Only then did Song Hengjue realize that Yang Qingheng was following Li Nian. The smile on his face faded and he moved away from the door: "Li Nian is here. Lunch has just been cooked. Let's eat together."

It looks pretty much like that.

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Li Nian, then went to the kitchen to wash his hands and came out to eat, without any intention of hospitality.

Li Nian was not embarrassed and served the meal in a familiar manner.

He raised his eyebrows and pointed at Xu Changchang who was opposite him: "Hey, I really look like you, Mr. Song. Congratulations to Mr. Song on the birth of your son. I wonder when the marriage recognition ceremony will be held?" Which pot should not be opened?

The dinner table was quiet for a few seconds, and the atmosphere felt strange for a moment.

"You can keep your mouth shut if you don't know how to speak." Song Hengjue glared coldly.

Li Nian shrugged his shoulders, looked at Yang Qingheng's not so good expression, and then moved his gaze to Song Hengjue's face. A smile overflowed from the depths of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and put a piece of meat in Xu Changchang's bowl: "Children Eat more to grow taller.”

Xu Changchang pulled out the meat in disgust and looked up at him innocently: "Uncle Li Nian, my father said that it is unhygienic to use your own chopsticks to pick up food for others."

Li Nian's smile froze on his face.

This mouth was probably produced in the same batch as Yang Qingheng's.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows and almost laughed out loud. She rubbed her little head appreciatively and said, "Changchang learns so fast. Ask Auntie to give you a new bowl."

Xu Changchang blinked and pinched his fingers in grievance: "Uncle Li Nian, why are you looking at me like that? Did Changchang do something wrong?"

"How come, I don't like to laugh by nature." Li Nian forced out a stiff smile and took a deep breath.

Xu Changchang said with starry eyes: "I know that Uncle Li Nian is not a stingy person."

In her heart, Song Hengjue is one of her own, and Yang Qingheng who is with Song Hengjue is naturally one of her own. Children are emotionally sensitive. Although she doesn't know what Li Nian's words mean, she can feel that Yang Qingheng is not happy after what he said. , the energy to protect shortcomings suddenly came up.

A stupid kid who doesn't understand anything, does she know that he and she are on the same side?

For the first time, Li Nian felt that a child could be so indebted. He ground his teeth and finally closed his mouth.

The meal ended in a strange atmosphere.

Yang Qingheng took the child to take a nap, and only Song Hengjue and Li Nian were left in the living room.

"By the way, Mr. Song, I would like to ask when you will come back to work." Li Nian took a sip of tea and mentioned casually.

"You know it's very presumptuous." Song Hengjue replied.

Li Nian's face had not adjusted well today. He gritted his teeth and forced out an awkward smile: "I am not thinking about the project you told me last time. I am afraid that others will snatch it away."

What project?

Song Hengjue's fingers paused slightly, his words were vague, and his expression remained unchanged: "During the meeting, I said that the company's affairs would be left to Qingheng to take care of. What, you are not satisfied with my decision?"

Dark and cold eyes glanced at him.

Li Nian's face turned pale and he subconsciously did not dare to meet his eyes: "Of course not. I didn't sleep well last night and my brain is confused. Don't worry, Mr. Song."

Song Hengjue didn't answer, but stared at him meaningfully for a few seconds: "Sometimes, being smart is the stupidest behavior, Li Nian, don't you think so?"

"Mr. Song, you are right." A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Li Nian's neck, but he did not dare to reach out and wipe it away.

All the speculations about Song Hengjue disappeared at this moment.

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