time-limited addiction

Since then.

One to the weekend.

Song Yanpei came to the compound and became diligent.

The first thing Zhou Xiangqun did when he returned home was to meet the old lady and chat with her. He vaguely heard Song Yanpei's voice.

When he reached the hall, he leaned forward slightly to identify the sound and confirm it was correct.

Song Yanpei and Sister Fang had a happy chat.

"Doesn't he have a nickname? I'm not used to the word Aqun."

Fortunately, she, Song Yanpei, could ask.

"No, the old lady has called him Aqun like this since she was a child." Sister Fang asked again, "What does Yan Pei think of Aqun."

Song Yanpei whispered, "He seems to be generous and easy to get along with, but in fact he is a sassy man who hides his true nature. He only interacts with people face to face and does not have heart-to-heart conversations with anyone."

What a yin and yang review.

All in all, it's not nice to change, scheming and scheming.

Zhou Xiangqun turned around and replied to Taige with a dark face.

Xiao Zhang followed with his briefcase, "I'm going to the development zone to guide the work today, and you haven't had dinner yet."

Zhou Xiangqun's strides were so long that Xiao Zhang couldn't catch up even if he accelerated.

I really don’t know what kind of nutritious meal the Zhou family gave him when he was a child, so he is so tall.

He was in no mood, "Go to the kitchen and bring Jingtai Ge."

Xiao Zhang stopped and hurriedly turned to the kitchen.

Returning to Jingtai, Zhou Xiangqun took off his jacket, hung it neatly on the coat rack, went into the bathroom and took a warm bath to wash away the wind and dust.

Wait for it to wash out.

I saw Song Yanpei carrying his nephew into the garden of Jingtai Pavilion, and praised the Xiangfei bamboo he kept in the pot for growing well.

Xiao Zhang, who was carrying the lunch box, said, "There is also a pot to support the greenery. It is so tall, but it is the eldest son's favorite. I will take Miss Song to the backyard to see it later."

The little nephew pointed towards the house with his little finger, "Zhuzhu, uncle, give me a hug."

Milky.

Song Yanpei looked in the direction the little guy pointed.

The man's eyes were calmly watching them gesticulating about his bamboo.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he stood tall and straight, wearing a simple black home clothes. His short hair slicked back was let down, and a few strands of wet hair fell down.

Song Yanpei looked at Zhou Xiangqun naturally. The house clothes were silk pajamas, wrapped in bulging muscles, which showed off her figure.

after that.

She was stunned.

He still only looked at his bamboo.

Staring like a lifeblood.

Xiao Zhang laughed and walked to the dining table to put down the food box.

Listen to Xiao Zhang’s explanation.

The nephew made a fuss to see him, so he was carried into Jingtai Pavilion by Song Yanpei. He did not come to disturb him intentionally.

Who knew he was taking a shower and wearing such little clothes at this time.

Zhou Xiangqun didn't panic, picked up the chopsticks and said, "She's not wearing any clothes, take her out."

Xiao Zhang looked at him and said, "You are wearing clothes. I saw that you were wearing them and the buttons were tight."

Zhou Xiangqun put his forehead on his hands and said, "This is my home."

Song Yanpei didn't look at him anymore. She held her nephew's hand and apologized politely, "I didn't know you were dressed like this. You came in unintentionally. There is no need to chase people away."

Despite the ordinary timbre, the meaning in the lines was clearly angry.

Zhou Xiangqun frowned.

After watching Song Yanpei leave, he picked up his bowl and ate.

I always feel like I didn't do anything right, and I can't figure out why.

From that episode.

Because of the words 'take her out', Song Yanpei simply didn't come to the courtyard.

of course.

Neither of them contacted each other, and there was no chance of meeting each other.

Listen to what Min Wenting said.

"Yan Pei is very angry with you."

He didn't know why Song Yan was so angry, so he smiled politely and concentrated on his business.
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It's summer.

Song Yanpei had work and she needed to go there in person.

When they were leaving, Zhou Xiangqun saw it. After all, he was the one who sent the people off in person.

Song Yanpei, who took off her floral dress and put on another unique outfit, was still the same heroic girl from the Song family as before.

If there is a tiger father in the family, a tiger girl will naturally come out.

She raised her hand and gave him a standard salute.

Under the scorching sun, the clothes logo on her shoulders reflected slightly, and her body was as dazzling as if it were plated with gold.

Put aside the relationship between the two people.

Zhou Xiangqun responded with the same etiquette.

"Song Yanpei, listen carefully, you all will be back on the 12th."

His voice was loud and dignified, with an unmistakable command.

Song Yanpei turned around and didn't even smile at him.

"If you don't come back, are you afraid of becoming a widower?"

The marriage was only finalized but not sealed. Where did he become a widower?

Of course, Zhou Xiangqun didn't compete with her, couldn't resist her, and his identity didn't match the situation, so he was willing to let her go.

After calming down, he watched her leave.

With the rules engraved in her bones, she did not look back and walked with a straight posture.

later.

Zhou Xiangqun recalled the scene of their separation that day.

I feel that, aside from other things, Song Yanpei is just an ordinary girl who knows how to wear a skirt. She has feelings and desires, and she can't help herself in life, old age, illness and death.

Born in the Song family, she was instilled with passion throughout her life.

He would always ask Xiao Zhang, "She can actually fly a helicopter? Do you think she has the courage? She is shy and nervous every time she comes back to my house. I think she has no courage. She has quite a lot of courage in her actions."

"Don't talk about airplanes, she can fly everything. Mr. Song personally taught her, but this one." Xiao Zhang gestured with his thumbs.

Turn your head.

