The beloved one is back, and the CEO of the Holy Son is seeking to get back together every day.

At this time, Aunt Fu had already brought up the washed plums and took away the dishes.

In the evening, Shen Xingyao specifically consulted Lou Heng and asked him if he had any way to relieve the discomfort caused by a cold. As a result, the other party immediately sent him a map of acupuncture points and said that he could soak Lin Yue's feet and give her a massage when he had time.

At this moment, he was concentrating on massaging Lin Yue's feet, while the woman sitting on the sofa was leisurely eating fruit, and feeding one to Shen Xingyao from time to time.

There was silence in the room, but joy slowly emerged in Lin Yue's heart.

This kind of peaceful and quiet life really needs to be cherished.

Lin Yue looked down at Shen Xingyao's busy appearance and suddenly exclaimed: "Mr. Shen, you have white hair!"

She reached out and touched Shen Xingyao's hair and found a few white hairs here and there. Although there weren't many, there were more than ten if she counted carefully.

Shen Xingyao didn't care much about the white hair. He glanced at Lin Yue calmly and said, "If you don't make me worry so much, it will probably be better."

Hearing this, Lin Yue laughed, "How can I have the ability to make President Shen's hair turn white?"

"I really want to pull out those white hairs, but I heard from others that the more I pull out, the more white hairs I have. I am so conflicted..."

"But, Mr. Shen, doesn't this mean that you are getting old?"

Hearing the word "old", Shen Xingyao immediately frowned, "Just a few white hairs, how can you be considered old?"

"Ms. Lin Yue, I am solemnly informing you that your husband, Mr. Shen Xingyao, has just turned thirty."

Seeing Shen Xingyao's serious expression, Lin Yue leaned back on the sofa and said with a smile: "Well, I don't mind your age. After all, I am also on my way to my thirties."

"Honestly speaking, I feel like I've aged over the past few years. My skin isn't as smooth as it used to be. After giving birth to this child, I'm going to become a yellow-faced woman..."

"Oh, I really miss myself when I was 18, with a face full of collagen and being energetic even after staying up all night..."

Lin Yue touched his face, looking melancholy.

Shen Xingyao glanced at Lin Yue and said helplessly: "What's good about being eighteen? Apart from being younger, you have nothing and can't control anything."

"I think it's good now. It's low-key and introverted, but also has the confidence to face risks."

Lin Yue didn't expect Shen Xingyao to be so satisfied with his current life. "Do you really think this age is good?"

"The two of us are both over 60 years old. If we look at the average life expectancy of Chinese people, we have already lived through one-third of that age. I really envy those young people..."

Shen Xingyao put Lin Yue's feet down and said, "You are only thirty, which is the age that many people envy."

"Look at those big cities. How many people in their 40s have children who are just starting primary school, and they still have to worry about food and clothing every day."

"We are now successful in our careers, our children are about to start primary school, and we have our parents to support us. We can be said to be winners in life."

Lin Yue's face was full of smiles. She knew that what Shen Xingyao said was meant to coax her, but she still couldn't help feeling happy.

"Mr. Shen, you are truly one of the most outstanding men I have ever met."

Shen Xingyao raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yue, "One of them?"

"Do you still have a man in your heart who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"