They are not divorced today

The Qin family's residential area has been around for some years. It looks average from the outside, but the interior decoration is good, in line with the preferences of middle-aged and elderly people. At least Father Qin likes the current decoration style very much.

Qin Mulang didn't like mahogany furniture since he was a child, and he didn't express any opinions on it. After moving out, he basically made it as comfortable as possible. Song Xinyan's preferences were similar to his, and he liked modern simplicity.

Song Xinyan accompanied Qin Mulang to finish his dinner in the restaurant, and Qin's father also came in to drink a bowl of fish head soup.

Father Qin looked serious, but his tone was as soft as possible. After putting down the bowl, he asked Qin Mulang, "Have you been busy recently?"

Qin Mulang stuffed the last bite of food and said, "It's okay, I don't work overtime much."

The Qin family's company is now managed by Qin's father. Qin Mulang is also thinking about his own business and has no plans to take over for now. One is the real industry and the other is the Internet industry. Qin's father is still young and can work for more than ten years. Qin Mulang was not worried at all.

Qin's father asked him: "Can you spare some time on Qingming Festival?"

Qin Mulang said: "Not sure yet, what?" He touched Song Xinyan, "How do you arrange for Qingming Festival?"

Song Xinyan didn't expect Qin's father to ask him suddenly, and said, "Generally, the holidays are in accordance with the national regulations."

Qin's father said: "You haven't seen grandpa together since you got married, so you have to go once this year anyway."

Qin Mulang nodded and said, "Oh, I try to spare time."

Qin's father said, "That's fine, just accommodate your time."

Qin Mulang asked him: "My mom won't be able to go this year, she has to keep her hands at home."

The mentioned Ms. Zeng happened to walk into the restaurant: "I see the situation, there is still more than half a month until Qingming, and the plaster should be removed soon."

Qin Mulang said: "The last time Xin Yan injured his hand, he also had a cast for a month."

Ms. Zeng asked Song Xinyan: "When did you get the plaster cast? Is it serious?"

Song Xinyan was stunned for a moment. The last time he injured his hand to the point of putting a cast on it was four or five years ago. Qin Mulang didn't seem to be with him at that time, and the two of them didn't seem to know each other.

Song Xinyan replied calmly: "The injury I suffered five years ago is already healed." Thinking of his miserable situation at that time, he added, "You must love your hands."

It was his left hand that was injured. At that time, he lived alone. Gao Yunshu was not a caring person, and he didn't help him much. He didn't want to trouble others. He still can't make his strength. The doctor said that he will have to use wrist guards to protect his hands in the later stage. If it wasn't for this time, he hasn't remembered it yet.

Ms. Zeng said with a smile, "Of course." Then she said to Qin Mulang and Qin's father, "You father and son, hurry up and ask Auntie to clean up after eating."

The four of them left the restaurant, and after a while of rest, Qin Mulang told his parents that he was going home.

Father Qin and Ms. Zeng didn't intend to keep them either. It was obvious that Song Xinyan was not very comfortable, so it would be better to let them go back sooner.

Going home this time, Qin Mulang brought a big bag of vegetables and fruits, and Song Xinyan carried a small cardboard box, which contained local eggs, and they put everything in the trunk.

Qin Mulang drank some wine at the party, and the driver brought him here, so Song Xinyan could only drive at the moment.

As soon as he got in the car, Qin Mulang shook Song Xinyan's hand: "Mom and Dad just don't know how to express it, and they don't mean anything malicious to you. Last time I came back, Mom told us to eat less takeaway."

Song Xinyan played with his fingers, he never thought that the attitude of Qin Mulang's parents would change: "Got it, I can feel it." The problem now is not his parents, "Ask you something?" .”

Qin Mulang said, "What?"

Song Xinyan looked at him with a half-smile, "How do you know that my hand was injured?"

Qin Mulang's expression was slightly unnatural, and he was thinking about how to expose this matter, but he knew that he couldn't hide it.

Song Xinyan didn't continue to ask, but started the car and drove towards home.

He felt that it was not a bad thing for Qin Mulang to know that his hand was injured.

When encountering the first traffic light, Qin Mulang stared at Song Xinyan's side face in rapt attention, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, and said, "I've known you since you joined the company not long ago."

After Song Xinyan graduated, he went to Shengyang Company, where he accumulated two years of work experience after graduation. Later, because the two decided to get married, he didn't want to be too much attention, so he simply went through the resignation procedures directly, so he entered In addition to being an ordinary product manager in a low-key company now, Shengyang three years ago was not as famous as he is now.

According to Song Xinyan's memory, he should have "contacted" Qin Mulang for the first time after joining the company for half a year. There are so many people, how did Qin Mulang know himself.

"You didn't tell me." Song Xinyan was a little shocked in his heart, Qin Mulang knew about himself earlier than he imagined.

Qin Mulang said: "At that time, you hadn't become a full-time student, and you were still a fresh graduate."

Song Xinyan teased herself: "You can just say you're a stunned young man."

Qin Mulang retorted strongly: "No, you are not, you are so smart."

