I love you, Mr.Commander

Bai Xuan's palm holding the mobile phone was sweating, and there was no reply in the past 20 minutes. The three adults at the opposite table were still talking, and they didn't seem to be affected by her actions.

Ren Jiao is quiet as usual, and occasionally don't open her short hair hanging from behind her ears. She once cut her waist length hair in order to be competent for the position of secretary because it was inconvenient to take care of it. At this time, her silent eyes reflected the appearance of the woman opposite. Her long black hair fell from her shoulders to her elbows like a waterfall, dotted with amorous feelings when she smiled.

She seems to understand why the man beside her can't extricate himself from love.

Orange has just drunk juice. Now he is holding a cup in Dai Ze's arms and biting a straw. He can't understand what adults say. He has to find something if he has nothing to do.

The little guy shook his calf and pulled the man's sleeve: "Uncle Dai, when will god horse take oranges out to play?"

Before Dai Ze finished his words, he looked down at the little guy in his arms: "when orange wants to play, uncle has time."

Ren Jiao gently pursed her lips, and the hidden bitterness overflowed from the corners of her lips. Oh, in Dai Ze's heart, I'm afraid she's not even as good as a four-year-old child.

Lin Qing was interrupted by a phone call. She glanced at the screen and hurried out. Dai Ze looked at her back. Her eyes were pulled back before it was dark.

Orange shook the man's arm and raised his head: "can Mommy come together?"

Dai Ze pinched orange's small hand: "yes."

"Where's daddy?"

Dai Ze narrowed his eyes: "yes."

"Where's my sister?"

Dai Ze picked up the orange from his knee and the little guy bit the straw: "sister? Who is the sister? "

Orange pointed to the quiet woman in the corner: "this sister."

Ren Jiao was slightly stunned. Holding the coffee cup with her fingers, she turned her head and looked at the child in the man's arms.

Dai Ze's voice suddenly turned cold, and the corners of his eyes still opened an arc: "orange, it should be called aunt."

Orange took a sip of juice, got up and sent the cup to the table. He looked at Ren Jiao and looked at Dai Ze: "can sister and aunt go with us?"

Dai Ze looked slightly restrained and rubbed orange's small head: "why do you take your aunt?"

He has never seen Ren Jiao, but as his secretary, how can Ren Jiao not understand his emotions? Funny to say, they had the most intimate behavior. She understood the meaning of each look in his eyes and was his most tacit secretary, but they were not as happy as strangers.

The pain of such a knife is more cruel than heartbreaking.

The little guy was covered with the aroma of fruit juice. He remembered the story that mommy had told before going to bed. His black eyes flashed: "Mommy and Daddy are together, uncle Dai and sister aunt are together, and orange is not afraid of Uncle loneliness."

The man's back suddenly stiffened. He didn't expect to hear this. He still corrected orange with a smile: "uncle and aunt are not together."

"For god horse?" Orange frowned, "Mommy said. It's said in the book that uncle and aunt belong to the same family."

Dai Ze didn't take into account the women around him. Naturally, he couldn't remember the engagement made by the two families. "Orange, not all uncles and aunts will be one family."

That's right. When did he have her in his heart.

Ren Jiao's lips were shallow and curved. The coffee was obviously hot, but it was cold in her palm. The cold rushed to her whole body and even every breath, as if every word in his mouth had nothing to do with her.

Yes, they had no further relationship except work.

Ren Jiao drank a cup of coffee in silence. It was not bitter, but when she rolled down her throat, it was still painful except pain.

Orange doesn't seem to understand: "that's why Uncle Dai and sister aunt can't?"

Dai Ze asked him in another way: "orange, will you be happy when your uncle and aunt are married?"

"Yes, and then have a little sister, not a little brother." The little orange face was excited. In fact, he wanted a sister very much. He was very manly. "Mommy and Daddy want to have a little brother. It's so annoying."

At that time, the little brother is more cute than him. What should he do if daddy and Mommy ignore him?

Besides, the little guy has his own calculations. If he has a sister, he can be a big brother to protect her and be loved by his parents. How great.

Dai Ze saw the woman coming back from the phone. His eyes were dizzy. He seemed to have made up his mind: "my uncle won't marry my aunt."

Orange waved to Lin Qing, still asking, "who will uncle marry?"

"If my uncle doesn't get married, he will have a lot of time to play with orange. How about it?"

When Lin Qing came near, she was hearing this sentence. She covered up her surprise in her eyes and swept her eyes over Ren Jiao, but she saw the latter sitting in a chair and drinking coffee indifferently. It seemed as if a word had not come into my ears.

Lin Qingshi couldn't see through their minds.

Ren Jiao didn't hurry to leave. Even if she was sad, she had nowhere to escape. After the scandal broke out, she was bitten by the media, but Dai Ze didn't help her until the storm subsided. The meaning of the family is also very clear. The Dai family personally explained that it was a misunderstanding and took out the fact that Lin Qing was married. Under the two expedients, it is natural to sacrifice her happiness.

Funny? She didn't expect happiness.

Orange looked at Ren Jiao and seemed to recognize them as a pair. Her little hand touched the back of her hand: "isn't that Aunt married?"

