I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 40 The only thing about feelings, don't even think about it!
The thin red lips were slightly raised, extremely cold.

To maintain the title of Mrs. Shen in front of outsiders?
Heh - who cares?
Shen Yichen, did he really think that she cared about the title of Mrs. Shen and was greedy for his wealth and rights?
Shen Yichen saw all her reactions, and her surprise was beyond words, "Song Qingyue, what I can give you will not treat you badly, except for the matter of feelings, don't even think about it."

Looking at him innocently, "You think too much, Young Master Shen."

The cold eyebrows raised slightly, "I don't care about your feelings, you can give it to whoever you like."

Every time I want to get along well with her, but I can always mess it up, and it always ends in a quarrel.

This time, Shen Yichen suppressed his anger and did not break out. He took out his wallet, slammed the cash on the table, gritted his teeth with a cold face, and said, "Don't eat! Go home!"

Following behind him slowly, Shen Yichen waited for her in the car with a cold face.

Finally after she gets in the car, the car speeds up

After rushing out, seeing her face become ugly and pale, Shen Yichen felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

Song Qingyue was a little scared, but she didn't lose her composure. She inadvertently caught a glimpse of Shen Yichen's complacent expression, with black lines on her face.

What a naive move!Such a cheap move!
The promised arrogance and aloofness left nothing behind.

When she got home, she still had weak feet and trembling calves, and she didn't want to get up after sitting on the sofa.

After a long time of relaxation, she moved, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The guest room for Shen Yichen has been packed, and it is next to the master bedroom. If you want to enter, you must pass the master bedroom.

Now, the door of the master bedroom is slightly opened with a gap, and the warm yellow light inside is refracted. Looking through the gap, one can vaguely see Song Qingyue sitting on the tatami by the window with a notebook in her arms.

Holding the doorknob with his hand, hesitation flashed across his black eyes.

Finally, he let go and walked to his room.

Shen Yichen turned on his phone while wiping his wet hair.

As soon as it was turned on, a phone call came in.

On the screen, the number for the note was just two words——Xiaoyuan.

Swipe your long finger, "Xiaoyuan."

"Brother Yichen..." Ning Xiaoyuan's voice was tinged with tears, trembling slightly, "I...I feel so uncomfortable..."

My heart tightened, "What's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts..." she sobbed softly, "I can't get through to you in the evening..."

He froze for a moment, remembering that the company called too frequently in the evening, he was a little annoyed and turned off the phone directly, "Sorry, the phone ran out of battery at that time."

The person over there sounded even more aggrieved, "Brother Yichen, my stomach hurts..."

"I'm coming here now, hold on!"

Ning Xiaoyuan whispered into his ears, "I told Sister Qingyue, but she said you were busy, are you still busy now? It doesn't matter, I can do it myself..."

Song Qingyue?
His face was ashen, with a look of a stormy face, he hung up the phone after a low-pitched order, and hurried out.

Coincidentally, Song Qingyue ran into him with a water glass in her hand, and seeing how anxious he was, she asked a little more, "It's so late, why are you going out?"

"Xiaoyuan is not feeling well, I'll go take a look."

"Oh."

Song Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then regained her indifferent expression, Shen Yichen suddenly became angry when she saw it, and reprimanded loudly, "Xiaoyuan has a bad stomach, she has undergone surgery before, she told you today, why didn't you tell I, she is looking for me?! Do you know that if you delay for a while, you may die?!"

(End of this chapter)