Has President Yu succeeded in chasing his wife today?

Chapter 239 I'm Waiting For You To Come Home
When returning home, Ruan Qiu drove the car, and Yu Qing squinted his eyes and took a nap for a while.

I drank some red wine at dinner and took a few sips, but I didn't expect to feel like I was on the top.

She was curled up on the back seat, her thick, soft hair spread over her face.

There are also strange and mottled scenes in my mind, with countless faces emerging, some laughing, crying, doting... and finally turned into a single face.

She frowned in displeasure, and patted her head in disgust.

As soon as the arm was lowered, the car stopped.

Ruan Qiu clutched her stomach and got out of the car in a hurry, reached out and patted the window on which Yu Qing was leaning, "Qingqing, I'm urgent to urinate, I'm leaving first. If you're not feeling well, just lie down for a while, and wait for me to finish the third emergency." Come out and help you later!"

Yu Qing frowned and said nothing.

She stretched out her hands and rubbed her temples, lay down for about four or five minutes, and then slowly opened the door and got out of the car.

The inside of the car was still quite warm, so when she got out, the chill suddenly spread, and she curled up subconsciously.

Squinting your eyes and looking up at the sky above your head, there is no moon or stars tonight.

She withdrew her gaze, did not take two steps, and suddenly stopped.

His eyes were focused on the century-old tree in front of him. The trunk was very thick, and even in winter, it looked lush and lush.

She looked at the figure beside the tree, so familiar, she recognized it almost instantly.

The drowsiness in his head seemed to wake him up at this moment, but he fell into a second round of intoxication.

She went forward and came to the tree.

The plain white fingertips were chilled by the wind, she looked at the shadow and pursed her lips.

"Depressed?"

"..."

This place was in the limelight, and Yu Qing was half frozen to death just as he stood up.

She didn't know how long this man had been here. Isn't he afraid of the cold?

The shadow under the green tree moved because of her voice.

Yu Yan leaned halfway in front of the tree, it was pitch black, and his expression was naturally unclear.

Hearing Yu Qing's voice, he turned around.

The flickering fireworks at the tip of the fingers were immediately extinguished.

"Go home?"

His voice was low and hoarse, like the heavy accent of a cold patient.

In this kind of winter... no one knows what kind of mood he came here for, and what kind of purpose he stood here blowing the cold wind for an unknown amount of time.

Yu Qing didn't speak. After a few seconds of silence, she reached out and turned on the flashlight.

A flashlight illuminated the scene.

There are a lot of half-smoked or exhausted cigarettes scattered on the altar by the tree.

This is enough to infer how long he has been waiting here.

Maybe... After she left the porridge shop, he was waiting here?
Yu Qing curled up her palms, a little stiff from the wind.

Her voice was as stiff as a hand, "...what are you doing here?"

The light of the flashlight was extremely dazzling at this moment, Yu Yanshen subconsciously reached out to block it.

He stayed in this dark night for too long, even seeing the light felt dazzling.

After getting used to it for a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "What else can I do, wait until you go home."

"..."

Yu Qing felt that her mind was still a little unclear, and her reaction was a little slow.

Why wait for her to come home?

Because... she was angry at that time, so he came to coax her?

Yu Qing's thoughts were still wandering, but the man who was still some distance away suddenly walked in front of her.

(End of this chapter)