Chapter 11 sets the stage

for a happy family, as the family of four spent the entire Saturday out.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they got home, and Chen Xingyue was sleeping crookedly in her father's arms.

Chen Yun held her son who was also sleeping in her arms and freed her hands to push open the door.

She didn't even give the children a bath, but just put them on the bed, took off their shoes, and wiped their hands and feet.

Song Fenglin was sorting out today's purchases and the packages that had arrived in the living room. He was unsure where to put them, so he put them aside for the time being.

Chen Yun came out of the children's room and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Where did you unpack these clothes?"

Song Fenglin handed her a tattered package: "I checked, the last number is yours."

The number and name were correct, but the items were not bought by Chen Yun herself.

She zeroed in on several "suspects" and sent messages to them one by one, saying, "It could be Yan Xin. She asked Xingxing yesterday what size she was wearing now."

If she said it was possible, then it was nine out of ten times possible.

Song Fenglin shook one of the dresses and turned over the label to see: "Is 100 a little small?"

Of course, although Chen Yun had not received a reply yet, she pinched the dress and gestured on her body: "Maybe it's Song Jing."

Soon, the two guesses she made were both denied.

Zhao Yanxin: [My shopping is still on the way]

Zhang Songjing: [I haven’t bought anything recently, I’ve been busy with Perrin’s affairs]

How strange, Chen Yun murmured to herself: "That must be Siting."

Chen Siting is her cousin from her third uncle’s family. She graduated from university a few years ago and worked in Ningjiang. She was taken care of by many relatives. After returning to her hometown to get married, she still did favors from time to time.

With that mentioned, Song Fenglin asked casually, "When is her due date?"

Chen Yun: "June."

Song Fenglin: "Give her a big red envelope then."

Chen Yun hummed, staring at her cousin's reply on the screen, and the ending tone turned into "eh": "Si Ting said it wasn't her."

Who else could it be? Song Fenglin searched through his wife's social circle: "Zhou Wenjing?"

Chen Yun: "Wenjing is teaching senior high school this year and can't even take care of her own child."

The couple guessed for a long time and ruled out all the answers they thought were correct.

There was really no other choice. Song Fenglin: "Could it be Zhensheng?"

Among his friends, only Zhang Zhensheng looked like he would do such a thing.

Chen Yun felt that the old thing was insignificant, so she said, "Just ask."

Zhang Zhensheng was a typical night owl, and he immediately replied, "Do you dare to embarrass my aesthetic taste in your house? 】

Yes, even though he dared to buy it, Song Fenglin didn't dare let his daughter wear it, for fear that the pretty girl would leave behind the biggest dark history of her childhood.

At this point, it has become a completely unsolved case.

Chen Yun packed the skirt as it was: "I'll ask my parents tomorrow."

Song Fenglin nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "That's not right."

He poked his finger on the screen of his mobile phone twice: "It should be Song Xin. She contacted me the day before yesterday, but I didn't reply."

It turned out to be her. Chen Yun leaned over to look at the short chat history: "It seems that she got her first month's salary and was thinking about buying something."

Song Fenglin didn't communicate much with this half-sister. The only contact was probably the tuition he helped her pay a few years ago.

He frowned slightly: "I'll transfer the money to her."

After all, the next generation is innocent of the affairs of the previous generation.

He is a kind person, otherwise he would not have extended a helping hand at that time, but secretly he didn't want to have too much involvement with the other party.

Chen Yun couldn't interfere in her husband's family affairs.

After all, her parents were around, and any words she said would sound like she was taking sides, so she just said, "Try to be more tactful in your tone."

It wasn't a high request, but it was indeed difficult.

Song Fenglin: "How about you take my place?"

Okay, we are all birds of the same forest.

Chen Yun took his phone: "Go, pour me a glass of water."

Song Fenglin knew her habits well, so he squeezed half a lemon into the water and added some ice cubes.

Chen Yun took a sip from his hand, and all the greasiness of the dinner disappeared.

She asked, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

When the project was at a critical juncture, the group messages never stopped today.

Song Fenglin: "Go."

Chen Yun was not surprised at all and urged: "Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Fenglin had been running around the amusement park with the two children in the afternoon and had long since exhausted his energy.

He felt as if he had participated in a marathon and shook his hands: "Okay, I'll go take a shower."

Chen Yun cleaned up the garbage on the floor and went to take a look in the children's room.

During this time, she had been using Song Fenglin's phone to send messages to Song Xin. She went to the master bedroom and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I might see something?"

Song Fenglin was drying his hair, and he half turned sideways and looked back, "What did you see?"

Chen Yun, "Like your chat records with other girls."

How could there be such a thing? Song Fenglin, "You can look at it as you like."

He was too frank. Chen Yun thought that she would never be able to do that if it were her.

The chat records between her and several friends could only be taken into the coffin. She put her hands behind her back and said, "People should trust each other. I won't read it."

Song Fenglin really didn't want to see her privacy, but he was happy to contribute his share: "Anyway, the password is your birthday."

He hung the towel and took the hair dryer from the shelf.

Chen Yun passed him and went into the bathroom, where she washed and scrubbed for half an hour.

It was rare that Song Fenglin fell asleep before her.

He seemed to be gradually sinking to the bottom of the water, but subconsciously he still grasped at everything that was familiar.

Chen Yun smelled of shower gel, moist and soft.

She couldn't free her hand and turned off the bedside lamp with great effort.

