Running away from the boss every day

In the huge hall, green plants are placed in a corner, and patches of light are busy covering the silent space.

Chu Nian looked at the woman in front of her in surprise, with the same face, slamming into her pupils fiercely.

Song Xutang had her hands in her pockets, she was wearing a casual pullover, her long hair was tied up lazily, and she had a shy smile on her face.

She walked over to the table.

"Are you surprised? I wanted to tell you about this matter earlier, but after thinking about it carefully, I was afraid of disturbing your life."

Chu Nian's eyelashes were slightly moist, and he stepped forward to hug her.

She trembled and sobbed uncontrollably.

The feeling of happiness lost and found lingers in the deepest part of my heart.

"It's good to be alive." Chu Nian said hoarsely, hugging her tightly, and buried her face in her arms, "It's good to be alive."

Song Xutang lowered her head, her eyes were filled with soft light, and the tears rolled back and forth in her eyes.She took a deep breath.

"Thank you Nian Nian, you have kept me in your heart all these years."

Chu Nian bit her lip, showing a joyful smile, the corners of her eyes were blush.

"Why didn't you tell me you were alive sooner."

"I want you to live more freely. Sorry, I'm late."

Song Xutang had long wanted to tell her the secret of her own life, and promised Jiang Jingxian to live in a place where no one knew, and spend her life peacefully like this.

However, when I finally came to Xiangcheng, I made more mistakes.

She almost doubted whether Chen Ai was bought by Yue Baiyun to transfer her here.

Chu Nian paused, and whispered, "Does Yue Baiyun know that you are still alive?"

"She already knew about it."

"Then what are you waiting for, run away quickly."

Song Xutang smiled helplessly, Chu Nian was that Chu Nian, cute and silly.

If she could escape, how could she choose to go back this way.

The more you want to hide, the more you cannot escape this fate.

Song Xutang comforted her softly, and patted her head, "Don't worry, no one can easily threaten me now, don't worry too much, I'm here today to discuss the new song with you."

Speaking of that song.

Chu Nian tossed and turned for many days, thinking about it and said: "Actually, the lyrics were written by an unknown senior. I like this kind of light rhythm very much. You also know that it is difficult for the audience to quickly integrate into the song with a slow rhythm. Go in, so I don't have a lot of odds against the song."

Song Xutang has been away from this circle for many years, and he still can't figure it out when he just came back.

"I'm back, don't worry, I will face it with you, I also like this song, let's work hard together."

When Chu Nian saw her, he was naturally relieved.

She believed in Song Xutang very much, it was accumulated bit by bit, no matter what happened, Song Xutang was the best candidate for her to trust.

Chu Nian and Song Xutang entered the studio.

The two began planning to adapt the piece.

It was past eight o'clock, and Chu Nian planned to continue to catch up with her, but Jiang Jingxian came to pick her up in person, but in the end she couldn't hold back, so she had to say goodbye to Song Xutang and get into the private car.

Song Xutang's figure was thin, standing in the moonlight, his white face was covered by mottled tree shadows.

She walked casually on the road with her pockets in her pocket.

Just walked a distance, the night is beautiful, the air is very fresh.

A car whized to a stop beside her...

When Song Xutang came to Yue Zhai, the house was still clean, which made her wonder if Yue Baiyun had a cleanliness habit.

She was sitting on the sofa, waiting for the master of the house to come down.

"You have something to do with me?"

Yue Baiyun just slapped his hand on the water glass on the table, and when he heard her voice, he curled up his fingers suddenly.

She has a pale complexion. In recent months, she seems to have lost a lot of weight, and she is as thin as paper.

Song Xutang looked at her carefully, feeling a little weird for no reason.

"Why do you have such a bad face?"

Yue Baiyun drank a glass of boiled water, and the mole at the corner of his smiling eye became even more coquettish, "I'm getting older."

When did she start paying attention to age.

Although he is in his 30s, his face looks like he has taken the elixir of life. He is young and beautiful, surpassing too many women.

Song Xutang glanced at his watch, and the time stopped at ten eleven.

"You are fine, please take me back."

"Looking for you, of course I have something to look for you."

