The afterglow of the evening is like a golden gauze, gently falling on the painted window lattice. The rays of sunlight penetrate through the window and quietly penetrate into the room, bringing tranquility to the room. In this peaceful atmosphere, Yu Yan slightly opened her hazy sleepy eyes, like an elf awakening from a dream.
Her eyes wandered around the room and finally settled on the desk. Shijun was concentrating on the work at hand, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about some important issue. He flipped through the documents in his hand page by page, and every detail could not escape his sharp gaze.
Shijun quietly raised his head, his eyes met Yuyan's eyes in an instant, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips. He stood up gracefully and walked towards Yuyan with light steps. Then, He sat down on the sofa next to her, gently caressed her face, and said in a soft and caring voice: "Are you awake?"
Yu Yan sat up slightly, snuggling up to the world naturally. In Jun's warm embrace, she whispered softly: "I've been sleeping for so long, why didn't you wake me up?" There was a hint of coquettishness and attachment in her voice, as if a lazy kitten was coquettishly showing off to its owner. .
Shijun quietly tightened his embrace of Yu Yan, and whispered softly: "Your dream is so sweet, how can I bear to break it? At this moment of gestation of life, isn't it the need to be more beautiful? A lot of peace and rest?" His voice was like a gentle spring breeze, gently blowing over Yu Yan's ears.
Yu Yan gently broke away from Shijun's arms. Her lips bulged slightly, as if she was accumulating a trace of resentment towards Shijun, and she said softly: "Even so, you shouldn't let me go." Sleeping." Her voice was like a string of silver bells, clear and sweet.
"That's all, it's all my fault." Shijun embraced Yu Yan affectionately into his arms, his lips were close to Yu Yan's ears, his voice was soft and sincere: "Dear Madam, Please forgive me for my mistake.”
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"How annoying!" Yu Yan was slightly angry. She gently raised her slender fist and tentatively knocked it against Shijun's chest. Her fist danced like a light butterfly.
Shijun smiled, and there seemed to be thousands of stars hidden in his gentle eyes. He gently held her slender fist, wrapped it tightly in his big hand, and then he gently He gently held her whole body in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own world. He gently stroked her hair with his chin, and his voice was low and soft: "Yuyan, it's getting late, it's time for us to return to our warm home together." His voice seemed like a melodious serenade. , gently brushing Yu Yan's heartstrings.
Night falls quietly, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsides, and the figure of Wen Qing hides in the dark corner of the underground garage. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the gentle figure in front of her, that was Shijun whom she longed for. He is now carefully supporting a pregnant woman, his actions are full of thoughtfulness and care..
Under the dim light, the figure of the pregnant woman looked particularly familiar. Wen Qing's heart trembled suddenly. She clearly remembered the scene of her chance encounter with the elegant and distinguished lady in the baby shop that day. Every smile and every movement of that lady was deeply imprinted in her mind. And now, the figure of the pregnant woman and the image of the lady overlap in Wen Qing's mind. Is she the gentle and virtuous wife in Shijun's heart?
Wen Qing's mood began to become complicated. She stared silently in front of her, but her heart was as if it was overwhelming and she could not calm down. Deep jealousy surged quietly in her heart like an undercurrent, as if it wanted to devour her.
Wenqing's eyes were locked on Shijun, who helped her sit firmly in the passenger seat. Then, he easily sat back in the driving position and started the engine. The car immediately sped like a wild beast that had broken free of its restraints. And left, disappearing at the end of the field of vision, leaving only a trail of smoke.