Loving a virtuous wife: The president of the milk dog stands aside

In fact, this time Song Qingyin was still right, it was still Shao Tingxun.

During the day, Song Qingyin almost bumped into him just now, Shao Tingxun shouldn't appear like this now.

But Shao Tingxun had already booked a plane ticket for tonight, thinking that he would not have many chances to see Song Qingyin again, so he couldn't help but take one last look before leaving.

After returning to the hospital, Song Qingyin caught a cold because of the day's running around, and the situation became much more serious.

She lay in the hospital in a daze for several days.

Fortunately, she slept with her eyes closed most of the time, and she didn't have much pain of memories.

By the time she came out of the hospital, it was already J University's written exam.

Probably because of her depressed mood, she recovered slowly, and her body has not fully recovered until now.

After she successfully passed the written test of J University, she didn't want to go back to the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, and the written test was over, Song Qingyin didn't need to hold the book to read anymore, but she found a job because she didn't want to be idle.

It is not a simple cashier job in a convenience store, but a job moving stones at a construction site.

Because it was a piecework job, Song Qingyin was not required to do much, and Song Qingyin was allowed to do what she wanted.

The reason why Song Qingyin chose this job was because she felt that after physical labor, she would be more tired and fall asleep more easily, which just cured her insomnia.

In a few days, her skin changed from fair to healthy wheat color.

At the beginning, the old god stick objected to her doing such heavy work, but she said it was for exercise, so she let her go.

Because I was busy every day, the episode of that figure that day quickly blew away like a gust of wind.

Except occasionally in the dead of night, Song Qingyin would look at the phone call she hadn't made that day, and then completely suppress it in her heart.

J University's written test results will come out soon.

Because she felt that she must be unable to pass, she didn't even dare to check it, so she just dragged it there, but the old magic stick showed her.

To her surprise, she just passed the score line, which was beyond her expectation.

She prides herself that she is not very talented, and she hasn't spent enough time working hard, so why...

Even she didn't quite believe it herself.

Later, she got the standard answers of the test questions right, and she was still a dozen points short before reaching the mark line.

This made her feel that someone had pushed her from behind, but it might also be that the god of luck had descended on her.

After passing the written test, the old god stick seemed to be much happier than her.

"When we go back, I must tell Lao Ji and the others that my girl has passed the written test of J University." The voice of the old magic stick was full of pride.

But after speaking for a while, the smile on his face darkened again, because he suddenly realized that he might never return to China for the rest of his life.

Skipping through the sad emotions, the old god stick called the neighbors to the house to have a meal together.

Lao Shengun and Song Qingyin specially cooked Chinese food, and the neighbors in the neighborhood were full of praise after eating it.They suggested that the two could consider opening a Chinese restaurant, and the business would definitely be booming.

Song Qingyin thought it was a good idea, so she secretly remembered it.

Although she was lucky enough to pass the written test of J University, she has no confidence in the interview at all, after all, she doesn't have a strong back.

She thought that if she couldn't get into J University, she would open a Chinese restaurant with the old god stick.

After eating, the old god stick took a few more bottles of rice wine brought over from China to share with everyone.

But after a few drinks, everyone present will be drunk.

It's easier to talk when you're drunk.

One of the neighbors said, "What is the relationship between you and that tall, charming Asian man, Ms. Song?"

When Song Qingyin was asked this question, she was stunned, "Asian man?"

The neighbor nodded, "Very handsome, in a suit and leather shoes, very impressive, but the only fly in the ointment is that he is on crutches."

From the previous description, even if Song Qingyin thought it might be Shao Tingxun, she was not sure.

But talking about leaning on crutches, Song Qingyin was [-]% sure that Shao Tingxun had a leg injury.

She always thought that Shao Tingxun's leg injury would be the same as before when he recovered, but unexpectedly, he was still on crutches.

Her heart sank, and she blamed herself immensely.

If it wasn't for her, how could such a perfect person like Shao Tingxun need to use a cane? Shao Tingxun is such a dazzling person, it is really not suitable for him to use a cane.

……

Song Qingyin was a little distracted, but she came back to her senses amidst the neighbor's voice.

"The last time I saw that man standing not far from your door, staring at your window in a daze, I went up and said hello."

"That man is not only charming, handsome, but also rich. At that time, he gave me a hundred dollars to pretend that I had never seen him."

The neighbor said, with a deeper smile on his face.

"But who would have known that the man later gave me thousands of dollars in his wallet, and told me to take care of Ms. Song more often, and lend a hand if Ms. Song needs help."

"My God, how can there be such a man in this world, he is so gentle."

