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With wandering eyes, he picked up the suitcase on the ground and ran downstairs: "Fuck, I'll work now."

"Nervous." Yang Qingheng muttered, stuffing the skin care products on the table into the suitcase.

When Tang Bainian came up with Xuan Xuan in his arms, she had almost finished cleaning up. The originally full room was half empty. His heart was also empty, and his fingers contracted unconsciously.

Xuanxuan, who had been staying quietly in his arms, was pinched painfully by him. She let out a cry of dissatisfaction, scratched his coat, rushed towards Yang Qingheng, and jumped on her shoulders.

"Good boy, give me a hug." Yang Qingheng chuckled, took a sip on its neck, and pinched its little ears lovingly.

Xuanxuan seemed to feel something. He didn't struggle today and actually stayed in her arms and turned his belly inside out.

After all, he raised the cub with his own hands. Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, feeling reluctant to give up. She looked at Tang Bainian hesitantly: "You are busy with work and always on business trips. Why don't I take Xuanxuan away?"

But I dare not hold out any hope.

Sure enough, Tang Bainian shook his head without hesitation, reached out and rubbed Xuan Xuan's little head: "Leave it to me, I can take good care of it."

"Yeah, okay." Although Yang Qingheng was a little disappointed, he didn't mention it again and concentrated on stuffing the last cosmetics into his suitcase.

What Song Hengjue saw when he entered the door was the backs of the two of them. Tang Bainian was very close to them, looking extremely intimate.

My heart suddenly exploded, damn vixen!

He strode over, squeezed into the narrow gap between the two of them, and shouted, "Qingheng, have you packed up? Let's finish packing quickly and go back for lunch."

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed slightly, a flash of displeasure quickly flashed in his eyes, and he gently pinched Xuanxuan's pink cushion.

Xuanxuan obviously still remembered the incident when he pinched it at the door just now. He turned around and jumped to the side with a slightest sound, just in time to reach Song Hengjue's shoulder.

"Ah! Go away!" Song Hengjue turned pale with fright and almost jumped from the window, waving his hands and feet in panic.

In his eyes, this cat is simply a savage beast. He can even tolerate a mouse on his body, but he cannot accept a cat with sharp mouth and fangs.

The psychological shadow of his childhood suddenly enveloped him. Song Hengjue felt dizzy and his ankle began to hurt again.

"Xuanxuan, get down." Yang Qingheng turned back suddenly and shouted quickly.

Xuan Xuan looked back at her, and finally jumped down aggrievedly, glanced at Song Hengjue with his head tilted, and walked out the door with his head raised proudly.

Before Song Hengjue could recover from the shock, he saw a flash of schadenfreude in Tang Bainian's eyes beside him. He still didn't understand that this wicked thing had brought his long-haired son here on purpose. The anger in his heart suddenly jumped up to half a meter high.

His eyes flashed slightly, he touched his back and took a breath: "It seems to have been scratched."

"How could it be? I just trimmed its nails a few days ago," Yang Qingheng was surprised, stretched out her hand and pulled his collar, anxiously, "Let me see where the injury is."

Concern leads to chaos, but there is no doubt at all.

Song Hengjue glanced at Tang Bainian with his peripheral vision, and without any struggle, he obediently let Yang Qingheng pull open his collar. The two of them looked harmonious without any shame at all, as if they were an old couple.

"How are you? Are you scratched?" Feeling that his back was exposed to the air, Song Hengjue got goosebumps on his arms.

Yang Qingheng saw the scene on his back clearly, blood rushed to his head, and he pulled up his clothes in a panic.

There were a few slight scratches on the man's back, which were extremely obvious on his fair skin, but! This was scratched by a cat. It was clearly left behind by their mischief last night.

You don't need to think about it to know how intense the two of them were last night.

"No...no." Yang Qingheng's voice trembled, and she was so embarrassed that she almost found a crack in the ground to get in.

This shameless bitch!

Tang Bainian couldn't hold it any longer, his face was chapped with pride, and he was so angry that he almost fainted. If Yang Qingheng wasn't still here, he would have wanted to beat the vixen Song Hengjue to death with his fists.

How dare!

How dare he!

After watching the drama in front of him, Secretary Qian silently took his foot back and sympathized even more with Tang Bainian.

This vixen has some tricks up her sleeve, no wonder he was able to seduce the lady like this.

Yesterday, the director just divorced his wife, and last night his little lover rolled onto her bed. Didn't he press Tang Bainian's face to the ground and rub it?

Song Hengjue noticed the hostile gazes of the two people, and did not feel ashamed. Instead, he was extremely proud. He buttoned up his shirt slowly and buttoned several buttons for five minutes, fearing that Tang Bainian would not die of anger.

Yang Qingheng looked at his sullen expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched. She still didn't understand what his intention was. She almost laughed out of breath and slapped him on the head: "Hurry up and get to work!"

Song Hengjue achieved her goal, feeling refreshed and not annoyed even after being slapped. Instead, he grabbed her hand and squeezed her soft fingers to please her. It was like she had been injected with stimulants. He held a few boxes and headed toward her. He rushed downstairs and carried all Yang Qingheng's luggage down within a few minutes.

"It's been a long time since I bothered you. I'll treat you to dinner another day when I have time." Yang Qingheng stood up and said politely to Tang Bainian.

Ever since she knew those things, she could never convince herself to stand in front of him as easily as before.

Tang Bainian keenly felt her change, and his heart sank, but he could only pretend not to know, smiled and shook his head: "We have signed an agreement, mutually beneficial things, how can it be considered trouble? You said this You’re so polite, I’ll remember the meal.”

When he said the last sentence, he joked.

Yang Qingheng nodded, said nothing, walked around Secretary Qian and went out, and sat in the car with Song Hengjue.

Secretary Qian watched the two of them leave, and his department director didn't seem to be in a good mood either. He took the planning case he had brought over with great discernment and left quietly, leaving Tang Bainian's space.

The door of the living room closed gently, and everything returned to calm. Tang Bainian looked at the door panel quietly for an unknown period of time before falling on the sofa dejectedly.

Xuanxuan was playing with the cat scratching post on the ground. At this moment, he also felt the owner's emotions keenly. He stopped what he was doing, hesitantly ran over, raised his little head and barked at him a few times.

Tang Bainian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reached out to take it into his arms. The turbulent sadness and reluctance that had been suppressed in his eyes finally broke out, and the ends of his eyes were reddish and moist.

Everything related to Yang Qingheng is the only thing left.

Xuanxuan felt uncomfortable being covered by him, but rarely scratched him and stayed quietly in his arms.

As soon as he got in the car, Yang Qingheng's expression changed. He pressed Song Hengjue on the seat and said angrily: "Song Hengjue, you really don't have any shame! It's fun to play with me? Huh?"