Chapter 35 Thirty-five Untitled

Chen Yun ate particularly lively during lunch.

Just as a liar needs more words to cover up his lie, her guilty conscience can only be compensated by certain things.

She talked a lot, one thing after another, and took a break from her busy schedule to eat a few bites of food.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on high. Song Fenglin touched the edge of the bowl and said, "Eat first, it's almost cold."

Chen Yun complained half-seriously, "I said so much just for you."

She was actually very tired in the morning, but she did this just because she knew he liked to interact.

Even if it's the person next to you, who knows whose heart is?

Song Fenglin understood that he was happy to see himself, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was a little embarrassed.

Chen Yun's eyes moved downwards guiltily, as if focusing on the cup in front of her.

Song Fenglin was very considerate and refilled her water. When a customer pushed the door in, he could also work part-time as the receptionist and barista. After all, to be honest, he had much more experience in the store than Xiaoxiao.

Of course, if you don't work for a long time, you will still become unfamiliar with it.

It just so happened that lunch break was a peak time for ordering coffee, and the machine kept spitting out receipts, and he was unable to react for a moment.

Chen Yun quickly finished her lunch and started working with him.

However, the store is not very big to begin with, and most seats are reserved for customers. The aisle behind the bar is not wide, so it seems cramped to accommodate the couple.

Song Fenglin had no choice but to try hard to tighten his stomach to make some space for her to move back and forth, and adjusted his breathing frequency to the minimum.

Seeing that his face was flushed red, Chen Yun said with a smile: "Alright, alright, be careful not to overheat."

Song Fenglin: "I'm afraid of squeezing you."

They are all soft flesh, where can they be squeezed?

Chen Yun poked him and said, "It's okay."

In broad daylight, Song Fenglin just felt tingling and numb.

He froze in place, and only reacted when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open again. He subconsciously said, "Hello, welcome..." He

held back the second half of the sentence because he could clearly see that it was Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao took a long time to eat lunch. She didn't know what was in her mind. Her eyes moved towards the boss and his wife, and she smiled with a mocking look on her face.

Song Fenglin felt a little embarrassed even though he didn't do anything.

He took two steps away to clean the table, saying, "You come on."

Xiaoxiao tied on her apron and washed her hands. Under the cover of the sound of water, she said, "Sister, am I back early?"

Chen Yun usually treated her as a younger sister. She said with a sigh, "Yes, if you were ten minutes later, your salary would be deducted."

Xiaoxiao looked righteous, "For the sake of CP, everything is worth it..."

What are you clashing about? Without saying anything else, Chen Yun asked first: "You are not here, where can I go?"

Xiaoxiao: "It depends on my imagination."

If it were a cartoon effect, she should have hearts in her eyes at this moment.

Chen Yun thought that the generation gap between herself and the post-00s was probably becoming increasingly unbridgeable, and was curious: "I heard the other day that you have a hobby of shipping couples."

It turned out that Xiaoxiao didn't have that hobby, and sighed: "I've been on a blind date recently, and then I realized that you two are such a perfect match."

Also an only daughter who was pampered by her parents, she grew up in Ningjiang, where social opinions and environment are relatively open, and she is still bound by old rules when it comes to choosing a spouse.

If she finds a boy who is willing to marry into her family's family, his conditions will naturally be much better than hers; if she finds a boy who is willing to do both, the two sides will be in a tug-of-war over whose surname the first child should take; if she enters into marriage according to the old way, her parents will be more or less reluctant.

After all, there wasn't any one that she thought was particularly good.

Her parents also said that she had too many demands and were worried that it would be difficult for her to find a partner when she got a few years older.

Xiaoxiao felt that the rules and regulations she mentioned were not excessive, and could not help but complain: "Am I a bad person?"

Chen Yun comforted her: "You are still young, there will always be a destiny."

She was surprised to find that her tone had become similar to that of her elders, and she quickly held back the rest of her words.

Xiaoxiao continued on her own: "I don't think I'll ever meet him."

Then she said: "But you have it, sister. From now on I will be your number one CP fan. If even you two..."

The rest of the sentence was too unlucky, so she hurried to stop the car.

But that didn't stop Chen Yun from hearing it.

When it comes to marriage, she did make a move that everyone thought was a good one, and she said frankly: "Then you can share in your sister's good fortune, and the next one will be you."

Xiaoxiao: "Actually, I'm not in a hurry, it's mainly my parents."

She also sighed: "Of course I have to cooperate, otherwise I don't know who will get the cheaper house after my family's demolished house is demolished."

It was embarrassing to tell her not to be in a hurry after hearing this.

As an only child born in the countryside, Chen Yun once almost couldn't even keep her family's homestead.

She said: "Just hearing the words 'demolished house', I feel that I'm the one who needs more comfort."

Xiaoxiao chuckled: "It's not mine yet."

After the joke, the topic was dropped.