Ren Jiao took back her hand like an electric shock. She couldn't tell the mood at the moment. She didn't hate children. At her age of twenty-eight, she wanted to have her own child, but she looked at Lin Qing like orange, and her heart was full of clutter.

Struggling with how to answer, Lin Qing took orange from Dai Ze's arms: "orange, do you know what marriage means?"

He got away from himself and climbed to the position next to Lin Qing. He was learning to sit like an adult, but he was short and only a small head higher than the edge of the table.

The little short leg shook reluctantly: "it's just like daddy and Mommy."

Lin Qing pulled up her lips and saw the man's shadow on the little guy's face: "you know a lot. What would you like to eat? Mommy allows you to have dessert today. "

"Hum, even if Mommy doesn't let him, daddy will buy oranges."

"Huh?" Lin Qing frowned slightly. "Daddy secretly bought you a cake again?"

Orange instantly straightened up, turned the color pages on the table with small hands, and ordered to divert Lin Qing's attention no matter what he saw: "Mommy, orange wants to eat this."

Fortunately, orange refers to rainbow cake. Lin Qing calls the waiter to order.

Ren Jiao looked at this scene and felt warm. Although she had not seen Lin Qing's husband, she could see the tenderness pouring out of Lin Qing's eyes when referring to men. She knew Lin Qing a little. When she was in the company, people said that the woman was too light and gentle, but she didn't care about anyone.

There must be something unusual about the man who attracted Lin Qing so much, but to her surprise, the man was even better than Dai Ze.

I think in my feelings, it's not a matter of winning or losing.

Lin Qing feeds oranges to eat cakes. The phone call he just received didn't mention a word. Obviously, the man couldn't sit still and hurried her to take her son home with three calls.

Didn't she just see Dai Ze? She also chatted with Ling Annan for a long time. Why didn't a man urge her?

Lin Qing simply turns on the mute of her mobile phone, but she always looks at the screen when she speaks.

Aren't you really angry?

Lin Qing was absent-minded for a moment.

"Mommy, eat." Orange holds a spoon and feeds her. Lin Qing gently sips her lips. "Is it delicious?"

This mouthful just tastes like lemon. It tastes fresh. Lin Qing's head jumps out of a man's heavy handsome face. If his son gives him a mouthful, he will be despised and say that this thing is too sweet and greasy.

Holding the spoon, orange waved in front of Lin Qing's face: "Mommy, are you thinking about daddy?"

Lin Qing avoided the opposite line of sight and just smiled.

When leaving, Lin Qing inadvertently glances at the back of the syncline, and a familiar figure passes by the corner of her eyes. Bai Xuan turns her back and pretends to look for something, almost passing Lin Qing.

Lin Qing pulls orange. Dai Ze says two words to her again. She turns around and responds.

When Bai Xuan stroked her chest, she saw that the man looked at Lin Qing differently from others. Bai Xuan stayed in her position for a while. The tea in the cup was cold. She picked up the cup and poured it down.

Some things seem hard won, but they are often so coincidental.

Lin Qing thought the man was really angry and touched his son's head at the door: "orange, coax dad to be happy for a while."

Orange pouted, tiptoed into the password, and said, "isn't that what Mommy should do? Orange, don't coax daddy. "

Lin Qing also maintained the action of touching her head. She opened the door with short legs and rushed into the living room.

"Daddy, I'm fat."

The living room is empty. The open glass window makes the air flow silently. Lin Qing stands in the porch and hasn't changed his shoes. Looking up, only a small short leg stands alone in the center of the living room.

Orange looked back at her and felt lost without a man's response.

Lin Qing took a few steps and came to orange. He squatted down and held his son's small shoulder: "Daddy may be busy working."

"Can you call Daddy?" Orange looked up. He knew that daddy was busy at work and sometimes he couldn't answer the phone.

Lin Qing pinched his little face: "of course."

I went to the study for a turn. The computer was still on. The screensaver was a smiling face full of oranges. Lin Qing's eyes were soft and her fingers stroked from the keyboard. It seemed that the heat of a man's fingertips remained on it.

She made up her mind and opened the bedroom door. There was no one.

Orange ran to the bedroom door with the telephone. Her little finger pressed the number on it: "Mommy, call Daddy."

After dialing, orange looked forward to it. After a few seconds, he heard a prompt on the phone that he was talking.

Lin Qing comforted her son with a smile: "call again later. Daddy answered and asked orange to talk on the phone."

After orange returned to the room, a long time later, Lin Qing suddenly saw a tall figure outside the covered curtain.

The man leaned with his elbows on the windowsill. A lit cigarette was sandwiched between his slender fingers. He stared at an intersection in the sky in the distance, said a word to the other end of the phone, and soon hung up. After a moment of silence, Mu Li took a sip, and his thin lips slowly sipped out a smoke ring.

When Lin Qing walked into the balcony, he could smell the smoke blown away by the wind in the future, which was strong and choking.

When she came back with oranges, men seldom smoked.

Hearing the footsteps, Mu Li turned his head. The coldness between his eyebrows and eyes was replaced by the smile at the bottom of his eyes. He stretched out his hand to Lin Qing and snuffed out the cigarette end by the way.

"In a bad mood?" Lin Qing put her hand on his palm and took a step forward to stand side by side with the man.