Zhou Xiangqun was busy with something and didn't finish listening.

Time moves slowly.The meeting just ended that day.

Min Wenting passed by him and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, the Song family specially asked her to go out for some training. She is no longer a little girl raised in a boudoir."

Zhou Xiangqun said calmly, "It's good for you. He's obviously someone under your control, so you can calm down here."

Min Wenting's eyelids drooped, how could he not be worried? The little girl Pianzi was always following behind him, always calling him "uncle" or "uncle" in private.

"My Yanxi and Si Chen are still waiting for her to come back before celebrating their birthday."

Zhou Xiangqun responded with two words, "Congratulations." After a pause, "I can bring two children over to play when I have time."

The two of them walked side by side. Min Wenting said coldly, "I don't have time. My family arranged to send me abroad after my birthday."

Zhou Xiangqun pretended to sigh twice and said with a smile, "You people with the surname Min are so cruel that you are willing to leave such a small part in a foreign country."

Min Wenting did his part, "I believe that your Zhou family is even more ruthless. I have seen the color of the second oldest son in your family. He took the power in his hands and made your father speechless."

Mention the second child.

There was a gentle smile in Zhou Xiangqun's eyes, "The path arranged by the Zhou family for my nephew will probably be brushed away by his second son."

When it comes to personal matters, Min Wenting doesn't care about gossip and never asks too much, "Go home first."

Zhou Xiangqun nodded and watched.

Fortunately.

On the 12th day.

Song Yanpei is back.

The sea was very rough, and she had become thinner and darker in the past few days.

Her hair was cut short again. This time, she pulled it up with her fingers, but it wasn't long enough to hang behind her ears.

It saves money on shampoo.

Zhou Xiangqun took her back to Zhou's house for dinner.

The low-key convoy of domestically produced cars drove back to the West District in an orderly manner with double flashes. No vehicle stepped on the accelerator to cross the convoy's path.

She sat next to him without saying a word, so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Until you get close to the gate.

Song Yanpei took off his hat, turned sideways, and asked, "I heard that you are worried about me?"

When their eyes met, Zhou Xiangqun smiled on the surface without any reaction in his eyes. Compared to her, he was calmer and said, "I'm worried about everyone."

Not to be outdone, Song Yanpei looked even calmer than Zhou Xiangqun, "If you have any more, it's up to me."

"It doesn't matter who is who."

His official rhetoric is like a jingle: "Equal, equal, equal."

The more Song Yanpei listened, the more he wanted to laugh. The smile on his face was as clean as ever, "Zhou Xiangqun."

When I read his name, he just said yes.

Song Yanpei asked, "Why did you scold me that day at Jingtai Pavilion?"

"Dare I scold you?"

Zhou Xiangqun smiled.

To see him.

He is always smiling but not smiling, and his expression is gentle and easy to talk to, but in fact he is a smiling tiger with a hidden knife.

"I have never worn such inappropriate clothes to receive guests. Don't you know the difference between men and women? I'm not Meng Lang, so when I'm chasing guests away, it doesn't matter whether the person coming is you, Song Yanpei, or a blind cat."

Song Yanpei smiled but held back, "You really didn't scold me?"

What are you scolding? He didn't show any part of his flesh to her.

He is very conservative and disciplined about his body.

Of course, privately, no girl had ever entered his Jingtai Pavilion, so letting Song Yanpei leave was a natural reaction.

Zhou Xiangqun looked out the window and said, "You are the eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhou family. I can't afford to offend you, lest you look sexy and disturb my sleep."

Song Yanpei was very happy to hear this. "We have the right conditions, right?"

"Think it through, we have no feelings," he said.

Of course clear.

Song Yanpei thought about it seriously, "I'm not a little girl. Even if I have zero relationship experience in the past, I don't care about relationships at the moment."

Done.

Song Yanpei regretted it and rushed to marry him. Was he secretly happy to win another game?

Zhou Xiangqun answered smoothly, "It sounds like I need affection."

Song Yanpei smiled, as if there was nothing there.

"Sure, I know you don't need it."

"If I had known I wouldn't have come back so early, you wouldn't have been the one crying to my grave by then."

When Zhou Xiangqun heard the sound, he frowned and turned his head.

The car stopped at this time.

The door opens.

Seeing Song Yanpei, the old lady burst into tears and said, "You kid, you didn't even say a word to the second grandma when you left. Don't do this next time."

She would also obediently nod in agreement.

All at the front door steps.

The chatting scene was like that of his own family. It seemed that the Zhou family must be Song Yanpei. At this point, there was no reason for him to refuse the marriage.

Zhou Xiangqun stepped forward and brushed her shoulder calmly.

Two or three steps, enter the door.

The light boxes in the corridor were replaced with new incandescent lights the day before yesterday. The old lady's eyesight was not good, but the bright spots were good.

It was evening at this time, it was cloudy, the sky was getting dark, and the high-hanging Chinese-style light boxes were all bright.

In the corridor, Shen Jing held Zhou Xicheng's hand and talked with her head down.

Mother and son hadn't seen each other for more than two months, and Zhou Xicheng was about to cry.

Zhou Xiangqun stopped and kept a reasonable distance.

She said hello, "I missed Xicheng, so I came back."

Zhou Xiangqun nodded.

Shen Jing asked, "Is Miss Song okay?"

Zhou Xiangqun frowned slightly, lowered his head and said, "I'm back, unscathed."

"That's good." Shen Jing praised sincerely, "Like my second grandma, I really like this sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law?

This is a bit intentional.

Zhou Xiangqun was speechless for a moment, squatted down and picked up his little nephew.

"Uncle, come and hug me."