I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 130 On the contrary, he likes you very much
"It's good to come back." Shen Yichen's voice was as warm and deep as spring water in the cold night, and his emotions were so cold and clear that it was hard to fathom his emotions, as if the moment of warmth last night was all her imagination.

After breakfast, she never ate her favorite soft pastry, but forced herself to swallow Yun Pian Cake, even though she didn't like it and hated the taste.

After eating, I cleaned up and put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

She leaned against the side of the vegetable sink, her face was slightly pale.

Forced to eat too much, but stomach upset.

Sure enough... If you don't like it, you still don't like it, and if you like it, no matter how much you suppress it, you still can't let it go.

"Don't go to the company today, go to the resort with me tomorrow."

Song Qingyue paused slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "Did the CEO of the DK Group invite us over?"

"Well, it was delayed for a few days because of my injury, and now it can't be delayed any longer. You go with me tomorrow."

Seeing her hesitation, Shen Yichen said in a deep voice, "Take it as work."

"Okay." She agreed, then asked again, "Do you need to bring anything extra?"

"You don't need to worry about other things, you just need to bring what you need."

"How many days do you want to stay?"

"About a week or so."

"Oh."

Shen Yichen didn't say anything else, just said, "I'm going back to Shen's house. If you don't want to go back with me, you can rest at home for a day."

She really doesn't want to be alone with Shen Yichen very much. Being in the same space with him makes her feel uncomfortable, awkward and quiet. This is how she and Shen Yichen get along.

Shen Yichen has always been a person who doesn't like to talk much, she doesn't know what to say, what can be said, what should be said, so when the two of them stay together, nothing but silence is silence.

The occasional back-talk and quarrels have become rare occurrences.

"I'm not going to go. I'm going to the resort tomorrow. I'll stay at home and pack up."

"what ever."

As soon as Shen Yichen finished speaking, the doorbell rang, and it was Shao Ming who came back.

After she opened the door, Shao Ming called out respectfully, "Young Mistress."

"Well, why don't you come and pick him up? He's in the room." While talking, he turned sideways to let Shao Ming into the room.

Shao Ming really came to look for Shen Yichen, and after he entered the room, he pushed Shen Yichen out the door.

She was the only one left in the house, and although she was quiet and at ease, she seemed extraordinarily lonely.

She packed her luggage first, and when she went downstairs and heard the movement in the kitchen, she walked over suspiciously and saw a strange middle-aged woman busy in the kitchen, and then asked, "Who are you?"

The woman seemed to have heard her voice, turned around and looked at her with a friendly smile, "Hello young lady, I am the nanny invited by the young master, my surname is Qi, and I usually only come to clean at a fixed time."

"Oh…"

"Young Mistress..."

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she was stopped when Song Qingyue turned around and looked at the nanny, "What's wrong?"

The nanny turned around and brought a bowl of soup to her, and said as she walked, "This is the soup that the young master deliberately ordered me to make. Young mistress, please drink some, it will be good for the fetus."

Song Qingyue looked down at the bowl still filled with mist, and shook her head lightly, "Put it down, I don't want to drink now."

"That's it...then I'll simmer the soup. Young Mistress, if you want to drink it later, you can serve it up."

"Hmm..." From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of a piece of A4 paper stuck to the refrigerator door with a magnet, slightly frowned, and asked softly, "What is this?"

The nanny put the soup bowl on the counter, took off the white paper, and said with a gentle smile, "This is the recipe list that the young master gave me. It's a thick stack. I'm asked to follow this every day."

"Young master, he has even made a list of the recipes that you will suffer from morning sickness after you become pregnant, and whether you like spicy or sour recipes. I promise that in the ten months, every day will not be the same."

Song Qingyue took the piece of paper, and when she saw the detailed steps and precautions listed on the white paper, her mind suddenly became complicated.

"The young master really cares about the young mistress. I have also worked as a servant in many rich families, and this is the first time I have seen the young master being so caring and considerate. You are so happy, young mistress."

happiness?I didn't expect this word to be used on her one day.

Immediately Song Qingyue returned the A4 paper to the nanny like an electric shock, her cold and clear eyes slightly rippling.

After leaving the kitchen, I sat in the living room in a daze, bored, with the LCD TV turned on, playing idol dramas with the same routine.

She watched in a daze, without listening to a word, so much so that when her cell phone rang, she was shocked.

She didn't answer the phone until she saw the note.

"Yaoyao."

"Qingyue, I sent you a file, you can check it by email."

"What document?" She asked suspiciously.

"It seems to be a detailed document about your father's accident insurance. I don't know who gave it to me. I clicked on it and saw this email. I found out that it was related to your father. I will forward it to you. You can read it yourself Let's see."

"Oh…"

"What's the matter with you? Why do you sound unhappy?"

Song Qingyue lowered her long eyelashes, "No, I'm fine."

"Really?" Gu Anyao didn't believe her words at all, "Are you having a conflict with Shen Yichen again? I heard that you are pregnant, why... because of this incident, the two of you started arguing?"

"No ..."

Gu Anyao seemed to have noticed why Song Qingyue's thoughts arose, her voice sounded a lot more serious, "Are you thinking whether you should leave or stay?"

She didn't speak, and Gu Anyao knew that she was right. She also knew that the difference between Shen Yichen and Song Qingyue was not a star and a half. If she didn't speak, Gu Anyao knew Song Qingyue's embarrassment in the past.

