Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Song Yang put away the side table and helped her make the bed flat, "I take care of you, not for you to invest money in me. The script is not bad for two days, I'll read it after you recover from illness."

Zhong Ying originally wanted to take advantage of this free time to read the script, but now it's over, there is nothing else to do.

After that, Song Yang stopped chatting with her and went to work by the window with his laptop.

At the same time, he also took away her mobile phone, and if there is a call, he will help her deal with it first.

Of course, Zhong Ying was at ease when the work was entrusted to him.

No matter what people say, she is also the CEO of a listed company. If she condescends to be an assistant, what else can she choose.

Zhong Ying was lying dry, bored, so she looked at the man in the distance from a woman's perspective.

Apart from his handsome appearance and almost perfect figure, he actually has an aura that women like very much.

sense of security.

Under normal circumstances, her sense of security is given by herself.

But at this moment, Song Yang was by her side, and Zhong Ying felt very at ease.

The tight strings in my head gradually loosened, and I finally felt tired.

Just like the tiredness after taking the college entrance examination and finishing the last subject.

……

Zhong Ying fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

The attending doctor came to make rounds and confirmed that she was fine, so she was discharged from the hospital.

Song Yang drove her home, and she sat in the co-pilot.

After the evening rush hour, there was not much traffic on the road, Zhong Ying lowered the car window, and took a deep breath of the fireworks in the world.

She also died a little this time.

People who have died once will indeed change their mood.

Sitting in the car before, her eyes would either be fixed on the tablet on her lap, or stared at something in a daze.

Now she is happy to look out the window and breathe the outside air.

There is the aroma of food in the air, there is also the dusty smell of fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, and there is a faint fragrance.

The fragrance continued to waft, and after distinguishing it for a while, I realized that it was some kind of cologne Song Yang used.

She hadn't noticed his smell before.

Maybe it's because I've been in contact with him a lot in the past two days, and I can even notice the smell of his cologne.

But he's leaving tonight.

When I was discharged from the hospital just now, I heard him call, as if there was something to ask him to deal with.

"Are you going to the airport soon?"

"Well, fly to Haicheng tonight."

Zhong Ying nodded, stared out of the window for a while, and asked him, "Is it urgent?"

Song Yang turned his head to look at her, then looked away again, and continued to look at the road ahead.

"There are still a few hours, I can stay with you for a while."

"Farewell, you can take me directly to the hotel. The hotel has a butler to take care of me. It's just opposite my company. After you send me off, just go to the airport."

Zhong Ying didn't look at him when he spoke.

He only heard a "hmm" and didn't say anything.

At the intersection, he parked in the left-turn lane.

While waiting for the traffic lights, he took out his mobile phone, and Zhong Ying noticed that he had opened the ticket booking software and was operating something.

"Did the flight take off normally?"

"Well, no delay."

Zhong Ying nodded and continued to look out the window.

She remembered some things when she was a child. The neighbor's brother came to her house to play. He was actually looking for her elder brother, but she dragged him to accompany her. When it was dark, she knew that her brother had to go home for dinner, so she sat on the swing On the chair, swinging alone.

The elder brother walked to the door and said to her: Xiaoying, brother is gone!

She said "hmm", and without looking at others, she swung the swing very high.

The setting sun covered the entire yard, and it wasn't warm at all. As the swing moved up and down, the cool air of the night was brought along her calves and slipped into her skirt.

That may be the first taste of sadness she tasted, cool and empty.

Just like now.

She lazily raised her head and glanced at the road sign.

Suddenly realized that Song Yang was in the wrong way, turning left was going back to her house, and going straight was going to the hotel.

"Song Yang, you are in the wrong lane. The hotel should go straight, before you reach the solid line, you should find a space and go there."

He gave an absent-minded "um" but didn't move the car.

"If you don't move anymore, there will be too many cars and it will be difficult to change lanes."

He put away his mobile phone and looked at her: "My flight has been changed. I guess I have to stay at your house for an extra day. Are you still going to the hotel?"

Zhong Ying was taken aback.

"You live at my house, of course I won't go to the hotel."

How can there be a reason why guests live at home and live in a hotel by yourself!

"Well, then there is no need to change lanes."

He turned left, waited until the red light turned green, followed the car in front through the intersection, and drove in the direction of her house.

Zhong Ying asked him why he changed his contract suddenly, and why he left in no hurry.

"Stay with you for two more days. If you are like this, I don't feel relieved to leave."

Zhong Ying laughed and said, "You really treat me like a child."

"It's no different from a child. His thoughts are written on his face." Song Yang glanced at her with a smile on his lips, with some unclear meaning.

Zhong Ying is a frank person, she doesn't like to hide her emotions.

He was right, she didn't want him to go.

She enjoys being alone and is used to being alone, but she always eats something, and she feels sick when she eats too much.

The thought that she would have to be alone after returning home, and she could only talk to the robot vacuum cleaner, made her sick.

Zhong Ying thought to himself, it is really the greatest tragedy for a person who enjoys being single to suddenly suffer from loneliness phobia.

"Then it doesn't matter if you work?" she asked Song Yang.

"It's not as important as you."

Zhong Ying was stunned for a moment, "Don't say such nasty words suddenly, making me think you're empathizing with someone else, you don't love Xia Xia, and you're in love with me."

He laughed, "It turns out that Miss Zhong also has a love brain."

The corners of Zhong Ying's mouth twitched, "It's not about empathy, it's because you want to stare at me, let me read your script quickly, and invest money in you early."

"If you think about this, you might as well think about what to eat tomorrow morning, and I will make it for you."

Speaking of this, Zhong Ying is no longer sleepy, and her autistic phobia is all gone, "You made that barbecue floss sandwich once before, it was delicious, make it for me tomorrow."

"What do you drink? Coconut milk?"

"Yep."

Song Yang looked at her with a smile, "Do you have all the ingredients at home?"

"There is nothing at home."

"...Then what did you say?"

"Just go to the store to buy it later! What a big deal!"

So on the way home, the two went to the supermarket again.

Zhong Ying had just recovered from a serious illness, and after a small death, she naturally didn't need to take anything. Song Yangzhen became her follower, following her with two large bags of ingredients.

As for the food they purchased, it was abundant and in large quantities. Those who didn't know it thought Song Yang would live in her house.

After all, it is impossible for her to cook by herself. She doesn't even have a home, so she can't finish eating so much.

But she doesn't go to the supermarket often. When she enters the supermarket, she wants to get everything, so she makes two big bags.

The two walked and chatted, and came to Song Yang's parking lot.

Maybe it was because the two of them were so engaged in chatting that no one noticed that not far away, between the gap between the two cars, a man was hiding behind the rear of the car.

The man was holding the camera, and the lens was aimed at the two of them, taking many pictures in succession.