……

The neighbor was drunk and kept talking sentence by sentence.

The glass that Song Qingyin was holding suddenly let go and fell straight to the ground, the glass shattered into pieces.

It turned out that Shao Tingxun had been here, but she never knew it.

It must not be her mistake that day, but Shao Tingxun avoided her.

Like her, Shao Tingxun was thinking about each other.

but……

"Miss Song, you haven't answered my question yet, why are your eyes red?"

"Ms. Song, could it be that he is Xiao Ting's father?"

Song Qingyin sniffed, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, "No, I don't know that man."

"No, it's impossible, that man Miss Song must know you..."

"I remember it was your birthday that day. I just met him when I came back from giving you a birthday present."

birthday, her birthday...

……

When the conversation got to this point, Song Qingyin was no longer in the mood to continue the conversation, she just wanted to find a place to be quiet and calm down her fluctuating mood.

After she politely sent the guests away, she went back to the room.

The old god stick was worried that she would be too sad, so he deliberately threw Xiao Ting to her to distract her.

Seeing her red eyes, Xiao Ting went up to wipe her eyes.

At this stage, Xiao Ting has grown rapidly.

Now Xiao Ting can not only walk steadily, but also can eat and dress by himself, has learned a lot of vocabulary, and even learned a lot of words from country Y.

At this moment, Xiao Ting carefully touched her eyes with a tissue.

"Mom doesn't cry."

"Crying, ugly to death."

"Mom, tell me who bullied you, and I will vent your anger on you."

……

Song Qingyin was very sad at first, but because of Xiao Ting's presence, her mood eased a lot.

After another two or three days, she ushered in an interview with J University.

Although her confidence in being admitted was only one in ten million, Song Qingyin still made special preparations.

The on-site interview for her was a young man who looked about 30 years old, and a couple of senior professors who were older, estimated to be in their 70s and [-]s.

When the young man saw her, his eyes lit up, and he immediately praised her for her beauty.

Song Qingyin smiled softly and expressed her gratitude.

Soon two senior professor couples also started asking her questions.

She prepared a lot of professional knowledge content before coming, but she didn't cover a single question in the interview.

"How does Miss Song feel when she comes to Country Y?"

Song Qingyin thought for a while, "Painful and happy, I gained a brand new life, but lost a man I loved the most and loved me the most."

"You mean..."

"My ex-husband."

"Can you talk about why you divorced?"

"Because I love him and want him to be better."

"Okay, let's talk about why you want to go to J University?"

Song Qingyin still answered truthfully, "A small part is because I like J University, and most of it is because I want to forget my ex-husband. Only being busy can make me not think about him. Later, through further understanding of J University, I like J University even more. So I am more sure that I want to enter J University.”

"You are honest. It seems that your ex-husband has a particularly great influence on you."

……

After Song Qingyin came out of the interview, she thought about her answer just now, and felt that the interview was useless.

It's because she's too casual.

A formal interview turned into a heart-to-heart conversation for her.

It's like having a conversation with a therapist.

Although the interview failed, she came out of the interview site feeling more comfortable than ever.

Most of the emotions she suppressed in her heart seemed to be relieved.

Today she came from her residence by bicycle, so she still rode a bicycle when she went back.

A gorgeous, low-end sports car stopped beside her on the road.

She paused, and then the young interviewer she met in the interview field got out of the car.

"Hello, do you remember me?"

The person interviewing must be a famous professor of J University, and the famous professors of J University are almost all elderly people who have made outstanding contributions to a certain understanding.

So the young man in front of her left a deep impression on her.

She nodded.

The man smiled softly and with satisfaction.

"You are the one who impressed me the most after interviewing so many people. Because of you, I especially want to meet your ex-husband."

Song Qingyin still smiled faintly, not knowing what to say.

Then the man said, "If possible, can I invite you to have a meal together?"

The man's confession and the look in his eyes made Song Qingyin understand what the man meant.

But she didn't have any thoughts about men other than Shao Tingxun.

She glanced at the bicycle next to her.

"Sorry, I'm afraid it's too much trouble."

She also has a bicycle, hoping that the other party can give up because of this.

But she didn't expect the man to raise his eyebrows at her, "Don't worry about that."

Then the man made a phone call and called someone to ride her bicycle home.

Seeing this, Song Qingyin was stunned for a while.

Then she agreed, but made a special condition.

"My son is still at home, and he is unattended at this time, so even if she eats, she must bring the child with her."

Song Qingyin wanted to tell the other party that she was not only divorced, but also had a child, and asked the other party to give up thinking about her.

And when she said that, the other party didn't mind, and even took her back to the residence and picked up Xiao Ting.