After Song Qingyou coaxed Song Nianchen to sleep, he went to the study and picked up a random book before returning to the bedroom.
Song Qingyou leaned on the bedside, absentmindedly flipping through the book in her hand.
Half an hour later, she was still staring at the page she opened at the beginning.
Started to stay.
It has been almost a week since Lu Jingchen returned to the capital.
Although the two of them talk on the phone from time to time.
But she always felt as if he had been gone for a long time.
Looking at the empty seat next to her, Song Qingyou couldn't help but reach out and touch the pillow beside her, hold it in her arms, put her face against it, and took a deep breath.
It was as if he could smell the faint cold fragrance on Lu Jingchen's body.
Song Qingyou kept doing this motionless.
After a long time, she accidentally took the mobile phone aside and opened the photos that Ye Taoyao had posted in the group a few days ago.
Then he stared at the two people in the photo for a long time, with some unknown thoughts flashing through his eyes.
"I will give you red roses, but don't give me a lifetime of tears in return."
The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted Song Qingyou's thoughts.
Looking at the name displayed on the screen, Song Qingyou curled his lips slightly.
"You're done."
A soft voice came.
Lu Jingchen stopped wiping her hair and replied in a low voice: "Well, I'm not asleep yet."
"I just put Chenchen to sleep.
Have you eaten?"
Lu Jingchen easily forgets to eat and sleep when working.
So every time she called, Song Qingyou would always ask this question.
"When we signed the contract in the evening, we had some at the dinner.
Are you and Chenchen okay?"
Hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Song Qingyou couldn't help but raise the corners of her eyes, and reminded her somewhat speechlessly: "Mr.
Lu, you already asked this question yesterday.
Can you change it to another one?"
I call her every day and ask this question.
If someone hears it, they might think it’s been a long time since they last contacted her.
"Change it?
Oh, are you okay?"
When Song Qingyou is happy, her voice always has a hint of lightness and playfulness, but she just answered the phone Although her voice was very soft, he still found that there were certain emotions deliberately hidden in her voice.
Song Qingyou was slightly taken aback by Lu Jingchen's sensitivity, and then replied in a low voice: "I'm fine."
Hearing this, Lu Jingchen, who was just guessing at first, now became more certain of his thoughts.
He felt a little irritated by Song Qingyou's deliberate concealment.
He raised his eyes coldly and looked out the window.
In the quiet night, except for the dim lights, the surroundings were quiet.
The sudden silence made Song Qingyou a little uncomfortable, and then he continued: "When will you come back."
"It may take a few days to finish arranging the work here."
Perhaps sensing the change in Lu Jingchen, Song Qingyou said in a low voice, "I miss you."
"Yeah."
Lu Jingchen's eyes lit up when he heard Song Qingyou's words.
The unhappiness and depression just now slowly dissipated.
He pretended not to hear what she said clearly and teased her in a low voice.
A sexy and deep voice came from the receiver.
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Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch her little face, which had become a little hot, and replied angrily: "Chenchen misses you."
Lu Jingchen, who was far away in the capital, looked up at the photo frame on the bedside, and seemed to be able to imagine what the woman in the photo looked like at that moment.
Well, he must be a little crazy and want to domestically abuse him.
"Why does it feel like there is one more word?"
The joking voice made Song Qingyou curl her lips, hit the pillow in her arms in frustration, and said dissatisfied: "Lu Jingchen" The soft voice was a little dissatisfied.
Knowing that the other party was about to start sulking, Lu Jingchen walked to the bedside and sat down, took the photo frame, looked at the woman in the photo, and whispered back: "I miss you too."
I will spend all my time just for you
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