who has just given birth, I have to come here to clarify for my husband, and I don't know what my father would do to the rumor-mongers. One should always be clear about the pros and cons in life.”Zhou...Isn't life just made up of little things

What crushes someone's feelings isn't necessarily a landslide, perhaps it's just the accumulation of feathers over time.

When Shen Yian came back to his senses, Song Lin had already washed the dishes and walked out.

"Are you planning on going out dressed like that" he asked, wiping his hands.

Shen Yian lowered his head to look at his work uniform, and quickly got up.

"Just a moment, I'll go change my clothes."

She ran back to her room and pulled out a saffron-colored long dress from the closet,

This dress was given to her by her mother, and she has always cherished it, rarely taking it out to wear. Today, she doesn't know what's the matter.

When it comes to changing clothes, the first thing that comes to mind is this dress.

When Mom gave her the dress, she said that because her skin was fair, it would look really good on her.

In fact, it is true. She gets a lot of attention wearing this outfit.

But how did she suddenly think of this

Because... Song Lin

Soon, Shen Yian shook his head, denying the impossible thought. It must have been because his mother was having surgery tomorrow that he had thought of the dress she had given him.

Having changed into her skirt, she took apart her originally low ponytail and tied it up in a bun. It's been hot lately, so this is a bit more refreshing.

Walking out of the room, Shen Yian shook her skirt.

"Mr. Song, I'm fine."

Hearing this, Song Lin on the sofa casually raised his eyes, his gaze fixed momentarily.

This was the first time he saw Shen Yian in clothes other than his work uniform. They weren't particularly fancy, actually quite common styles that you'd see on any girl walking down the street.

Round neck, long skirt.

But she looked dazzling in it somehow.

The skin, already fair, appears even whiter against the saffron backdrop. The round neckline accentuates the delicate collarbone, and the length that reaches the calf reveals the most slender part of the leg.

A simple bob hairstyle with a few strands of hair falling down, playful and cute.

How old is she, exactly

When she wore her work clothes, people believed she was thirty. But after changing into different clothes, she looked like a college freshman.

Shen Yian noticed Song Lin's gaze and cautiously asked, "What's wrong Is it not good Then I'll change back. I don't have many pajamas..."

Song Lin stopped and said, "Let's just leave it like this. Changing back and forth is too much trouble."

Get rid of those frumpy, outdated work clothes she has ASAP.

Out of consideration for Shen Yian's pride, he didn't say anything. He was surprised to realize that he was even paying attention to what other people wore. When did he become so nosy

Song Lin frowned and turned to walk toward the entrance hall.

Shen Yi'an took out his sneakers from the cabinet. Just as he was about to put them on, Song Lin's eyebrows were almost knitted together.

Don't you have other shoes

She was wearing a yellow dress and black sneakers. Even he, a man, couldn't stand that outfit.

"Sneakers are convenient." Shen Yian obviously didn't get his point.

"Um."

Song Lin pursed his lips, somewhat regretting that he had talked too much.

What does it have to do with him

"Shen Yian didn't care: "Let's go."

Thus, the two of them arrived at a large supermarket very close to their apartment.

This was Shen Yian's first time at this supermarket. There were even free samples as soon as you walked in, and the staff were very generous with them. They chopped up a large piece of German sausage right there when asked.

Unlike the supermarkets she used to go to, where samples were just thinly sliced and you couldn't even taste them before they were gone, and the staff would insist you buy them, as if not buying was taking advantage.

But here it won't, there is no hard selling, and people around are queuing up very orderly.

Shen Yian looked at the sizzling sausages and felt a little hungry. But Song Lin was still standing beside her, and she hesitated to go over, afraid he might think she was taking advantage of him.

But it really looked so delicious, she couldn't help but lick her lips and look at the man beside her.

Mr. Song, would you like to eat

"......"

Song Lin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his face full of anticipation, he was just short of writing "I want to eat" on his forehead.

Where is there any of that executive sharpness anymores then smashed by his father along with some harsh words. Song Lin didn't dislike the taste of noodles; he disliked what the noodles represented. Anyway, he hasn't eaten noodles since then.”Aunt Mo, a...