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"No, I can take care of it by myself." Yang Qingheng refused. Tang Bainian probably didn't welcome Song Hengjue very much. If the two of them met, she didn't need to think about how bad the atmosphere would be.

"It's so heavy, can you lift it? I'll go with you and it will save you trouble," Song Hengjue said reluctantly, insisting on achieving his goal, "I just saw you swaying when walking, so don't fall while carrying the thing."

Which pot does not open which pot.

"If you tell me again, will you believe me or not?" Yang Qingheng wanted to throw the Tremella soup in his face. Who did she do this to? He still had the nerve to say it.

Song Hengjue touched his nose and did not dare to speak anymore.

But he followed her step by step, and finally got into Yang Qingheng's car as he wished.

When they arrived at the place, Yang Qingheng opened the courtyard door and headed inside.

Song Hengjue followed up with a quick step, forcefully holding her hand in his palm and clasping his fingers tightly.

"Are you bothered?" Yang Qingheng frowned and waved his hands. He always felt that since the conversation last night, this man has become too clingy. Can he feel a little more distant?

Song Hengjue didn't know what distance Yang Qingheng was thinking, otherwise he would be so angry that he would explode.

He is not an outsider. They share the same bed at night. If they want a sense of distance, they clearly dislike him for being clingy and ignorant.

However, he didn't have the ability to read minds. He just thought that Yang Qingheng was still angry about what happened last night, so he pinched her knuckles to please her: "I'll just hold it."

When the living room door opened, Yang Qingheng saw Tang Bainian inside, sitting on the sofa, wearing home clothes. It seemed that he did not go to work today.

Secretary Qian was actually there.

"I'll come back and pack my things. You can do your own business and ignore me." Yang Qingheng thought she had disturbed them when they were talking about work, so she smiled sheepishly, changed her slippers, and took another pair from the shoe cabinet. Put on new slippers for Song Hengjue.

"It's okay, do you want me to help?" Tang Bainian glanced across the two people's clasped hands. A pair of silver rings stung his eyes, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Song Hengjue wanted this effect. He glanced at Tang Bainian provocatively and followed Yang Qingheng step by step. He smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm helping Qingheng move things. Do you mind if I come in?"

Under Yang Qingheng's eyes, how could Tang Bainian say no? He could only swallow his anger and put on a stiff smile: "How could it be possible? Mr. Song thinks that people are too stingy."

Yang Qingheng pretended not to know about the turbulent undercurrent between the two of them, and walked in with an expression as usual.

Song Hengjue was not in a hurry to go upstairs to help her pack her things. He sat down opposite Tang Bainian and said shamelessly: "Why are you calling Mr. Song one after another now? He is so unfamiliar. After all, we were friends before, and you I want to thank you for taking care of Qing Heng for me for so many years, just call me Heng Jue like before."

These words were like stabbing a knife into Tang Bainian's heart, until his heart was bloody.

Secretary Qian next to him trembled all over and subconsciously looked at Tang Bainian. The man's face was indeed dark.

I almost cursed in my heart.

This shameless vixen really made him proud.

The more I look at my director, the more pitiful I feel for him.

Even if the wife divorces him, now she still has to be pissed off by the mistress.

Song Hengjue looked at Tang Bainian's ugly face and let out a deep breath of anger in his heart. He even felt that the cold face he received from Yang Qingheng just for coming here was worth it.

Damn Tang Bainian, he and his Qingheng were clearly not husband and wife, but they deliberately fooled him and caused him to misunderstand that Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian had a child, which made him sour and sad for so long.

If you don’t piss him off to death today, his surname is not Song.

Tang Bainian was not impatient, and his expression returned to normal in just a second: "Qingheng and I have been in a relationship for so many years, and we should do everything we should. There is no need to say thank you."

This was a mockery that he was not qualified to say thank you to Yang Qingheng. Song Hengjue heard it and gritted his teeth. He was about to say something when he saw Yang Qingheng going upstairs and quickly followed.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite him went up the stairs faster than him, and slightly curled his lips at him: "I sorted out many of Qingheng's things. I know which drawer they should be placed in, so I'd better clean them up, Song." Sir is a guest, just sit aside and rest."

Song Hengjue's expression changed due to his stimulation.

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw this scene. She complained secretly in her heart. She didn't have much foresight and dared to compare green tea with Tang Bainian. Isn't this just giving her face to others for rubbing?

But when she noticed the aggrieved look from Song Hengjue, she softened her heart and hooked her hand: "You didn't mean to help me clean up, what are you doing standing there, are you lazy?"

Although he was scolded, Song Hengjue felt inexplicably happy. Yang Qingheng was not scolded by everyone. Yang Qingheng would not even say a word to people with whom he had a bad relationship.

Tang Bainian looked proudly and followed Yang Qingheng's room: "Don't be lazy."

Tang Bainian pursed his lips, paused, turned and walked downstairs.

Secretary Qian inexplicably saw disappointment in his back, and looked at the back of his head sympathetically.

In order not to miss his wife's return to pack things, he took a day off. He didn't expect to be angered by the vixen. If he went through this, he would explode and tear Song Hengjue to pieces on the spot.

My director is really good-tempered and broad-minded. In order not to embarrass his wife, he didn't care about that vixen. He must have gone downstairs to feel sad.

He sighed and shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity that domestic flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers. After all, my wife is young and can't resist the temptation outside.

Song Hengjue didn't know that he was being scolded again. He was taking Yang Qingheng's clothes and putting them into the suitcase with his hands and feet. When he saw the contents of the cabinet on the side clearly, his lip lines tightened, and the sourness in his heart welled up again.

The sweaters that Yang Qingheng said she wanted to buy for him before but were taken away by Tang Bainian were neatly hung in the closet. Maybe Tang Bainian, that bitch, still wore them every day.

Song Hengjue felt like he was about to explode with anger, and reached out to pull off those clothes.

"What are you doing standing here? Get to work quickly." Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue slacking off and reminded him.

Song Hengjue felt guilty and closed the cabinet door suddenly: "I...I'll clean it up right away."