blood dog-blood dog-blood abuse text!

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