The two people who are rare to be calm, did not catch any sparks with each other.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Yue Baiyu stroked the bottom of the cup with his finger and said, "Tang'er, do you want a child?"

Song Xutang's calm heart suddenly seemed to fall into the lake, causing ripples.

Her heart was sour, she pursed her lips and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Child, her child is long gone.

Yue Baiyu hesitated to speak, and said softly: "If there is a child between us, would you like it?"

Song Xutang seemed to hear an interesting joke, and his eyebrows and eyes were raised, "Us, child? Yue Baiyun, what are you talking about, how can there be a child between us, and it's still a question of who will be born."

Yue Baihan raised his head, with clear black and white eyes, "It is my duty to bear a child for you."

She was stunned and sneered: "What do I want you to do to have a baby? You have covered my heart with dust, which cannot be wiped off with a whisk. Sometimes abortion is more courageous than having a baby, not to mention that there is no relationship between us." There will be children."

The secret that Yue Baiyun could make her pregnant was known to Song Xutang alone, so that after they lingered all night, Song Xutang went to the pharmacy to buy contraceptives and took it directly. She didn't want to suffer another miscarriage.

Congenitally small uterus is not suitable for pregnancy, but it is also a factor that easily leads to miscarriage.

Yue Baihen heard the sound, his face turned pale, his eyelashes twitched fiercely, and he was almost speechless.

She cleaned up the far-fetched face, touched the table, saw the empty glass jug, glanced up at her, and said with a smile, "Can you make me a cup of jasmine tea?"

Song Xutang's tea ceremony is not orthodox, but he is ingenious, and the jasmine tea he makes is very suitable for Yue Baiyu's taste.

Glycol is light, not thick.

It's been a long time since I made tea.

Song Xutang felt that she was strange, if she didn't make tea for her, would she look too small, causing the other party to guess wirelessly.

She stepped aside, took out jasmine petals, put them in the teapot, and started to boil water.

"Yue Baiyu, you are really strange, are you making me addicted?"

Yue Baiyu didn't speak, enjoying the faltering and underestimating words in her mouth for a moment, and her heart was like clear spring water flowing through.

She couldn't let go, because letting go of someone would also cause her unbearable pain. As long as she thought that Song Xutang no longer loved her, she would never have her again in her future life. feel oppressed.

Yue Baiyun found that he was less and less like himself.

Totally like a brainless woman in love.

Don't bump into the south wall and don't look back, even if you use various means to keep her in her footsteps.

Song Xutang had experienced the pain of losing her love back then, but she had overestimated her own patience. She couldn't bear the heartache, and was ignored by the one she loved, becoming as humble as dust, and no longer sharp.

The taste of a lover is like drinking tea.

Bitter or sweet, only you know.

"Tang'er, I want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made before."

"No. No." She dropped four words.

Yue Bai pursed her lips, her thin lips were like a delicate flower, and her lips were curved upwards, showing that she was in a particularly good mood.

"If you only drink tea, you will be hungry."

Song Xutang let out a long breath, "You have hands and feet, why do you want me to come?"

"You cook better than mine." Yue Baiyun lowered his eyelashes, speaking concisely.

Song Xutang was speechless.

In an instant, Yue Baiyun seemed to have crossed the barrier between them, and acted willfully and recklessly in front of her, without knowing what is good or bad.

"Are there any ingredients for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Yue Baiyun doesn't know how to cook, and the kitchen is spotless, so clean that even the slightest bit of oil stain can't be seen.

Song Xutang opened the refrigerator, and it was empty.

The head hurts more and more.

Yue Baiyun was more competitive on the contrary, took a look, bit his lip and said: "I asked Lao Wen to buy ingredients, and I will be back soon."

"Isn't it okay to order takeaway by yourself?"

"not good."

"Yue Baiyun, you are trying to get me to order me, don't you?"

"No."

Song Xutang: "Let me go."

"I won't give up on you. I make this kind of mistake once in my life, and I will never make it again. If I don't hold your hand, I don't know what kind of courage I should use to hug you."

"You, you still say such things. Don't be too..."

"I love you."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-2923:39:34~2020-05-0101:57:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xie Meng 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 199890444 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!