Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

Lin Xuan's arrival did not surprise Zhao Yu at all. He was already accustomed to handling various emergencies for Lin Xuan.

This time, Lin Xuan not only asked him to deliver dinner, but also made some additional requests. Although Zhao Yu felt confused, he also felt it was reasonable.

After all, Mr. Lin's thoughts are always unpredictable.

However, when Zhao Yu stood outside the villa with an umbrella and was about to hand dinner to Lin Xuan, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and almost lost his composure.

Lin Xuan was shirtless, wearing only a coat. The rain slid down his solid chest, making him look completely different from the calm and self-possessed Mr. Lin he usually was.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mood, and put on a professional smile on his face: "Boss Lin, dinner is ready."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, and the iron gate slowly closed behind him. He took the food bag from Zhao Yu's hand and glanced at the car parked not far away: "Did you take the spare clothes in the car?"

Zhao Yu secretly felt fortunate that he had already developed the habit of preparing emergency clothing for Lin Xuan.

Whether it is Lin Xuan’s car, the company bus or his own private car, there is a set of clothes that fits Lin Xuan.

He replied confidently, "Of course, I'll get it for you right away."

As he said that, Zhao Yu quickly turned around, ran back to the car with an umbrella, and soon returned to Lin Xuan with a bag.

He handed over the bag respectfully, but suddenly a sense of inexplicable tension surged in his heart.

Lin Xuan took the bag and glanced at Zhao Yu sharply: "How are things going?"

Zhao Yu calmed himself down and replied, "The police have successfully apprehended the suspect, so we..."

Lin Xuan nodded after hearing this, seemingly not surprised by the result: "Then let's go back."

"Okay, Mr. Lin." Zhao Yu responded, but he was secretly thinking about how to explain what happened next.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Yu suddenly called him again: "Boss Lin!"

Lin Xuan stopped, frowned unhappily, and turned to look at Zhao Yu: "Anything else?"

Zhao Yu's heart tightened, and he began to stutter: "Boss Lin, I...I suddenly remembered that the clothes in this bag are actually...not mine. I bought them for my girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's eyes fell on the bag in his hand, and then he handed it back.

Zhao Yu quickly took the bag and covered the opening tightly, fearing that Lin Xuan would notice anything.

Lin Xuan looked at Zhao Yu's nervous expression. Although he was confused, he didn't ask any more questions.

After all, he has never been willing to interfere too much in his subordinates' private affairs.

What's more, it's already time to get off work.

Lin Xuan didn't say anything else. He turned around and went back into the villa with an umbrella.

Zhao Yu watched Lin Xuan's back gradually disappear from his sight, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I reacted in time, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

He glanced down at the men's clothing in the bag and felt secretly relieved.

At the same time, he also hoped that Mr. Lin would realize his intentions and perhaps give him a bonus at the end of the year.

Of course, even if there is no bonus, it doesn't matter. As long as Lin Xuan and Ye Wanqing can reconcile, their work will become easier and more enjoyable.

The rain was still heavy, and Zhao Yu returned to the car with the bag.

Ye Wanqing waited in the villa for several minutes, but Lin Xuan still didn't come up.

She became more and more anxious. When she was about to go downstairs to check the situation, she saw Lin Xuan walking in with a bag.

She greeted him with a smile: "You're back."

Lin Xuan looked at Ye Wanqing's gentle eyes, and the haze in his heart seemed to dissipate a lot in an instant.

He smiled softly: "Yeah."

Looking at her figure standing quietly at the stairs, Lin Xuan's eyes softened involuntarily, and he asked softly:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Ye Wanqing shook her head slightly, then turned and walked into the kitchen, holding the freshly washed bone china dishes in her hands.

On the dining table, the delicious dishes and two bowls of steaming black chicken soup interweave into a warm picture, dispelling all the coldness.

However, Ye Wanqing only moved her chopsticks reluctantly, and was obviously not very interested in the food.

Her loss of appetite plunged the entire room into a subtle silence, with only the second hand of the wall clock ticking tirelessly.

"Is the food not to your taste?"

Lin Xuan's voice was low and gentle.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing slowly raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she shook her head slightly, took a sip of the soup, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito:

"It's not the food, it's just that my appetite hasn't been very good lately."

Lin Xuan's appetite decreased. After hearing this, he unconsciously put down the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes deep: "Was it the same six years ago?"

Ye Wanqing was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to mention that past.

She shook her head slightly at first, then nodded, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "At that time, my life was quite fulfilling. I had new things to learn every day, and occasionally I would meet my mother..."

Although the days at the Lin family were busy, my depression did not relapse.

She didn't say anything more, but Lin Xuan had already read a lot from it.

Her relapse of depression may have started after their divorce.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's heart couldn't help but sink a little, and the tissue in his hand was unconsciously crumpled into a ball.

"Movie, are you still going to watch it?"

There was a barely perceptible hint of hesitation in Lin Xuan's voice.

Ye Wanqing was actually full, but seeing Lin Xuan still sitting at the dining table, she couldn't bear to leave alone.

Seeing him put down his cutlery, she glanced at the untouched food in his bowl and asked softly, "Are you done eating?"

"I don't have much appetite either."

Lin Xuan's answer was somewhat helpless. Ye Wanqing pursed her lips slightly after hearing this, and finally stood up, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said:

"Then keep watching."

The TV screen lit up again and the movie scene came into view again.

Perhaps because Lin Xuan was by her side, the scenes that originally frightened her now seemed less terrifying.

However, after experiencing everything today, coupled with the baptism of rain, Ye Wanqing felt unprecedentedly tired.

The rain outside the window is still falling, with no sign of stopping.

Ye Wanqing curled up on the sofa, listening to the sound of rain. She felt that the scene in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, and her eyelids became heavier.

When Lin Xuan discovered that Ye Wanqing had fallen asleep, the movie was almost over.

He stood up gently, walked to the sofa, and looked at her leaning on the armrest, still holding the water cup tightly in her hand.

Lin Xuan wanted to take the water cup, but just as he reached out, he retracted his hand. He knew how rare it was for someone with depression to have a good night's sleep.

So, he picked up the blanket at the end of the sofa and gently covered Ye Wanqing with it.

The moment the blanket fell, Ye Wanqing seemed to feel the warmth and subconsciously pulled the blanket tighter, wrapping herself tighter.

The cup of water was gently covered by the blanket, and she changed her position, curling up more like a kitten.

Lin Xuan stood aside, his eyes falling on her gently.

Under the light, her profile looked particularly soft, and even the tiny pores on her skin were clearly visible.

Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly. Lin Xuan subconsciously looked away, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, intertwined with the sound of rain outside the window, playing a melody that belonged only to them.