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Wen Shuyue was not in the mood to go back to the company to accept everyone's suspicion. She didn't even have lunch. She went back to he Siming's home physically and mentally.

"Miss Wen is back." Sister Zhang was cleaning the living room when she saw that Wen Shuyue didn't even bother to change her high-heeled shoes, so she came in and asked suspiciously.

Wen Shuyue nodded listlessly and went straight upstairs. Sister Zhang watched her go back to her room with some worry.

Back to the room, Wen Shuyue took the door with her backhand, threw the bag on the sofa at will, and then fell on the bed. Slowly, she fell asleep.

Soon after work, he Siming drove directly back to the villa. He wanted to come back early to cook for Wen Shuyue's mother and son. As a result, sister-in-law Zhang came to her just after changing her shoes.

"You are back!" Mrs. Zhang asked with concern.

"Well." He Siming naturally put his briefcase in Mrs. Zhang's hand.

"Before they come back, sister-in-law Zhang, please make dinner for me." He Siming walked in the direction of the kitchen, untied the button on his sleeve, and rolled up his sleeve slightly. His noble spirit was natural.

"Mr. He, Miss Wen, she's back a long time ago." After he Siming, Mrs. Zhang reminded her that she was worried and concerned.

He Siming stopped, turned his head and asked, "when did you come back?"

"Miss Wen came back just after noon, and she didn't even change her shoes. She went straight into the room to have a rest. Up to now, there is no movement." Mrs. Zhang said directly about Wen Shuyue's abnormality. She understood the relationship between Mr. He and Miss Wen. Now Miss Wen is obviously in a bad mood. Of course, it should be Mr. He to coax her.

After hearing this, he Siming walked upstairs directly. His eyebrows wrinkled to a good extent. It's not hard to see his concern.

Open the door, he Siming saw Wen Shuyue collapsed on the bed, body down, face still buried in the quilt. He Siming has a bad idea in his heart. He wants to check Wen Shuyue's breath in a hurry. As soon as he kneels on the bed, the people next to him slowly raise their heads, open their hazy eyes and look at him innocently.

He Siming's heartbeat slowed down gradually. He stretched out his hand to caress Wen Shuyue's broken hair and asked, "how long have you been asleep?"

"Yes, I'm a little tired, so I'll sleep more. What time is it?" Wen Shuyue straightened up and gently rubbed her eyes which had not been fully opened.

"It's almost time for dinner." He Siming noticed the fatigue in her eyes. Did the recent participation in the design competition and cooperation put too much pressure on her?

"Well, I'll go and cook." Wen Shuyue got up to make dinner.

He Siming pulled her, made her sit back on the bed, looked directly at herself, and said faintly, "what's the matter? Is it recent events that are under too much pressure? Shall I arrange for an extension? "

"No, No." Wen Shuyue denied that she had been told by the outside world that he Siming was in charge. If she did this again, she would not be able to get along with the company.

"You need to rest." He Siming's face is not very good. Wen Shuyue seems to be in a bad state and has to rest.

Wen Shuyue looked at he Siming's caring look and felt warm in her heart. She held out his warm hand and said with a gentle smile, "don't worry, there's nothing. I just need to have a rest, really."

"Mommy, I'm back." At this time, baby Wen appeared at the door of the room, and saw them sitting by the bed hand in hand. For a moment, he had a naughty smile that I knew: "Mommy, Dad, why don't you close the door? It's not good to be seen by children. Besides, it's time for dinner. "

Wen Baobao finished and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet. He also closed the door for them. He Siming's face is as black as carbon, and Wen Shuyue's cheek is a little red. This kid, who taught him all this!

"Well, I'll go and cook." Wen Shuyue awkwardly gets up, wants to escape this suddenly some ambiguous space, some heat.

As soon as Wen Shuyue took two steps, he Siming was pressed on his shoulder by the people behind him. He got up and went out first. He said in a light tone: "I'll do it. You just wait to eat."

Wen Shuyue is held back by him. He staggers to watch him walk out. He Siming's back is straight and straight. Facing the big chandelier on the roof of the villa, Wen Shuyue feels like watching the hero of an idol drama. Thinking of he Siming's concern for herself today, Wen Shuyue thinks it's right not to tell him that he has been disqualified from the design competition. With his concern, she is satisfied and can't let him solve it for herself every time.

In the end, Wen Shuyue went into the kitchen to give a hand to he Siming. In fact, she didn't even give a hand. She just wiped the sweat that didn't exist at all, and then carried a plate, just like a little girl in the kitchen. Seeing that the couple wanted to cook together, Mrs. Zhang quit early.

The smell of rice soon floated from the kitchen into the living room. Wenbao poked his head out from the corridor on the second floor, took a deep breath of the full smell of food, and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, dad is cooking!"

Wen Shuyue happened to come out from the kitchen and heard Wen Baobao's excited voice. She said, "Wen Baobao, why didn't I hear you so looking forward to my cooking before?""Well." Wen Baobao scratched his head bitterly and said to Wen Shuyue in embarrassment: "Mommy, I'm still a child and I don't want to learn to lie.

"Baby Wendy! What are you talking about? " Wen Shuyue's heart suddenly became very angry. She really didn't expect that her son, who was brought up by herself, would treat her like this.

"Mommy, I still have homework to finish. Call me after dinner." Aware of mummy's anger, wenbaobao quickly hides in the room, closes the door, breathes a long breath, and no longer contacts with the outside world.

Wen Shuyue looked at the door slammed shut on the second floor, a black line, she is so frightening.

"Serve the dishes." His voice came from the kitchen.

"Here we are." Wen Shuyue quickly put the dish on the table and went back to the kitchen.

Soon the dinner was ready. Baby Wen came down to eat in time and competed with his father to bring food to Wen Shuyue. Wen Shuyue looked at the appearance of this big and small play, the haze in her heart swept away.

On the second day, Wen Shuyue appeared in the company on time. As soon as she entered the company path, she knocked on the door.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Gu is calling for you. It's probably for the national fashion design competition." The path said with some worry.

"Well, I'll be there in a minute." Wen Shuyue just sat down and wanted to see the design draft first.

"No need." Gu Ning's voice rang out at the door.

"President Gu." Xiaodao respectfully greets Gu Ning.

Wen Shuyue just sat there looking at Gu Ning, and didn't want to get up.

"Shuyue, you are still calm." Gu Ning's face with anger, but obviously not ready to burst out.