Chapter 8: Considerate

Chen Yun said she was downstairs, but she had just got off the taxi.

She bought two big mangoes from the fruit shop at the east gate of the community, held them in her hands like dumbbells, and walked home swayingly.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Xingyue came to greet her excitedly: "Mom, mom, mom, I miss you so much!"

Just one day without seeing her, it seemed like three years.

Chen Yun kicked her shoes aside and said, "Mom misses you, too."

In fact, her words were a bit perfunctory, but to the child, she was sincere.

Chen Xingyue hugged her mother's thigh: "Do we want to eat mangoes?"

Chen Yun would not give children food at this time: "We will eat tomorrow morning. Now it's time to take a bath and go to bed. Go get your pajamas."

She put the mango on the dining table and went into the children's room to take a look. The sensor night light suddenly lit up, illuminating the two bulges on the bed.

Chen Yun pretended: "Strange, where did Yangyang go? I can't find him~"

Chen Xinyang pulled open the quilt: "I'm here!" with a smug

look on his face as if he had succeeded in his joke.

Chen Yun cooperated very well: "So it's here. Mom didn't even notice it just now."

Chen Xinyang was even happier and laughed like a quacking little duck.

Song Fenglin pushed his son down and said, "Okay, go to sleep."

Perhaps sensing his father's eagerness, Chen Xinyang was quite considerate today and fell asleep in just a few minutes.

Song Fenglin was a little bit unbelieving, and even breathed softly for fear of waking him up again.

He is cautious, while others are careless.

Chen Xingyue came in after taking a shower and turned on the light in the room first.

Song Fenglin's eyes lit up and he turned his head subconsciously: "Xingxing, my brother is asleep."

Chen Xingyue asserted: "Impossible."

In order to prove this, she tickled her brother's spot.

Chen Xinyang just turned over and babbled something.

Although Chen Xingyue didn't understand, she could tell that he was really asleep, so she lowered her voice and asked, "Did your brother faint?"

What was going on in his head? Song Fenglin said, "No, I really fell asleep."

He asked again, "Have you finished your math homework?"

Chen Xingyue said, "I have finished it. Mom said it's all correct!"

It was as if there was a volume switch on her body, and only a bubbling sound remained of the last word.

Song Fenglin would magnify his children's strengths countless times and thought that she was the most sensible child in the world. He said, "What kind of stickers do you want?"

Chen Xingyue raised her hands palms up above her eyes and said, "I want a mobile phone."

Where did she learn this? Song Fenglin tapped her forehead and said, "Don't act weird."

He typed the word "stickers" on Taobao and handed over the phone.

Chen Xingyue giggled and struggled to hold the machine which was bigger than her hand.

She was overwhelmed by the choices and liked all of them. She asked tentatively, "Dad, can I buy two?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yun poked her head out and said, "Just one, pick one quickly and go to bed."

As early as when she was taking a bath, Chen Xingyue explained everything that had happened that day to him.

She didn't dare to act too demanding in front of her mother and hesitated for two seconds: "Then you can put Dino and Luffy in the car first, and I will decide tomorrow."

At such a young age, she already knows the principle of not making impulse purchases at night. She really has a bright future.

Song Fenglin added the two models she liked to the shopping cart: "Okay, go to sleep, good night, baby."

Chen Xingyue is completely different from his brother.

She hugged her favorite Psyduck, closed her eyes and her breathing became heavy.

It was so fast that Chen Yun didn't react, or maybe she was just going with the flow. After all, telling bedtime stories had become a homework for her, and being able to escape occasionally was like finding money.

Thinking of this, she dared not even breathe and raised her fingers to make a hushing gesture.

Song Fenglin slowly got up, covered the children with quilts, closed the door and left the room: "I thought you would be back late."

Chen Yun waved the book in his hand: "I was going to read this book to Xingxing." It

was almost the same as Song Fenglin's guess. He even sighed inexplicably: "I'm going to take a shower."

Chen Yun said with a smile: "You're just taking care of the children for one night, and you're so tired that you're sighing?"

Song Fenglin: "No."

He wanted to analyze his mental journey, but he was too clumsy to explain, so he could only say: "I'm just simply tired."

