Just then the villa door opened.

Aunt Gong just heard the car honking on the second floor, packed the aisle, wiped her hands and came upstairs to open the door.

Seeing that Mr. Gong came back with his wife in his arms, Aunt Gong was stunned and immediately let people into the house.

That night, Mr Yu carried his little wife all the way back to the second floor.

The whole Song Dynasty depends on Mr. Yu’s arms, his hands hanging on his shoulders, and his heart is full of thoughts in the corridor halo. Five years ago, he should not have thought that one day he would be held back to his room by a successful man.

Don’t turn from the first round!

☆ Chapter 311 His marriage with Qingyu in those years was in name only.

It seldom clears up on Sunday.

Song Qingcheng took good things and left home at almost half past ten.

Yu Tingchuan was dressed neatly when she put on her shoes at the door of the shoe cabinet. He put his hands in his trousers pocket and his shirt was stiff. His eyes locked her busy figure. Do you really want me to send you?

It’s good not to see me off.

Song said the whole looked up at him in the past.

Watching his well-dressed appearance, Song Qingcheng chewed out the word taste as if he were a man. At his age, his youthful appearance and steady gathering of edges and corners can affect the dressing effect more than his appearance. It was indeed an excellent hanger.

Song Qingcheng thought that her feet had put on her shoes. She said, Don’t delay!

Listening to her urging words, Yu Tingchuan felt funny in her heart, and her face and eyes became more and more warm. She asked again, Are you sure I can send you?

… Song city admitted that he was shaken.

She hesitated by the shoe cabinet and said, Give me a hug then.

Words fall like shy kannika nimtragol strolling forward.

Yutingchuan took his hand from his trouser pocket.

She got into her arms for a moment.

Song Qingcheng’s face rubs against his shoulder and says goodbye like this. I can’t help but want to hug Yu Tingchuan. The breath of the whole person makes her feel a sense of belonging, just like a young bird leaving the nest will eventually return to the warm nest after midnight.

Yu Tingchuan held her hand and cut her shoulders for a while. Do you still feel sick when you get up early today?

A little, but not bad.

Song said the whole withdraw hand slowly let him go.

She stepped back and looked at Yu Tingchuan’s eyes. Then I really have to go.

Today, Song Qingcheng wore a beige coat with college style, which was newly bought years ago. After pregnancy, she began to wear sticky hook and loop shoes to avoid stumbling over shoelaces.

Lao Zhao has got the car ready.

Take care of yourself Yu Tingchuan exhorted.

Song Qingcheng nodded and picked up his backpack and went out from the villa.

Yu Tingchuan watched her walk all the way to the car at the door of the long villa.

Laozhao opened the back door for Song Qingcheng.

Just then the phone rang.

Looking at Song Qingcheng got into the car, Yutingchuan took out his mobile phone until the car left him and turned back to the villa while answering the words.

……

Song Qingcheng didn’t let Lao Zhao send her to the top of the mountain.

At about ten o’clock in the afternoon, a black Mercedes slowly stopped in front of the sightseeing license plate.

Fengling Mountain is a famous scenic spot in Nancheng.

Lao Zhao began to feel uneasy. He knew that the pregnant boss of the whole Song Dynasty didn’t deliberately hide from what he planned to personally send people to the right place.

Just send it here.