Chapter 41 Forty-one I felt

very strange. When this thought popped up, Song Fenglin's heart dropped to the ground.

He thought he would be sad and upset, but he didn't expect that it was just like that. Even his expression was relaxed and he showed a smile: "You can take a shower now."

Chen Yun breathed a sigh of relief and led him to the bathroom door very considerately: "Go ahead."

She also helped him with pajamas and squeezed toothpaste: "Be careful, don't fall."

Song Fenglin nodded and closed the bathroom door.

He looked at the person in the mirror, examining him from top to bottom with a critical eye, and found that there was not much to recommend him from his figure to his appearance. It was as if he had found a motivation to support himself: "I don't like anything I see."

As someone who watched the entire "Empresses in the Palace" with his wife, he felt that there was a word that was very suitable to describe the current situation, which was "beauty fades and love fades."

Of course, he didn't know how many colors there were, nor did he dare to think deeply about how much love there was.

It is always easiest to deceive yourself. Life is just like living in a muddle and passing one day after another.

If you pull out a radish, you will bring out the mud. Why bother to add trouble? Song Fenglin has only been living in peace for a few days and doesn't want to be the one who bursts the bubble.

He told himself in his heart: Let it be.

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The faucet was turned on, and sounds of movement gradually began to be heard in the bathroom.

Chen Yun's worry about him falling eased a little, and she was busy folding clothes.

After she folded them, she realized that they were the ones she had taken off. She stood there in a daze, and began to recall her expression just now.

Did she betray any reluctance? Have you hesitated too long? There are...

numerous disturbing thoughts in my mind, and one of them pops up in the midst of my busy schedule: Will Song Fenglin find out?

A thief will always feel guilty, whether he has that or not, Chen Yun’s arrogance has already weakened.

Over the years, she had been repeatedly whipped by this hurtful guilt, her hands pinching each other unconsciously, looking so pitiful, like someone who had been let down.

Song Fenglin came out of a cold shower, and the dew on his body was cold.

He was wiping his hair in a daze: "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Chen Yun came to her senses, took two steps forward, shook the quilt, and got in in one go, half closing her eyes: "It's time to sleep."

Her slippers floated away with the force, and were gently kicked back to the edge of the bed by Song Fenglin, and then she slipped under the bed.

He squatted down and scratched his head twice, revealing that the back of his head was flat and smooth, with only two hairs sticking out unruly.

Chen Yun talked to him: "Do you have anything to do tomorrow?"

Song Fenglin is now an unemployed vagrant. Recently, apart from picking up and dropping off the children, he helps his wife in the store every day.

He now suddenly felt that work was a good thing. At least he didn't have to bother thinking of excuses. He could just say honestly, "I'm not busy."

Chen Yun: "Then let's go out to eat at noon tomorrow. Mom is not here and there is no one to cook."

Song Fenglin straightened his slippers and stood up: "Okay."

He didn't ask what to eat, but yawned sleepily.

Chen Yun patted his pillow: "Go to sleep, I feel like you can hardly open your eyes."

I'm very tired.

At this point in his life, Song Fenglin is the most tired.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to dream. When he woke up, he could not remember anything and just stared blankly at the ceiling.

It was almost twelve o'clock when Chen Yun entered the room for the fourth time this morning and met his gaze: "Are you awake?"

Song Fenglin reacted greatly and sat up suddenly: "It's very late?"

Chen Yun held the door handle and leaned half of her body forward to gain leverage: "It's okay, I thought you would sleep until the afternoon."

After saying this, the brother and sister's little bodies emerged from behind their mother.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang jumped onto the bed and almost stepped on their father, breaking his bones.

Song Fenglin dodged nimbly, rubbing his messy hair and admonishing: "Be careful, don't fall."

Chen Yun suspected that he would hand the knife to the child if he wanted to kill someone, and said with a stern face: "Come down, now."

Chen Xingyue jumped up and stood next to her father: "Dad, you finally got up, Mom said she would wait for you to eat Haidilao!"

She was looking forward to it, and she secretly went into the room to check on her mother several times in the morning when her mother was not paying attention.

The three words "Haidilao" ignited Chen Xinyang's vitality.

When he opened his mouth, it was like a small motor: "I'm almost starving. Are you hungry, Dad..."

Song Fenglin was not thirsty or hungry, but his head was buzzing.

He was pestered by his children all the time, and the aftereffects of a hangover came up. He was so confused that he would break if he was poked a few more times.

Chen Yun subconsciously touched his forehead: "Why don't you sleep a little longer."

Song Fenglin shook his head slowly: "It's okay, I just need to wash my face."

His pair of handsome eyes were out of focus, as if covered with a layer of fog. He was tall and strong, but there was a kind of pitiful look in him that was not out of place.

Chen Yun was even more gentle: "Okay, take your time."

Then she changed her tone: "You two are about to break daddy's arm. Stop making noise and go to the living room and wait."

The brother and sister ran away with their tails between their legs, not forgetting to urge: "Dad, hurry up."

Chen Yun regretted that she shouldn't have told them so hastily yesterday that they were going out to eat today. She was like a devil's voice piercing her ears all morning.

She said, "If you don't feel well, I'll make you some porridge and take the kids out to eat."

Song Fenglin: "No, I'll be there soon."

He washed and dressed simply, and it took him less than ten minutes to stand at the entrance to put on his shoes. He bent down and remembered something: "What should we do with the store today?"

Chen Yun: "It's okay, just close it for a day. Xiaoxiao hasn't had a holiday this month."

Although the coffee shop is not a big business, she has always had the spirit of the service industry and believes that one should do one's job well. There were several times when typhoons hit, and she even ran the store by herself.

Thinking about it this way, isn't it far-fetched to assume that I have some weight in her heart?

Where does this train of thought come from? It is unbelievable that I could go to college with this kind of problem-solving method.

Song Fenglin wanted to laugh a little, and the corners of his mouth formed a complicated arc, and even his expression became indescribable.

Chen Yun paid close attention to all his changes today, and caught these invisible emotions at the first time, and asked: "Are you still feeling dizzy?"

Song Fenglin's alcohol tolerance is not very good, but he didn't drink much yesterday. He said: "No, I just have a little low blood sugar."

The question and answer were really normal.

However, whether it was out of guilty conscience or a woman's intuition, Chen Yun always felt a little uneasy. But perhaps because she had been having such speculations for the past few years, she was not sure whether it was true.

Even in my heart, I dared only to put this question aside lightly, as if thinking about it for one more second would destroy the perfect world that I had built over the past ten years.

Even the one in a million possibility is enough to make one turn pale.

Chen Yun had already slept uneasily last night, and when she woke up in the morning, she was disturbed by the noise of the two children.

She was just trying to keep a healthy complexion, but she couldn't stand the slightest bit of rain or wind. She lowered her eyebrows and eyes involuntarily, and the strands of hair on her forehead swayed slightly.

In just such a brief moment, the couple each played out several dramas in their hearts.

But the children knew nothing and just kept shouting: "Mom, Dad! The elevator is coming!"

There is a saying that is true: the next generation is the glue of the family.

The vague fog dissipated, Song Fenglin held the phone in one hand and stretched out his free hand: "Let's go."

Chen Yun took his hand and found the peace of being loved.

At this moment she discovered that he was more important than she had expected in the stable world she had built.