Thinking of this, Gu Anyao sighed slightly, "As your friend, I don't know whether to persuade you to make peace or to persuade you to leave, Qingyue, the only thing I can tell you is one sentence, listen more to the voice in your heart."

"Anyway, life is only so long, just don't leave regrets, whether you want to leave or stay and try, I will support you."

Her clean and clear eyes were full of thoughts at that moment, once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, this is her current situation.

There is nothing more than forgiveness and unforgiveness, but now Song Qingyue realizes that Shen Yichen has never done anything wrong, what is there for her to forgive?

Frowning slightly, she said, "Thank you, Yaoyao."

"Forget it, go and check the email I sent you! I don't think there's anything wrong with that thing. Since you had this accident insurance back then, why didn't you get any money? It stands to reason...you It should be the person who can get the money.”

She got up and said as she walked, "I'll go and have a look first."

While talking, Song Qingyue pushed open the study door, walked to the sea sandalwood desk, and once sat down, glanced at a corner of the desk.

His eyes were startled fiercely, and he stared at the books in a daze.

"Qingyue, what's wrong with you?"

Called back by Gu Anyao, Song Qingyue swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly, "It's nothing, I'll take a look first and call you later."

After she hung up the phone, she hesitated and reached out to pick up the thick book with the scroll on top.

A lot of sticky notes stretched out, obviously marked.

On the cover of the book was the Encyclopedia of Pregnancy Knowledge, and she glanced at the other thick books that also had sticky notes stretched out, obviously she had read them all.

Song Qingyue flipped through a page casually, saw the detailed annotations on the page, and a small stone was thrown into the lake of peace in her heart, stirring up waves and ripples.

This is Shen Yichen's handwriting. She can recognize it. I heard that he learned calligraphy from Shen Qingzong when he was a child, so now the handwritten words are strong and strong, with sharp strokes, and the strength is very good without piercing through the back of the paper.

Looking at the places almost marked by sticky notes, there are different annotations and annotations.

He seems to be... very attentive, Shen Yichen really cares about the child in her belly...

Song Qingyue's hand stroked her lower abdomen. At this moment, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. A thin layer of mist filled her clear eyes, and her heart felt astringent.

What she wanted most in the past, Shen Yichen is almost giving her back now, but she can't ignore everything that happened in the past, and accept it calmly and gratifiedly.

It's not the Holy Mother. She can't forget what happened. Similarly, she is not a hard-hearted person, so the more warm and caring Shen Yichen gives her now, the more tormented she will be.

If she had been indifferent to her as before, she might have left more happily. Now...she couldn't turn around and leave. She suddenly didn't know where the resentment she hated before, used to survive, and supported her to live came from …

"pat"

The warm liquid dripping on the back of her hand woke her up, Song Qingyue wiped her cheek vigorously, and put the book back to its original place.

"Young mistress, the master is here and is waiting for you downstairs."

Song Qingyue didn't even have time to turn on the computer when she heard the nanny calling her outside the door.

After tidying himself up, he got up and went downstairs.

Seeing her coming down, Shen Qingzong smiled lovingly and said, "Come here, come quickly and let Grandpa have a look."

Song Qingyue walked over slowly, and after sitting down, seeing Shen Qingzong's kindness and love as always, the corners of her lips slightly raised to reveal a quiet and docile smile, "Grandpa."

"You girl moved here with him, and you won't come back to see grandpa."

"I'm sorry Grandpa, a lot has happened recently..."

Shen Qingzong waved his hand, "Forget it, grandpa didn't really blame you, I know you are busy, so I heard that you are resting at home today, so I brought Geng Chen over to see you."

"How is it? Is Yichen treating you well recently?"

"He... treats me very well." Song Qingyue sat obediently without moving, and the smile on her face faded.

Shen Qingzong is not a fool, so he can tell that Song Qingyue has just cried, and he can hear the far-fetchedness in her words, and sighs helplessly, "Qingyue, don't blame Yichen, it's Grandpa who trained him to be like this, I was once afraid that this kid would become a machine that only works and has no feelings, until I saw you, and I brought you back to the Shen family, and I was convinced that you were the most suitable person for him."

"Grandpa used to be too strict with this child, Yichen, which caused his cold and indifferent temperament. I taught him not to sympathize with others, and not to have extra emotions. When it is time to abandon, he should abandon it. He learned Seeing him grow up day by day, I am very worried, because this child Yichen is getting more indifferent every year, I am afraid that if he continues to develop like this, he will be lonely to death in the future."

He sighed, looked at the indifferent Song Qingyue, and said in a vicissitudes and helpless voice, "I know you have suffered a lot of grievances, and I also know what happened to you in school in the past, are you blaming Yichen for not helping you back then?" ?”

Song Qingyue shook her head, "No, it's normal for him not to help me. If it were me, I wouldn't help someone I hate."

"No, he doesn't hate you." Shen Qingzong explained eagerly, "On the contrary, he likes you very much, but this child doesn't know what liking is, what emotion is, and he doesn't know right or wrong in emotion. You may I don’t know, at the first birthday party you had with him, when you were pushed away by other people’s ridicule, Yichen left. That night, I saw that child standing in front of your door all night, and I guessed that he I want to apologize to you and comfort you, but I just don’t know how to say it.”

He took Song Qingyue's hand, crying, "If you want to blame, blame grandpa. Grandpa didn't teach him well. That child is as bad at words as you are. There are some things that he would rather be bored than talk about. Just look at him." For grandpa's sake, give him another chance, okay?"

(End of this chapter)