You can tell from his appearance that he must be very tired.

Chen Yun: "Then take a shower and go to bed."

Song Fenglin hummed, and then he remembered something when he lay on the bed.

He opened the bedside table and poured out everything inside, but he didn't find what he wanted.

After hanging up the clothes, Chen Yun went into the room and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Song Fenglin: "Where are the condoms?"

Chen Yun was stunned: "Yangyang thought it was a toy and took it all apart."

What a good son he is, Song Fenglin: "I'll go buy it."

Chen Yun showed a subtle expression: "Unfortunately, I have to inform you that I'm on my period." Something

seemed wrong with this day. Song Fenglin opened WeChat and searched the chat history, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Yun: "Nothing."

She opened the closet to get her pajamas, took a shower and came out to see him sitting on the bed playing with his phone: "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Song Fenglin raised his head: "You haven't had your period in the past few months?"

What's coming? Chen Yun had forgotten the topic just now, and she reacted with an "ah": "Of course, what's the matter?"

Song Fenglin lowered his head: "Nothing, I just didn't find it in the chat history, so I asked."

Chen Yun was applying skin care products: "Didn't I tell you?"

Song Fenglin: "I didn't ask."

Chen Yun patted her face lightly: "It's not a big deal."

She turned her head to the side as if to coax someone: "Let's talk about it next time."

She didn't know when the next time would be, and Song Fenglin could hardly remember the last time.

His heart skipped a beat and he lay down weakly: "I'm sleepy, good night."

Chen Yun considerately turned off the lights: "Good night."

She crawled into the bed in the dark, smelling of shower gel.

Song Fenglin was still holding her hand. Even though the warmth was so clear, there was still a sense of emptiness.

He stared at the darkness in silence and didn't even have a sweet dream that night.

When Chen Yun woke up, she saw that he had a frown on his face and wondered what kind of work pressure he must be under.

She slowly pulled her hands and feet out, but the first movement woke the person up.

Song Fenglin was a light sleeper, with his eyes slightly open: "The alarm hasn't rung yet."

His mouth seemed to have opened, and the alarm rang the next second.

This tickled Chen Yun's funny bone, and she raised the corners of her mouth high: "I didn't go back to sleep."

When she woke up, she was greeted by such a smiling face.

Song Fenglin felt that his weird sensitivity was totally unnecessary and said, "I'll take a New Year's holiday after this busy period. Where do you want to go?"

Going out is tiring enough. Chen Yun: "You'd better have a good rest at home."

Song Fenglin: "I haven't been out for a long time either."

It didn't mean for a long time, he just didn't go to many places.

Chen Yun: "Then pick one you want to go."

Song Fenglin really couldn't think of one for a while, and was still thinking about it when he got to the company.

He was so engrossed in his studies in the office that he vaguely heard a quarrel outside. His hands were quicker than his brain and he opened the door to take a look.

In fact, he regretted it the moment the door opened, but it was too late, so he had to bite the bullet and greet them: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. He."

Zhang Peng completely forgot his position yesterday and said, "Fenglin, please judge for yourself."

If it was a moral issue, there was still a position to be taken, but today they were arguing about things related to the company, so how could Song Fenglin make any judgement?

He was confused by what the couple said and tried to reconcile them: "It's almost nine o'clock."

Our company has a flexible working system, and people start coming to work one after another at nine o'clock.

Zhang Peng didn't want to make it known to everyone, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You won't be satisfied until you ruin the financing, right?"

Stop accusing me, Mr. He: "I have a share in the company, I can't live with you, not even for the money."

This made a lot of sense, and Song Fenglin nodded slightly.

He thought that women who no longer talk about love are indeed very rational, and the uneasiness in his heart surfaced again.

He couldn't explain the reason, and he didn't want to explore where this emotion came from. He just wanted to leave this place.

Zhang Peng didn't stop him, but just muttered: "I'm the one who wants a divorce, why is he so upset?"

Song Fenglin was indeed a little confused.

He sat at his workstation in a trance, his thoughts slowly returning to his senses, his hands as if hanging by strings, tapping on the keyboard one by one.

Once he was busy, he had no time to think about anything else.