They are not divorced today

In fact, Liu Zeyu was not so attached to Qin Mulang. After his brain stopped being hot, many things began to become clear. He also remembered the final reason for the breakup that he had selectively forgotten. It was indeed his problem. Qin Mulang There is nothing wrong with breaking up with him.Or maybe he didn't find a suitable one during the few years he stayed abroad, and he began to yearn for the simplicity and beauty of the year. He didn't deny that Qin Mulang was really kind to people, and occasionally he would think of the past at midnight, Hearing Qin Mulang mentioned by his friend again, he said a few more words that he wanted to hear, and resolutely made an unwise decision, obviously holding a deck of cards in his hand, but now he has beaten him into a mess, and his heart is extremely irritated.

So, why did he bring Song Xinyan into his company at that time, is it okay to drive him back now?

After thinking about it, Liu Zeyu still didn't do such a shameless thing. Although he is a customer, he still needs to do business after all, and he can't turn his back on it.

Song Xinyan got along well with the person in charge of communicating with him about the product, and was responsible for taking them out for dinner at noon.

Liu Zeyu intentionally avoided Song Xinyan, and hadn't met him for a day. However, if he didn't meet Song Xinyan in the company, it didn't mean he couldn't hear about Song Xinyan. Xi Yang praised in his ear.

Compared with the gossip ability of sharp-eyed colleagues in the company, Xi Yang's praise is not so prominent.

They picked out that Song Xinyan's clothes from head to toe are the latest models of a certain brand, and the watch is a customized limited edition of a certain brand. Some colleagues even wanted to use Song Xinyan's car to refute them, but they were unanimously reprimanded. They must be trying to keep a low profile I just drove a cheap car, but I didn't expect that after a long time, I was still a rich young master.

What's more, some people compared Liu Zeyu and Song Xinyan, and they were even comparable.

Song Xinyan didn't know about these gossips. Tang Ziyang ate allergic food at noon and was vomiting and diarrhea. Song Xinyan took him to the emergency room near Zeshui Company. He hung up the water.

It looks like I can't go back to work tomorrow.

Tang Ziyang's family hadn't come yet, Song Xinyan sat beside him and said, "I'll let the newcomers follow up on the matter of Zeshui Company for the time being. You look a little scary now, and the doctor said that you have to rest for two days."

Tang Ziyang said, "Okay, thank you Brother Song."

Song Xinyan pushed the glasses: "What are you allergic to?"

Tang Ziyang looked ashamed: "I'm allergic to shrimp."

Song Xinyan: "No wonder, you still have to pay attention to what you eat in the future."

Tang Ziyang smiled weakly: "I will definitely pay more attention next time."

Half an hour later, Tang Ziyang's family members came, and Song Xinyan made arrangements for tomorrow's work before leaving the hospital.

After Tang Ziyang recovered from his illness, he went back to the company directly, and the newcomer Zou Guangyan went to Zeshui Company instead. Zou Guangyan was so happy that he received this task that he almost jumped up. He didn't expect Brother Song to trust him so much.

In fact, Song Xinyan just hoped that he could bring in newcomers as soon as possible, so that he could distribute more work, and it was quite tiring to carry it all by himself.

Qin Mulang was attending a charity gala at night, and Song Xinyan was about to drive home, wondering if he would cook noodles or order takeaway when he got home later, before making a decision, Song Xinyan received a call from Qin Mulang.

Song Xinyan happened to be standing in the corridor of the hospital waiting for the elevator: "What's wrong?"

Qin Mulang asked him, "Are you going home now?"

Song Xinyan complained to him: "Not yet, I sent that boy Tang Ziyang to the hospital in the afternoon. He ate shrimp and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. His family just came to take over."

Qin Mulang was worried about him: "It's so miserable, are you okay?"

Song Xinyan said: "I'm fine, I'm not allergic to seafood."

Qin Mulang said, "That's all right. Xinyan, I might need help with something."

Song Xinyan asked him uncertainly, "What's the matter?"

Qin Mulang said: "My mother broke her arm in the afternoon, and my aunt took her to the hospital. My father had a meeting with the government in the afternoon, and the driver was not there. If you are free now, can you help me take them back?"

Song Xinyan didn't mean to refuse. He actually didn't have any advice for Qin Mulang's parents, but they were very uncomfortable to get along with. At first, he felt that the other party didn't like him very much, so he didn't want to have too much contact with him. Qin Mulang didn't force him to do it. If you don't like things, it's okay to help now. He and Qin's father and Qin's mother have always maintained a relationship that is neither close nor unfamiliar.

Song Xinyan said, "Okay, which hospital is it?"

Qin Mulang said: "Shiyi, in the orthopedic surgery room, do you have Mom's mobile phone number?"

Song Xinyan thought for a while: "I happen to be in Shiyi, I'll go to find them, you do your work first, and I'll send you a voicemail when I receive someone."

"Well, if you're too tired, you can take her back by taxi." Qin Mulang said.

Only now did Song Xinyan realize that Qin Mulang was actually very tolerant towards him, as if the person he had been avoiding was himself.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." After all, the mother who is her marriage partner must not do this.

After hanging up on Qin Mulang's call, Song Xinyan took the elevator directly to the orthopedic surgery room.

It's not necessary to look for it, there are not many people seeing a doctor at this point, and Song Xinyan saw Ms. Qin Mazeng at a glance.

Ms. Zeng also saw Song Xinyan.

Song Xinyan shouted, "Mom, are you okay?"

