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On Saturday, Song Youfang canceled other trips, did not ask the assistant driver to accompany him, and accompanied Tingyun home.

Ting Yun is a child of an ordinary family, and his parents are also approachable. When the two were dating, Song Youfang visited him several times, and what impressed him most was that Ting Yun's family fit in very well.

Knowing that the two of them came back today, their parents prepared a large table of dishes. When the meals were brought to the table, my mother was still muttering, "Hey, to be honest, Youfang has eaten with us several times, and I still don't know What does he like."

For a person like Song Youfang, there is nothing that can be called his favorite, and it is not easy for others to see through his preferences, so it is not easy to leave behind and weak spots.

He said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, parents, I like them all."

Dad also followed suit, "I don't know what you usually eat. Ting Yun seldom cooked at home before, but I don't know if you two can get used to it. I made some other dishes at home. You can bring some later." Going back? It’s easy to eat, just heat it up.”

Ting Yun's personality followed his father's, gentle and homely. Song Youfang thought of the meals that Ting Yun cooked for him. He didn't know what a meal meant in Ting Yun's house. Is eating something worth thinking about for him?

It was the first time Song Youfang heard this kind of conversation that would only occur in ordinary families, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Ting Yun bit his chopsticks and muttered, "There is a nanny..." He sneaked a glance at Song Youfang, he thought that Mr. Song would not like it, after all, the box lunch matter was still a knot in his mind.

"Oh, I forgot about the babysitter. Although there is a babysitter, but...you two come back often if you want to change your taste. Remember to tell me what you want to eat before you come back. I will buy it with your mother."

The word "come back" caused Song Youfang to raise his eyelids, but in his own home, he had never had a single Ansheng meal, and every time "go back" was a routine, the faces of the family members at the dinner table were not very good, It won't be like Tingyun's happy family.

No one has ever said words like "go home" and "next time" to Song Youfang. He glanced at the dishes on the table. The bowls and chopsticks of Ting Yun's house are very cute. Plate, the soup is almost overflowing.

"Do you like stewed ribs?" Seeing Song Youfang staring at the cabinets for a long time, Dad immediately got up and changed the place of the dishes.

Before Song Youfang could speak, the ribs had already been placed in front of him.

"You're welcome at home, just bring what you like to your face."

Song Youfang couldn't tell what it was like, he didn't really like ribs, he just took a second look, "Thank you Dad."

Because the gap between Song Youfang and Ting Yun's family is too great, there are limited topics to talk about every time you come, but Song Youfang feels very comfortable just listening to it. This feeling is slightly different from when Ting Yun is alone. If he and Ting Yun Ting Yun is the sexual attraction between alpha and omega, the company of a partner, and a meal at Ting Yun's house is the epitome of family.

"Didn't the resumption of work delay your work?" Parents couldn't care about Song Youfang's work, they could only ask about Tingyun's situation.

Ting Yun shook his head, "No, nothing happened recently, don't worry."

"Just don't be in a hurry." Dad turned his head and said to Song Youfang, "Ting Yun just graduated and went to work in the current company. What he learned in school became stupid when he put it into practice. He often stayed up late and worked overtime, and the company was gone. Yes, my mother and I went to the company to pick him up several times."

As soon as he heard his parents talk about his scandal, Ting Yun quickly stopped him, "Don't bring up the old score..."

Song Youfang, who didn't say much, actually took the words, "Well, go and pick him up once."

What he said about "taking over Ting Yun once" also happened when Ting Yun worked overtime.

It was not long ago that they were together.

Song Youfang had been waiting downstairs for an extra hour, and the sky outside the car window was already dark. He checked his watch before calling Ting Yun to confirm the situation.

When Ting Yun received his call, he gasped and apologized hastily, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I still have something to do, so don't wait for me today."

"About work?" From the phone call, Ting Yun should be in a hurry.

"Well... I'll..."

"But your colleagues are already off work." Song Youfang arrived downstairs a little earlier than Ting Yun's off work time, and he knew Ting Yun's colleagues familiarly, "You are up there alone."

Ting Yun sighed, "At the end of the month, I didn't figure it out... My colleagues got off work after finishing their work, so I have to work overtime..."

The more he talked, the lower his voice was. They are a small company, and the accounts are not particularly complicated. Complaining about this to Song Youfang is nothing more than showing that he is incompetent.

The lights in the windows of the building were extinguished one by one, and the phone paused for a moment. Song Youfang said, "Ting Yun, the desktop computer you use is still a notebook."

Ting Yun didn't know why, "Notebook."

"Then do you mind if I take a look for you? You don't know how long you'll be right by yourself." Song Youfang changed the imperative sentence, "Come down, I'll take a look for you."

Ting Yun looked at the time subconsciously, he had kept Song Youfang waiting for so long, "Okay...Okay."