After Chen Yun finished her work, she made two glasses of iced American coffee and handed one to Song Fenglin.

She didn't say anything, and Song Fenglin didn't notice because he was lowering his head to reply to the message. After a while, he looked up and showed her the phone screen: "Xiwang is looking for me."

After he resigned, his former deputy Zhang Xiwang took over.

Chen Yun glanced at the five words "crazy again" and said, "It seems that things are still not going well at my previous company."

Song Fenglin said, "As long as it doesn't affect the payment of non-compete compensation."

He looked really calm. Chen Yun hummed and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Song Fenglin understood what he meant and sighed slightly: "A good life has ended up like this."

Chen Yun patted his shoulder like a brother: "At least you can live a good life."

In the first week after being unemployed, Song Fenglin spent more time on interpersonal communication than in the past ten years.

His WeChat chat history is filled with words like "envy" from his friends, as if those who don't need to work now are the winners in life.

However, he has been deeply influenced by traditional education over the past thirty years, and his life was once centered around getting into a good university and finding a good job. He never expected the plot to take a sudden turn for the worse, and now he still misses going to work as soon as he opens his eyes.

But in this situation, saying that you haven't had time to appreciate the joy would seem like you have low emotional intelligence.

Song Fenglin felt that he had not stooped to such a low level, and said, "Yes."

After all, they had been married for almost ten years, how could Chen Yun not know him.

She said, "Don't worry, I can handle your 'retired elderly psychological problems'."

Song Fenglin: "Do I look that old?"

It was obviously a joke, why did you ask it so seriously?

Chen Yun: "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin hesitated and spoke slowly: "I took the children to play downstairs in the morning, and a kid called me 'Grandpa Yangyang'."

You can't tell that he is the kind of person who would care if children called me the wrong name. Chen Yun: "It's normal for children to not be able to tell the age of adults."

Song Fenglin: "But she knows you are Yangyang's mother and asked me where you went."

Chen Yun: "I take your son to slide downstairs every day. It would be strange if you didn't know who I am."

It seemed to be true. Song Fenglin was embarrassed: "I'm too sensitive."

He said again: "But I really look much older than you."

Chen Yun said sweetly: "It's mainly because you are carrying the burden for me."

After the age of 30, there is no financial pressure, and her parents take care of the housework and childcare, so she can still maintain the greatest degree of self.

There is no such thing as a replacement or not, Song Fenglin: "Even if I hadn't married you, I would have had to go to work."

Chen Yun teased him deliberately: "If I were with someone else, would I not have to do that?"

Song Fenglin was indeed anxious: "It must be with you."

Chen Yun: "That's not necessarily true."

Fate is so unpredictable that a butterfly flapping its wings gently can cause a hurricane, or the details that everyone ignored back then may have led to today.

Song Fenglin swore: "It must be."

He then said: "I have a hunch that if I hadn't met you, I would still be alone now."

Could this be possible? Chen Yun couldn't imagine it.

She feels that love is like fireworks, which are beautiful when they bloom but filled with smoke afterwards. If one does not happen to capture the most beautiful moment to reminisce, the rest of her life will probably be left with only debris.

It’s not her fault that she is pessimistic, but even fairy tales don’t dare to write about what kind of “happy life” the prince and princess lead after they get married.

Could her life be more deviant than the fiction she made it out to be? Chen Yun thought it was impossible.

But time is indeed a good knife, and even a drop of water can wear away a stone.

She now seemed to be slowly beginning to believe that there were things that lasted forever, and she took a step back in fear.

Song Fenglin asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun pinched her palm hard, with a little resistance: "Don't ask about women's thoughts."

Song Fenglin was good-tempered: "You have to ask your wife."

You said he is not good at sweet talk to coax people, but he can always pinch people's coccyx.

Chen Yun was inexplicably listless: "Guessing it right is a real skill."

Song Fenglin didn't have this skill, because human hearts are always the most difficult to guess.

He admitted his own shortcomings: "I'm too stupid."

Chen Yun didn't want him to get to the bottom of it, so she changed the subject: "Well, can you idiot go across the street and buy an egg waffle?"

Song Fenglin: "Okay."

As soon as he left, Chen Yun gulped down a large glass of water.

She gripped the glass in her hand so hard that she seemed to be crushing it.

The remaining water shadow swayed, as if it could clearly illuminate people's hearts.

Chen Yun only felt vaguely tempted by the aroma of the egg waffles.

Song Fenglin came and went like the wind, probably wanting to be praised, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yun tore off a piece of food and stuffed it into his mouth, which was carefully calculating his calorie intake, and waved her hand: "Go home and take care of the children."

Although there are elderly people to help, it is also important to cultivate feelings.

Song Fenglin didn't act reluctant to leave, he was just thinking that the children would go to summer vacation classes in two days, so he would come to the coffee shop to work without punching in.

Absolutely perfect!