Doting wife self-marriage

Chapter 317 Cloudy
"Well, I see Dad."

It wasn't until the phone in her hand hung up for a few seconds that Weiran reluctantly took it back, maybe her life in the capital was too boring, she missed her family in Bailu Garden, Cai Tangtang, and Grandpa Song!

The scenery of Bailu Garden is almost the same every year, and the tall plane trees in France are still as strong as ever after autumn and spring.

The breath of spring is overwhelming, covering this fascinating garden house. A kapok tree was transplanted last season near the rockery at the end of the long pavilion. It will bloom such flowers as bright as blood.

Kapok is a little red makeup, it is suspected that Siqing is intoxicated.

Luohong spread all over the ground, falling in every corner with the wind, a tall and tall figure stood under the kapok tree, and the shiny leather shoes stepped on the pieces of kapok, which also crushed the last tenderness in my heart.

Su Zimo stared at the kapok tree with cold eyes. Each branch was covered with a large corolla of bright red flowers. Looking up at a 45-degree angle is said to represent melancholy.

Melancholy...

The cold brow frowned suddenly, and it started at the same moment as the sudden pain in the heartbeat. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, people can't stay the same.

The weather in Baicheng is still warm, but the weather in Beijing is declining in a straight line because of the heavy rain two days ago. According to the weather forecast, there will be another snowfall in the future.

Siyue Feixue, when Weiran heard the news, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, she wasn't inexplicably excited about the snow now, she just thought that the weather in Baicheng was good.

Because of the cold weather, the clothes that Wu Juanqing had prepared for her before were no longer suitable for the weather. She was now wrapped in Song Chenyi's big padded jacket.

After dinner, Weiran was urged to go to rest early by Song's father and Song's mother according to the routine of the past few days, and Song Chenyi followed her step by step.

It wasn't until he saw that she fell asleep with his own eyes that he suddenly got up, stepped on the cotton lightly, dragged her out of the room, and walked towards Song Qinghui's study.

"Xiao Ran is asleep?" Song Qinghui knew who was coming without looking up.

"Yeah." Song Chenyi sat down on the high swivel chair in front of the office, facing Song Qinghui who was still working, his handsome eyebrows furrowed invisibly, "Dad, according to the regulations, I can't be promoted until at least three years later. Why……"

"The superiors didn't say it must be promotion." Song Qinghui quickly intercepted his question. The years did not leave too many traces on his face and he was still handsome and handsome, but at the moment he seemed a little tired, even his voice was Unspeakable melancholy, "Maybe it's a transition before being promoted."

A black wall suddenly appeared behind his head, Song Chenyi touched the bridge of his nose in a concealed manner, he was noncommittal to Song Qinghui's words, is there any difference between these two sentences?

"The title of assistant is very special. Whether it is an assistant to the mayor or an assistant to a senior city official, it is an opportunity for the cadres who are about to be promoted to transition or wait for the opportunity to arrange a real job. However, most of the general prefecture-level mayors are It has been a rule formed over the years to be transferred to other places as senior city officials."

Speaking of this, Song Qinghui couldn't help but feel a lot of doubts in his heart, "Your Uncle Qu just resigned at the beginning of this year, otherwise he must know something." Seeing his son's dark face, Song Qinghui smiled and continued to comfort him: "Today I just saw that your list is on it, and it is not certain what the final outcome of the matter will be."

It's just that they all care about it in their hearts.

After coming out of Song Qinghui's study, Song Chenyi didn't go back to the bedroom directly, but went to his own study, taking advantage of the official business that was left behind during the conference to make up for it remotely through the computer.

Weiran sleeps restlessly, it seems that something is bothering her in the dream, causing her slender eyebrows to be slightly frowned, and she turns over in a daze, trying to hug the tall figure beside her, but what she touches is cold.

She was the only one in the room, weird and quiet, she slowly opened her slightly heavy eyelids, and what she saw was the soft and hazy aisle lights, and the darkness of the night outside the window pressed towards her, and she suddenly felt a little suffocated in her heart .

What about others?
Wei Ran sat up from the bed, staring blankly at the big empty bed, the clock on the wall was still ticking, reminding her that the night was approaching the day, her hazy beautiful eyes looked around the empty room , A room alone made her feel a little empty suddenly.

Putting on cotton slippers, took off the man's big cotton jacket from the hanger and put it on her body, and walked out of the room softly, the temperature outside immediately dropped several degrees, the cold air made her more awake, the silence of the room In the empty corridor, the small yellow lights on the wall were emitting faint light, but it was enough to illuminate the whole place.

In the early hours of the morning, everyone else in the villa should have gone to bed long ago. The plastic soles on their feet rubbed against the wooden floor and there was a rustling sound. She turned her beautiful eyes and walked towards the study room along the street light. Sure enough, when he saw a few beams of light leaking from the half-closed door, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a slight smile bloomed on his delicate little face.

The carved wooden door was gently pushed open, and the slight creaking sound was particularly clear in such an empty night. The hand that was typing on the keyboard paused, and the eyes moved away from the computer. When the person by the door was a child, his body moved up a few seconds faster than he could speak, and he left his seat.

"Why did you wake up?"

Song Chenyi walked over to her, took her hands and put them to his mouth to breathe. The big padded jacket wrapped his good figure, and he looked a little nondescript in a loose fit, and his pupils were inadvertently stained with smile.

Embracing her lightly, he walked towards the sofa by the wall, poured another cup of hot water and put it on the glass table in front of him, slightly raised his hand to caress his handsome face, and whispered with obvious distress, "So It's too late to sleep."

Hearing the complaint in her words, Song Chenyi exerted force on his hand, and easily hugged her on his lap, pulled her loose coat, wrapped her hands around her slender waist, and leaned back , leaning lazily on the sofa.

"You came here just as you were about to go back to your room. Are you hungry?"

He didn't forget that a pregnant woman has to bear the food for two people, so it should be easier to get hungry, but his self-conjecture made the corners of Weiran's eyes twitch invisibly, and he gave him a funny look, with a slightly embarrassed face, "You don't think that I came out to find something to eat, right?"

"Small snacks should be prepared in the room from tomorrow."

His seriousness made her chuckle uncontrollably, the water in her beautiful eyes was full of water, and her eyes were sparkling, which could easily move his heartbeat.

"I'm not hungry. When I woke up and saw that you were not there, I guessed that you should stay in the study." Wrapping two slender arms around his neck, with his head resting on his shoulder, he spoke softly, unconsciously Just bring a sense of dependence, unconditional trust in the man beside you.

(End of this chapter)