Ting Yun trotted out from the gate of the office building, a little embarrassed, with a notebook in his arms, a bag of receipts hanging on his arm, and a lunch box on the other side.

After the car door opened, he sat next to Song Youfang, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time..."

The bangs on Ting Yun's forehead were blown away, and his eyes turned red when he looked closely. Song Youfang was very gentlemanly, "It's okay."

He took Ting Yun's notebook, and when he opened it, the screen lit up, and the interface jumped out of the password lock.

Ting Yun came to his side, stretched out his slender fingers to enter the password, Ting Yun was sweating, the smell of pheromone was stronger and more lively than usual, probably because he was really anxious, Song Youfang felt that every piece of Ting Yun's message Suyin was all jumping around in the car.

After entering the desktop, the interface of the form was not closed, and it directly caught Song Youfang's eyes.

Ting Yun took out the bound receipt from the bag, and muttered in a low voice, "I've been correct several times, but it's only a few yuan short... eh!"

He stopped flipping the bill, and checked the computer again and again, his joy couldn't be concealed, "Here, the decimal point seems to be wrong. I couldn't find it when I was alone."

"You have been facing the computer for too long, and you are naturally not sensitive to numbers when you are tired. Go down and take a few steps to be more energetic."

Ting Yun changed the position of the decimal point and re-balanced, which made him very frustrated, "But...it's still not right..."

Song Youfang took the receipt in Ting Yun's hand, and the sound of the paper flipping was amplified many times in the car. Ting Yun felt that he was quite useless, so he could only hold his breath and accompany Song Youfang to read it again.

Song Youfang clicked on the computer screen, "For this subject, you missed one item."

Ting Yun suddenly realized, took the computer and re-inserted a line, and finally checked the calculation again, and it was finally flat.

The tense Ting Yun suddenly felt relieved. He jumped forward and threw himself on Song Youfang's body, hugging him tightly, "Thank you, Mr. Song!"

Song Youfang's whole body was stiff, his hands slowly covered Ting Yun's back, and patted lightly, "It's just some small problems, you are too nervous."

The big hand on his waist was so strong that Ting Yun couldn't ignore it at all. When he came back to his senses, his face was flushed with shame, and after he let go of Song Youfang, he slowly sat down again.

Ting Yun and his company are still using forms for accounting, Song Youfang had to give Ting Yun a better opinion, "Have you ever thought about changing to another company? Your company is still using forms? Upgrade the certificate, and then change to a more formal one. The company will be better."

"Our company has a small business volume. We hired an accountant to save costs, so we didn't buy software." Ting Yun pursed his lips, "Actually, I have an intermediate certificate."

It is easy to find a better job with an intermediate certificate. Although Ting Yun has no problems with his education and major, he is an omega, and his gender has already limited the jobs he can do. A good company, under the same conditions, is definitely better. Willing to hire alpha.

Alpha has inherent advantages. They are more popular in the workplace. Ting Yun's current job is considered decent.

After hearing Ting Yun's explanation, Song You extended an olive branch to him, "You can also come to my place."

"No...no..." Ting Yun quickly waved his hand. He knows himself. He has limited ability and cannot enter Song Youfang's company. If he takes advantage of the right to go through the back door, even if he goes there, it will cause some trouble. How much gossip and gossip does one's own boss have.

Taking a step back, the two of them are still in a relationship, and it will last longer if they maintain a sense of distance between lovers.

Song Youfang didn't force it, he thought it was time to touch Ting Yun's head at this time, his hand stopped in mid-air and didn't fall down until Ting Yun looked up at him suspiciously, his big hand covered Ting Yun's head, " I'll take you back first."

After the short family reunion, Ting Yun had to go back with Song Youfang. Before leaving, his parents packed some cooked food for them.

Not counting sending them to the door, Dad also pressed the elevator for them, waiting for the two to be sent to the elevator, watching the elevator door close, and through the elevator door, he could still hear his instructions, "Be careful when driving at night. "

It wasn't until they were left alone in the elevator that Ting Yun asked the doubts in his heart, "Sir, don't you like what my father and the others make? Are you not used to it?"

Song Youfang didn't know why Ting Yun asked such a question, he didn't hate it, "No dislike."

"Really?" Ting Yun carefully tested, "If you don't like it, I will tell them not to do it next time."

The elevator stopped on the first floor with a "ding" sound, and Song Youfang was holding something in his hand, and motioned Ting Yun to go out, "I like it, if you want to come back, tell me in advance, I will accompany you."

Ting Yun breathed a sigh of relief silently. Perhaps Song Youfang didn't dislike it, but... everyone has different habits. Mr. Song is probably used to making decisions, so he needs to know everything in advance, and there are fewer surprises.