The compliment was so natural and sincere, I didn't know how to respond: "Well, then how do you know me."

Qin Mulang said: "In the company cafeteria, I had lunch with several high-level executives in the company that day, and you and colleagues from your department were there. Your colleague didn't pay attention when walking, and accidentally bumped into a girl, and the girl slipped and fell off. Stairs, in a hurry, you grabbed the girl who was a bit heavy, and both of you rolled down the stairs, and your hand was broken at that moment."

Song Xinyan nodded. Qin Mulang described the details clearly. He himself didn't pay attention to the process at the time: "I don't remember exactly, but my hand was broken at that time, and I had a cast for a month." It's just a conditioned reflex to pull people, but they didn't expect the other party to be a fat girl, and then they both rolled down the stairs.

Qin Mulang said: "After the fracture, you still insist on going to work in the company every day."

Song Xinyan didn't dare to look at Qin Mulang's eyes right now, he said, "Because I'm a newcomer, I can't ask for leave every day."

When mentioning the bone fracture, Qin Mulang remembered another thing: "I remember asking your supervisor to grant you a week's leave."

Song Xinyan could only think of an excuse temporarily: "There is a break, it's just less than a week." At that time, he wanted to learn more, and he would think wildly when he was alone at home, so he chose to go to work, which also caused his left. The wrist is still weak.

"Go to the hospital for a wrist check on the weekend." Qin Mulang knew that Song Xinyan didn't usually use his left hand, so he could tell.

Song Xinyan asked him, "Aren't you going to see the car on weekends?"

Qin Mulang said: "Go to the hospital for reexamination in the morning, and check the car in the afternoon."

Song Xinyan reminded him: "The orthopedic surgery department does not work on weekends."

Qin Mulang said in a very insistent tone: "Then choose a day to go, and I will accompany you when I come out for half a day this week."

Song Xinyan likes that Qin Mulang always insists on doing certain things by himself, which makes him feel that this person cares about him.

Without thinking too much, Song Xinyan immediately agreed: "Okay, Friday morning."

Qin Mulang leaned on the seat and said, "Then I have an appointment for Friday morning."

"Yeah." While driving, Song Xinyan didn't dare to ask too much about what happened after Qin Mulang met him in advance, he was afraid that his hands would shake because of the stimulation, and the two of them would only see each other in the next life.

Qin Mulang was also racking his brains for words, how could he express his secret attention to Song Xinyan when he was young so that it didn't look like a voyeuristic incident.

Along the way, Qin Mulang and Song Xinyan chatted about the current situation of his department head at that time.

Song Xinyan said: "I remember that he was quite popular at the time, and he was eloquent. Every time a product meeting was held, he was a tongue-in-cheek gesture, and he made the directors of several other departments irrefutable."

Qin Mulang said: "He's pretty good. Last year he led a shared project team and he did a great job. But something happened to him today."

Song Xinyan asked curiously, "What?"

Qin Mulang said: "He ran away last night and was robbed, and then he went to catch the robber and beat him up. This morning the police took him to compensate the robber."

Song Xinyan smiled: "What's the matter? The current robbers are still so reasonable."

The two each talked about what they encountered during the day, and they arrived home in a short time. There were no cars on the road at night, so half an hour didn't seem that long. The important thing is that when they are together, there will always be endless topics to talk about. .

It was late when I got home, so I took a shower and went to bed.

Song Xinyan finished washing first, holding the tablet and waiting for Qin Mulang, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

He was very curious, before he took the initiative to approach Qin Mulang, what did he think of himself at that time.

Qin Mulang took a longer bath tonight than before, and he was still trying to organize his words. If he hadn't leaked his words tonight, he wouldn't be full of shame now. It is battle-hardened.

Qin Mulang successfully turned himself into a shrimp.

Song Xinyan was watching a detective variety show. When Qin Mulang came out, he immediately used the detective skills he had just learned to find out that the other party was unnatural.

He lay on the quilt and stared at Qin Mulang, and blurted out the thought in his mind: "It takes longer than usual to take a shower, and his eyes dodge, Qin Xiansen is weird."

Qin Mulang's scalp was numb from his watching, sometimes he wished Song Xinyan would not be so wise, he threw off the bath towel around his waist, and he threw himself on the bed directly, pressing Detective Song under him.

Pretend to be a hideous "murderer": "Detective, I am indeed weird, but I don't think you want to know what is weird about me."

Song Xinyan stared at him with her head up, and said sincerely: "But I want to."

"Then I can only let you taste my strength." Qin Mulang lowered his head and gnawed on his earlobe, one of Song Xinyan's sensitive places.

Song Xinyan groaned, and soon, they were controlled by those inexplicable lusts, enjoying their happy night life.

One hour……

two hours...

Before Song Xinyan fell asleep, she muttered, "Did you forget to tell me something?"

Qin Mulang got into bed, put his arms around him, and pretended to be calm: "I can't remember, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning, and I have to go to work."

After a while, Song Xinyan closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Mulang felt relieved, as long as he didn't let him say those shameful things.

His behavior is probably because of embarrassment, the more he cares, the less he dares to mention the stupid things he has done.