The room was plunged into darkness, leaving only a good night's sleep.

On Sunday morning, Song Fenglin's alarm clock rang as usual.

He immediately turned off the annoying ringing sound, his heart pounding so fast, and lay on the bed to calm down.

Chen Yun was woken up, turned over and muttered, "I won't make breakfast."

Song Fenglin put his hand on the back of her head: "Well, go to sleep."

He gently lifted the quilt, washed up, and went to see how the children slept.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were clearly lying side by side last night, but early in the morning they were lying on opposite sides of the platform bed.

The blanket was naturally gone, and the body was twisted as if he had done gymnastics, with a little bit of his belly exposed.

Song Fenglin pulled their clothes tight, turned up the air conditioner by one degree, closed the door and left.

At the entrance of the community, he bought breakfast and ate while walking.

It’s a great weekend, and the team members come earlier than on weekdays.

When Song Fenglin entered the company, he thought he had misread the time and raised his wrist: "It's only nine o'clock."

A low voice came from the workstation by the window: "Mr. Zhang asked him to."

Song Fenglin guessed that the boss was venting his anger after the quarrel.

It is not enough for him to sit in this position just by having more skills. He thought about it and said, "If we work harder today and strive for optimization, I will treat everyone to afternoon tea."

A few people applauded, which did not sound like joy but more like another kind of protest.

Song Fenglin thought that something might have happened when he was away yesterday, so he went into the office guessing.

Not long after he sat down, he vaguely heard Mr. Zhang outside saying loudly: "With the progress you have, when can you go online!" He

was quite angry early in the morning.

Song Fenglin sighed and decided to go out and smooth things over. After all, he was the one primarily responsible for speeding up the progress.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Peng said, "If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beams will be crooked. If you don't want to do it, don't do it!"

Song Fenglin felt dissatisfied as to where the upper beam of the entire technical department was.

He suddenly said, "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Peng thought he didn't come today either. He was embarrassed for a moment after being caught, but still put on the style of a boss: "Yes, I'm here."

But he felt that the momentum was too weak, so he added, "If you're busy, it's okay if you don't come."

Tone is an important part of communication, and Song Fenglin heard something weird.

He had countless trivial matters to deal with today, but now they all turned to ashes: "I'm here to get something and will leave later."

It's ridiculous. Zhang Peng just shot himself in the foot.

He still wanted to turn the tables: "When can the internal testing of "House of Warriors" begin?"

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Song Fenglin did not want to embarrass his boss, and said euphemistically: "We're working on it."

Zhang Peng took the opportunity to make a fuss: "You've been saying you're working on it, but I haven't seen any progress."

Of course there has been progress, and Song Fenglin no longer gave him any excuses: "I have submitted the first phase of test data."

When was it submitted? Zhang Peng really hasn't had time to watch it recently.

He was also a man who had seen a lot of ups and downs, so he changed his expression and said, "That's good, get busy."

Song Fenglin believed that he had a certain degree of understanding of him, and thought that he had offended someone this time.

But he did it anyway even though he didn't want to, so he just went home and lay down.

Chen Yun was in the study with her daughter practicing the piano. When she heard the door open,

she poked her head out and said, "Mom, you guys..." She swallowed the rest of the sentence, "Why are you back?"

Song Fenglin: "It's a bit annoying."

Chen Yun's balance shifted between the father and daughter, and she said, "Xingxing, practice by yourself. Mom has something to say to your dad."

Of course, her hidden little selfish thought was that she could hardly sit still any longer.

Chen Xingyue wished her mother was busy and nodded especially happily.

Chen Yun poked her gently and went to the living room with the door ajar.

Song Fenglin was sitting on the sofa. He saw her patting the seat next to him and asked, "Where's Yangyang?"

Chen Yun: "I went to buy groceries with my mom."

No wonder it was so quiet. Song Fenglin: "What are you having for lunch?" They

even started to exchange pleasantries. Chen Yun poked him with her elbow: "Go ahead."

Song Fenglin: "Nothing."

He said that, and then he went on to say a long thing, which was completely unlike his usual style.

But who hasn’t complained sometimes? Chen Yun was well versed in the art of chatting and cursed even more harshly than he did.

As he was speaking, he became emotional and slapped the coffee table.

The orange in the fruit bowl rolled to the ground. Song Fenglin picked it up, peeled it and handed it to her: "Does your hand hurt?"

Chen Yun: "According to idol dramas, you should be anxious to hold my hand in your palm."

Song Fenglin had little experience in watching dramas, and asked humbly: "Do you want to say anything else?"

Chen Yun knew that he would do any request she made, and was shocked by such a scene at first: "How corny."

She suggested: "If you are really annoyed, take a few days of annual leave."

Although he knew that the company would transfer anyone who was short of money, Song Fenglin still couldn't get over it.

He is a man with a strong sense of responsibility, and situations like today are very rare in his life.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Forget it. I'm very busy lately."

As expected, Chen Yun teased, "Then are you going in the afternoon?"

It seemed embarrassing to go, so Song Fenglin said, "No."

After saying that, he felt like he was being angry and he was too embarrassed to laugh.

He has a typical northwestern appearance. Even when he is thin, he still looks burly, and he looks even more muscular after gaining weight.

With a smile, all the oppressive feeling brought by his body disappeared, and he looked like a fool by nature.

No one would believe that he is a top student who graduated from Kyoto University.