That afternoon, the air pressure in the office was unprecedentedly low, Ruan Qingqing sat there muffled, while Tse Zhenting just kept reviewing the documents, his brows tightened. They still maintained this state until the end of get off work hours.
As the setting sun sets, when the bloody setting sun dyes the entire sky red, he kneads his eyebrows, Tse Zhenting closed the last folder, and glanced at the concentrated little woman who didn’t know what she was doing, frowning. Wrinkled again.
"Go, we are going home."
When he got up, he said blankly, turning his neck slightly, only to realize that he didn't know when he felt his neck was stiff.
Looking at him, Ruan Qingqing didn't say anything, stuffed his own things into the bag, and then followed him out.
On the way back, they were still speechless with each other, holding the bags tightly in their arms, she quietly looked out the window, the expression on her face was neither sad nor happy.
"Still angry?"
Glancing at her sideways, Xie Zhenting asked casually, with an upward arc at the corner of his mouth. This woman's temperament was not so big.
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Without looking back, Ruan Qingqing said lukewarmly, she didn't want to say a word to him now.
"It's ok"
As he spoke, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car galloped away like an arrow from the string.
From afar, she saw a water-blue figure standing at the door of the villa. Seeing the car approaching, she waved her hand vigorously, with a cheerful expression on her face.
Mo Yan
Ruan Qingqing didn't say anything, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but her teeth bit her lower lip lightly.
As soon as the car stopped, Mo Yan rushed over. When he saw Ruan Qingqing sitting in the seat of the co-pilot, the smile on his face froze like that.
"Miss Mo, something?"
Opening the car door, Ruan Qingqing said faintly, with the usual light smile on his face.
"why you?"
Mo Yan asked coldly, the jealousy in his eyes at a glance.
"Hehe, why can't it be me?"
Ruan Qingqing didn't answer the question. During the time she was talking, Xie Zhenting also got out of the car. Upon seeing this, he gave a cold snort, and Mo Yan ran towards him.
"My dear, you are back, are you tired?"
The little bird nestled beside Xie Zhenting like a human, and Mo Yan said softly and infinitely, the old Gao with red lips, his eyes full of grievances.
"How did you come?"
Standing there, Zhen Ting Xie's body was stretched straight, and his already depressed mood was now even more depressed.
"People come here when they miss you. Besides, the baby wants to see Daddy too, right?"
Pulling his hand over and placing it on his lower abdomen, Mo Yan said with a face of tenderness, and the light from the corner of his eye glanced at Ruan Qingqing, his eyes clearly disdainful.
Such a woman wants to fight with herself, she is a bit too tender.
"Naughty, go back now."
The eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was obvious displeasure in Xie Zhenting's eyes, and then he pulled her hand away and strode into the villa.
"Honey, wait for me, people still have nothing to say."
Not angry or annoyed, seeing him walk away, Mo Yan also trot to follow, and the seven-centimeter high heels stepped on the ground with the sound of "chuckchchchch...", and he was not afraid of squeezing his ankle.
Behind them, Ruan Qingqing suddenly laughed, touched his nose, and then followed in.
In the living room, Chen Ting Tse is sitting on the sofa with his brows furrowed. A discerning person knows that he is in a bad mood. At this time, if he is smart, he should hide as far as he can, but Mo Yan seems to have not seen it. It happened to stick to him like a brown candy.
"My dear, touch and see, the child is moving, and he wants to come out early for Daddy to hug him."
Snuggling on his shoulders, Mo Yan said with a face full of intoxication, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, like a happiest little woman, but the black face of someone next to him broke the sweet picture.
"Puff..."
Subconsciously, Ruan Qingqing covered her mouth tightly with her hands. If she didn't cover it in time, then she would specify what kind of basket would come out.
My God, will children move less than three months old? Amazing.
But she didn't say this very cleverly.
"My dear, touch it, it's really moving."
Mo Yan still reluctantly said, the whole person clinging to Xie Zhenting's body like an octopus.
Watching this scene, I didn't want to disturb the two-person world of others, so Ruan Qingqing consciously walked upstairs, and his steps were very light.
At this moment, even she had to admire her own concentration, Xiaosan hit the door, her original partner looked like a thief, haha, but she was also happy, as long as Tse Zhenting didn’t come to her troubles, whatever happened. OK, it has nothing to do with her.
"You stop me"
Just as she walked up the first step with a cat on her waist, Zhen Ting Xie's voice came from behind, and she hit her whole body with a kind of coolness into the bones.
"Something wrong?"
Turning around, she looked at him with a calm face, his wife did what she did, he should be laughing, why did he have a black face, as if someone owed him money, even though she said she Indeed, he owed him money.
"I'm tired, help me send Miss Mo out."
After speaking, without even looking at Mo Yan, Xie Zhenting stood up, but before he could take his feet, Mo Yan once again held his waist tightly.
"My dear, I forgot to tell you one thing. Starting today, I will live here."
Her voice was very soft and quiet, but there was still a persistent stubbornness between the lines.
"what did you say?"
With his brows furrowed, Xie Zhenting stared at her coldly, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly. From Ruan Qingqing's observation experience, he knew that this was a sign before he was going to get angry.
"Of course, babies need to live with Daddy to grow up healthily. You don't want our babies to have unsound personality before they are born."
With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Mo Yan kept shaking his arm, like a little woman with pursed red lips.
Hearing her words, Ruan Qingqing once again had an urge to find a piece of tofu to kill him.
No culture is not terrible, the terrible thing is neither culture nor common sense.
Her prayer was not over yet, the next moment, a more condensed voice came over.