Song Qingrui's eyes deepened, and he leaned in for a kiss, "Good boy, you accompany Yueyue to play projects, and I'll chat with your brother for a while. It's okay that your brother has low emotional intelligence. He still wants to save face, and I'm worried to death.

If you don't help me, your mother may never have a grandchild in her lifetime."

"Are you sure my mother won't be mad to death if she finds out?" Lin Fanyue asked quietly.

"Emotional matters can't be solved with just one slap. Your brother needs to be able to let it go, so he won't be single for so many years."

Song Qingrui smiled and said, "One is your brother and the other is my cousin. If it were anyone else, I really wouldn't be able to help you."

"Yes, yes, you have high emotional intelligence, so you might as well change your career and open a marriage agency."

Lin Fanyue walked away after teasing her. Anyway, she was too lazy to enlighten her brother for fear of being angry to death.

Song Qingrui took the initiative: [Brother, if you need anything, you can always ask me for help.]

Lin Fansen, who was racking his brains across the street, fell silent when he saw this. After a moment, he deleted the words he had worked so hard to organize and said directly: "Your sister is angry."

Song Qingrui: [Apologise, coax her, care about her, be proactive, men don’t take face too seriously, of course, if you don’t like her as a person, just pretend I didn’t say anything.]

Lin Fansen looked at the text message and fell silent.

Song Junyue stayed in the bedroom the whole night and didn't come out. He couldn't get in, so he had to find a quilt in the second bedroom and lie on the sofa outside.

The next day, he got up early, rolled up his sleeves, and started preparing breakfast.

When she was almost done, Song Junyue finally came out with a glass of water. She put on a chic French niche shirt and paired it with a burgundy long skirt. Her capable and elegant temperament in the workplace was clearly visible.

But when Lin Fansen saw her dress, his brows knitted together tightly, "Are you going to work today?"

"Um."

Song Junyue put the cup on the water dispenser and poured a cup of 40-degree warm water.

"You...you got stitches yesterday, can you go to work today?" Lin Fansen's dark pupils flashed with disapproval, "Don't put off work for a day, don't make fun of your body."

After taking several sips of warm water, Song Junyue glanced at him with slightly surprised eyes, "Are you talking to me?"

"I'm just talking to you here. I don't know how to talk to you, why should I talk to the air?" Lin Fansen was irritated by her sarcastic eyes.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to care about my body. The sun comes out from the west." Song Junyue deliberately glanced out the window twice and said calmly, "Don't let me remind you how I got this injury. You alone

It’s so weird for an abuser to say something like that.”

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault."

Lin Fansen's handsome face was stretched tightly by being squeezed, and coupled with his paralyzed face, the apology did not seem to have much sincerity, but seemed to be just a matter of course.

Song Junyue gave him a slightly disappointed look, drank the water, turned back to the room, picked up her bag and left.

Lin Fansen, who was getting a bowl in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran after her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her side.

Song Junyue suddenly felt a tearing pain somewhere. In addition, she had a fever yesterday and her body was very weak. Being pulled like this, her body suddenly staggered and fell into his chest, and the bag in her hand also fell to the ground in pain.

"You have breakfast before you leave." After Lin Fansen finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that her brows were tightly knitted together, and her upper lip was biting her lower lip hard, as if she was holding back the pain.

He panicked and suddenly understood, "Are you...are you okay? I..."

"Fan Sen, do you want me to die?" Song Junyue endured the pain and pushed him away, standing up with strength, "If you don't let me hurt, don't torture me, won't you feel comfortable?"

Lin Fansen's body stiffened. For a grown man, he was a little at a loss. "I just want you to have breakfast before leaving."

"But I don't want to eat what you cooked." Song Junyue looked up at him. He didn't understand at all how much she had looked forward to her married life before, but now she was really afraid. She needed to sort out those thoughts.

Lin Fansen frowned and looked at her, and finally he just carried her to the chair without any fuss, "If you don't want to eat, you have to give it to me."


Chapter completed!