Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

what--!

He's here!

Song Xinya's beautiful eyes darted around, curving into two soft arcs, as she gently stroked the hair by her ear.

"You're still awake?"

Her clear eyes sparkled as she stared directly into the camera's eyes.

It was a small, round, black ball, nothing special, but she kept staring at it.

It's as if I want to see him on the other side through this eye.

Unfortunately, human eyes don't have X-ray vision, so she couldn't see anything.

Qin Yuhe's perception was the complete opposite of hers. He could see her face clearly, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently, making him feel as if a breeze was blowing on his face.

"I've been working in the office all day today."

He proactively explained the time, place, and events, the subtext being, "And you, what have you been doing today?"

Song Xinya realized that the other person wanted her to reciprocate, so she replied, "I work during the day, and after get off work I went out for barbecue with my colleagues."

"Since I haven't been to work for a while, I'll treat my colleagues to a barbecue to strengthen our relationships."

Qin Yuhe, who was originally sitting upright with broad shoulders and a straight back, leaned back against the chair upon hearing this, his right hand resting on the armrest, a sharp-tipped fountain pen between his fingers.

Do you like barbecue?

Song Xinya: "I like it."

Qin Yuhe: "Why didn't you take me out to eat when I was at home?"

Song Xinya likes the same things as most girls: milk tea, spicy hot pot, barbecue, snail rice noodles, and durian.

Qin Yuhe's favorite foods include Hong Kong-style dim sum, Alba white truffles, bluefin tuna, Alaskan king crab, and Canadian peony shrimp.

It wasn't that he deliberately sought out these top-quality, expensive ingredients, but rather that he grew up eating these foods.

Ma Boyong once said in "The Foodies of the South": "The tastes a person develops in childhood are hard to change no matter how many places they travel to or how old they get."

In Song Xinya's subconscious, she felt that eating barbecue in a smoky, noisy barbecue restaurant was not a good match for Qin Yuhe, and that Qin Yuhe would not like barbecue.

So far, she has never eaten barbecue with him.

In that moment of thought, she heard Qin Yuhe say, "Do you remember the last time you made barbecue for Song Tingye, Qin Yuyan, and the other two in the yard?"

Song Xinya: "I remember."

That day, Song Xuanli brought Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying over to sign the equity transfer agreement for Yating Education Technology Co., Ltd. with her, and Qin Yuhe helped her obtain the Song family's household registration book.

Qin Yuhe: "That day you made barbecue for Song Tingye and the others, but you didn't let me eat any."

Song Xinya: "..."

She explained, "You were quite busy with work that day, so I didn't go to the study to bother you. Also, I figured you don't like barbecue, so I didn't invite you to eat it."

Qin Yuhe: "I like to eat."

Song Xinya wanted to say, "You like to eat, but I don't see you eating it usually."

She didn't say that, as it might sound like she was being argumentative.

She winked at the camera and said, "Next time we meet, I'll take you out for barbecue."

Qin Yuhe's lips curled up: "Okay."

Hearing the gentleness in his words, Song Xinya smiled and said, "Then I'll go take a shower first."

Qin Yuhe: "I will continue with my work."

Before leaving, Song Xinya patted the camera's head with her palm.

The image on Qin Yuhe's phone swayed like ripples on water, making his vision blurry.

Song Xinya walked away with a sly smile.

When she came out of the shower, her hair was half-dry, her long hair hanging damply over her fair shoulders, her lips were red and full, and her eyes were filled with a layer of shimmering mist.

She glanced at the camera, walked over, leaned forward, and her eyes were directly facing the camera through the chest area of ​​her halter dress.

"Hello, hello, this is Qin Yuhe."

A low, deep laugh reached his ears, followed by the man's reply.

"Hello, hello, received from Song Xinya."

So he's still around.

Song Xinya asked, "Were you watching me the whole time?"

Qin Yuhe: No, you closed the door when you were taking a shower, so I couldn't see you.

He deliberately changed the subject, even though he knew perfectly well that wasn't what she was asking.

Song Xinya: "Do you keep monitoring software running on your phone?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."

Song Xinya straightened up, her snow-white cleavage pressed together, flashing across the screen.

She moved a chair over, sat in front of the camera, and chatted with Qin Yuhe on the other side.

"Won't you miss messages and it affect your work if you keep the monitoring software on your phone all the time?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, I have two phones."

Song Xinya: "How come I didn't know you had two cell phones?"

Qin Yuhe: "These are new ones I bought after coming to Shanghai. One is for work, and the other is for..."

He gazed at her fair and delicate face on the screen.

"It's up to you."

Song Xinya suddenly felt her cheeks burning, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her pupils shimmering.

She rested her arms on the table, her face on her arms, and looked at the camera with a gentle and charming expression, appearing obedient and well-behaved.

"Do you still have a lot of work to do?"

Qin Yuhe glanced at the tall stack of documents on the table and replied, "Not many."

If he tries to say more, her next response is always, "Then you go back to work," and she won't chat with him anymore.

Song Xinya: "Then we can chat for a while longer."

Qin Yuhe: "Let's chat."

Song Xinya continued chatting with him, from what she ate for lunch and what drinks she had, to which skewers were the best when she had barbecue, and the stray dog ​​she encountered on her way home. They were all very small things in life, and he listened attentively without getting impatient, occasionally humming in agreement to show that he was there.

Song Xinya looked up at the clock on the wall and suddenly realized that she had been rambling on for an hour.

Time flies.

"You didn't fall asleep from my nagging, did you?"

Qin Yuhe: "No, what you said was very interesting."

Song Xinya smiled somewhat embarrassedly, stating that her straightforward explanation was hardly interesting.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep."

She waved at the camera: "Bye."

Qin Yuhe replied with a "Bye".

In the stillness of the night, the sound of a woman's calm and gentle breathing could be heard in the bedroom.

Qin Yuhe sat upright, his long, slender fingers gripping a black fountain pen as he made annotations on a document.

Bright light shone on his hands, and his fair, smooth skin reflected a shimmering glow.

The silky smooth skin meandered along the back of the hand, ending abruptly at the palm.

The pleasing beauty also vanished abruptly in the palm of your hand.

His palms were covered with crisscrossing scars.

The burns have not fully healed, and holding the pen for a long time causes a stinging, tight, and tearing sensation in the palm of Qin Yuhe's hand. He needs to put down the pen from time to time to relax and move his hand.

As he rotated his wrist, he heard a notification sound from the surveillance video.

The phone on the bedside table lit up.

[Honey, I'm home.]

Tian Tianquan is sending a message to Song Xinya to let her know she is safe.

At this moment, Tian Tianquan was standing at the entrance of the building, with Chen Siyan standing opposite her.

He was tall and imposing, and his shadow fell upon her, completely enveloping her slender figure, giving her a sense of aggression.

Tian Tianquan has a feeling that she is about to be swallowed up.

She took three steps back in quick succession.

Chen Siyan walked forward, approaching her step by step.

His dark shadow once again enveloped her completely.

Tian Tian kept backing away, her heel hit a rock, and she fell headfirst into the green belt.

"Ah—! Help!"

Chen Siyan hooked his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

Suddenly, the world spun before her eyes, and she was pinned against the wall by him.

The man's strong, hard body pressed tightly against her.

Tian Tianquan blushed deeply.

He can establish something so easily; he must be a reincarnation of a teddy bear!

Chen Siyan breathed into her ear, coaxing, "Brother has super long battery life, like a Nanfu battery. Come to my house, brother will let you experience amazing endurance..."