"And then none of them."
“……”
Inexplicably poked in the smile.
"Because I have a child and a son..."
“……”
Finally, Ji Zhengting tangled repeatedly, just told her the reason why he let her leave.
After hearing this, song Qingcheng didn't realize it for a long time.
I can't accept that he was carrying such a heavy burden. And she, but when he needed himself most, stubbornly and resolutely chose to leave him.
For her own departure, she never denied that she was responsible for it. Because she found her life experience, she couldn't accept the blow. In addition, the relationship between the two families was so stiff, and all kinds of malicious words and insults on the Internet
All the things broke out at one time, which forced her situation to have no way back. She cowardly choice, escape; choose to hurt him.
But
How could she have thought that he was under great psychological pressure while escaping and hurting him.
Regret, remorse, guilt, fear
She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if something really happened to him.
She will be sad to die, will go with him.
"What are you thinking?" For a long time did not wait for her voice, Ji Zhengting again.
"Ji Zhengting..." Song Qingcheng called him gently. All of a sudden, I feel that these "three words" are so pleasant to hear, better than anything else.
"Do you feel lucky to be in my arms now?" In fact, he himself felt very lucky.
Finally from more than a thousand days and nights in the suffering out, and at the moment, can hold her in the arms. Undoubtedly, he is the luckiest.
"Meeting you is the greatest luck of my life." She has said that for a long time. No matter when, even after ten or twenty years, she would still be proud to say so.
"Me too." He put his arms around her and tightened them.
Song Qingcheng leaned on his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and felt that the voice was wonderful. Just listen, it's reassuring.
After being quiet for a long time, song Qingcheng opened his mouth with a hard throat, "if anything happens to you I may not be able to live well
Ji Zhengting chest stuffy pain, but mouth, voice or relaxed, "so, I dare not have accident."
Song Qingcheng smiles and tears flow down. Tears of happiness, tears of luck.
……
The next day.
Because the night before I went to bed earlier, and both of them had the deepest and most stable sleep in recent years. I almost hugged and slept until dawn.
So I woke up early the next morning.
Ji Zhengting hugged her and didn't want to get up. Song Qingcheng stayed with him for a while.
"Ji Zhengting..." She still called him gently.
"Well."
She didn't have the following words, just wanted to call his name. We should shout out all the voices that have been suppressed in our hearts these years.
"Do you want to go to work?" After a while, Ji Zhengting took the lead.
With a gasp of surprise, song Qingcheng suddenly sat up from the bed and said, "it's over. I missed work yesterday afternoon, and I'm here again today Dead, dead... "
As she spoke, she rolled out of bed. I was about to change my clothes, and suddenly I wanted to, but I didn't wash my mouth. All of a sudden, the whole person ran around like a headless fly.
Ji Zhengting is languidly leaning on the head of the bed, smiling at the little woman with flustered hands and feet, "it takes at least three hours to drive back here."
“……” Song Qingcheng was shocked. Look at him, it's a little silly. Seems to forget that they are still far away. She rushed to the man's side, opened her coquetry mode, "Ji Zhengting, you hurry up; I was abducted by you yesterday afternoon, and I can't be late again today."
Ji Zhengting raised his wrist and looked at the time. "Even if I get up now and go back, I can't get to the company at nine."
“…… What can we do? I'll be fired. " Song Qingcheng drooped his head in frustration. It's the same as a steamed bun.
Ji Zhengting directly picked her up and sat on her lap, "who dares to fire the president's wife?"
Unless you don't want to mix!
"I'm not one of those backstage, back door people." Song Qingcheng pouts her lips and is not happy.
Others want their own strength and live on their real abilities.
"What's wrong with designer song accompanying President Ben out for investigation?" Ji Zhengting was playing with her hair in a natural tone.
"What are you looking for?" What about inspection? It's clear that he didn't have a good heart.
Ji Zhengting raised his lips, laughing bad and ruffian, "investigating the relationship between men and women." Then he turned over and pressed her down.
"Hello, red light!"
"Don't worry, your husband is a good driver."……
Two people make a fuss. When they get up and go downstairs for breakfast, it's already nine o'clock.
Therefore, this morning, Tieding accompanied the president of the university to inspect.
It's about half past eleven. They're on their way back. Song Qingcheng felt a little familiar with this road. It wasn't until in front of a building that she remembered where it was.
Ji Zhengting just pulled over the car.
Song Qingcheng opened the car door and got out of the car. Looking at the tall building in front of him, he remembered that more than three years ago, the model drawing of the building had been stolen and sold.
"I didn't expect it to be built so soon." Song Qingcheng looks at Ji Zhengting. However, at the beginning, Ji Zhengting expected the construction time to be within three to five years.
Obviously, this deadline is also normal.
"The sign on the roof was suggested by Mrs. Ji. How about it? Are you satisfied?" Ji Zhengting looked up at the high roof.
Song Qingcheng also looked up. In the dazzling light, she saw two letters, JS, on the roof of the building.
She knew it was the alphabet of their surnames.
"I just suggested adding something to the roof, but I didn't let you add this." Song Qingcheng quite a bit got cheap also sell good meaning.
"But I don't think that's more appropriate." Obviously, Ji Zhengting is very satisfied.
In fact, when she proposed to add something, he had already thought about it.
He built this building for her. It's called Qingcheng building.
……
In the afternoon, song Qingcheng and Ji Zhengting appeared at the gate of the company.
Song Qingcheng was not willing to go upstairs with him, but the chief executive refused to let her go, so he had to carry her directly into the elevator.
Unfortunately, when they were chatting downstairs, they were caught by several employees of the company. A few people, some were shocked, some were quick to respond, and they quickly said hello to the president.
"Good president. Song is a good designer
Some people began to say hello, others quickly put away the redundant expression, followed by greeting.
Song Qingcheng nodded and laughed with everyone, a little embarrassed.