Ms. Zeng rarely met Song Xinyan. He didn't understand when he called him, but he still answered.

Ms. Zeng said: "Fortunately, the doctor put a cast on my hand and prescribed some medicine. Why are you here?"

Song Xinyan said: "A colleague of mine is allergic, so I sent him to the emergency room. His family members came, and I was about to go back. I heard from Mu Lang that your hand was injured. He couldn't come because he was attending a charity gala. He told me to take you back."

Ms. Zeng said: "It's okay if we can't come. We can take a taxi to go back by ourselves. You and I go in two directions."

Song Xinyan smiled gently, and looked at the time: "It's okay, it's not easy to take a taxi at this time, I'll see you off."

The aunt also echoed: "Yes, sister, we can't get a taxi at this time."

Ms. Zeng didn't refuse anymore, she just didn't know Song Xinyan well, so the three of them went to the parking lot.

The injured Ms. Zeng was not as cold as when Song Xinyan first met her. Her brows and eyes were exhausted, her hairstyle was a bit messy, and a few white hairs could be seen in the gaps. Song Xinyan didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head and helped her up. car.

After receiving the person, Song Xinyan sent a message to Qin Murang instead, telling him that he had received the person.

The car drove out of the hospital and merged into the rush hour after get off work. After passing the most congested section, Song Xinyan took the initiative to take a detour to another road, so that the people sitting in the back would feel more comfortable.

Qin's father also called Ms. Zeng to ask about the situation. She told about Song Xinyan's pick-up. Song Xinyan drove the car and didn't pay much attention to what they said. It took about four to ten minutes to send Ms. Zeng and Auntie back. Home.

Song Xinyan not only drove steadily, but also drove them to the door of their house.

After Ms. Zeng entered the room, she gave Song Xinyan a gentle smile: "Xinyan, stay at home and eat before you go back. Mu Lang is not at home, and it's too late for you to go back and cook for yourself. Why are you young people eating takeaways? It's not good for you, heavy oil and salt .”

Song Xinyan replied: "We don't order takeaway very much, we cook it ourselves when we get home from get off work."

Ms. Zeng sat on the sofa, and her aunt helped her with the rest: "It seems that Mu Lang didn't lie to me last time. He said that you usually cook at home."

Song Xinyan remembered that the last time Qin Mulang went home was when Liu Zeyu came to eat.

Knowing that Song Xinyan's relationship with his parents was mediocre, Qin Mulang never talked about what he communicated with his parents in front of him, for fear that he would be unhappy.

Song Xinyan gave Ms. Zeng a slight smile: "Well, we all cook more by ourselves. When we are busy, we will eat in restaurants outside. We cook by ourselves on weekends."

"That's good. There are still a lot of fresh vegetables from your uncle and the others at home. You can bring some back later. Your dad and I can't eat much."

Song Xinyan had no room to refuse, she could only agree that if Ms. Zeng was kind to him, she would be kind to Qin Mulang.

There may have been a little misunderstanding between them before, but adults don't reveal their scars, and that's how it looks on the surface.

Song Xinyan told Qin Mulang that he was staying at his house for dinner, and Qin Mulang immediately said that he would come over at night.

Qin Mulang still made a condolence call to his mother. It didn't take long, about 5 minutes, and told his mother that he would come over later.

Ms. Zeng's brows and eyes were full of satisfaction, and she smiled at her son: "I won't eat you Xinyan, look at you in a hurry."

Qin Mulang said, "You are always so serious."

Ms. Zeng said: "It's still our fault, you child."

Qin Mulang said again: "I have to stay for a while, remember to leave food for me, I will have to fill my stomach later."

Ms. Zeng couldn't stand Qin Mulang's hungry stomach the most: "Okay, come back as soon as the matter is over."

Song Xinyan sat on the sofa drinking tea and watching the news. She didn't know what Ms. Zeng was talking to Qin Mulang, but it was Qin Mulang who made her laugh.

Song Xinyan, Ms. Zeng, and Auntie had dinner together, and Qin Mulang's arrival time was uncertain, so they didn't wait.

After dinner, when Song Xinyan was about to become anxious while waiting, Qin Mulang, who had taken off his suit jacket, entered the door together with Qin's father.

Seeing Qin Mulang, Song Xinyan, who had been tense all night, relaxed.

Song Xinyan took Qin Mulang's coat casually, forgetting that it was not his home, so he didn't know where to hang it, Qin Mulang quickly realized and hung up the coat by himself.

Ms. Zeng saw everything in her eyes. Back then, Liu Zeyu often went to play at home, but she never took Qin Mulang's coat.Now that he noticed Song Xinyan's subconscious actions, Fang felt that this young man was indeed living with his son.

Qin's father looked stricter, but he was still kind to others. He was as unfamiliar as Song Xinyan, but he was not overly warm, nor did he deliberately ignore him.

Since the first time they met Song Xinyan, his son had a lot of complaints about the couple. Now facing Song Xinyan, the couple still felt a little uncomfortable.

Qin Mulang put his hands on Song Xinyan's waist habitually: "I saved dinner for me?"

Song Xinyan turned her head back to him: "Keep it, I have your favorite fish head soup."

Under the watchful eyes of his parents, Qin Mulang went into the kitchen with Song Xinyan in his arms to find something to eat.

Qin's father and Qin's mother looked at each other and understood.

How could they feel that their son still cared about others?

They had never seen such a straightforward expression of emotion by their son.