Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

"...There is no need to panic. The dark moment will surely pass. Please let us mourn for our compatriots in the disaster area together."

Song Shiyan's speech finally ended, and his voice echoed across the country. As a teacher, Wang Yinyin naturally led the students to listen to his speech, and then mourn with him.

Wang Yinyin always felt very strange when she looked at Song Shiyan on the multimedia screen, who was wearing a black suit and had a gentle and sad expression.

This is the person who is in close contact with me every day.

All the youthfulness in him faded away, gradually disappearing, and he became steady.

The elegant and graceful face remained the same, but the clear and sparse eyes that were always there became layered and difficult to see through.

Only when she is at home can Wang Yinyin feel his emotions.

At first she just wanted to get shelter from him, but she didn't expect that she would love him more and more day by day.

Wang Yinyin began to feel lucky that she had caught him at that time, otherwise she would not even be qualified to see him now.

Song Shiyan's fussy little habits remained unchanged and he didn't like outsiders entering his home.

But most people are like this. It seems that if they don’t venture into other people’s fields and try their luck, they don’t feel that they are from the same world as them.

So Song Shiyan specially built a two-story small house in the garden in the front yard. At first glance, it looked like a house in a fairy tale, and Wang Yinyin liked it very much.

When he was discussing matters with his colleagues, Wang Yinyin would bring them cut fruits and desserts if she was free.

It can also be regarded as saving Song Shiyan's subordinates who cannot keep their brains working at high speed like their boss.

Time seems to have pressed the pause button on Wang Yinyin. She is already 30 years old, but still as pretty as a girl in her early 20s.

Her time stopped at the year she met Song Shiyan.

In the exquisite small villa, warm sunlight poured into the room generously through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With Song Shiyan as the center, his team sat down in order according to their previous habits.

The black of the court, the white of the parliament, and the blue of the autonomous group are like flowers in a garden, with different colors complementing each other and forming a gorgeous cluster.

Researchers from the laboratory would occasionally come to report on the situation, but I didn't see them today.

The three forces that had been hostile to each other for a long time seemed to be united under Song Shiyan's leadership.

Wang Yinyin walked in wearing a light golden long dress. When everyone saw Wang Yinyin, they knew it was finally time to take a break and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't have much strength and was only carrying a small plate each time, but the focus was on what the robot behind her was holding.

Wang Yinyin placed the dinner plate in front of Song Shiyan, and looking at the others who all looked a little listless except Song Shiyan, she couldn't help but smile.

"Shi Yan, you can't forget to rest while working. You are not made of iron. There is nothing wrong with taking it slow."

Song Shiyan lowered his head and smiled. The coldness on his face disappeared. He came out of his work state and his delicate face became softer.

He put his arm around Wang Yinyin's waist and let her sit next to him.

"Well, I'll listen to you and take a rest first."

After Song Shiyan spoke, the others took their food and began to rest.

Meeting with the chief is definitely not a state where you can slack off like in other meetings. You have to concentrate and rack your brains to keep up with his pace.

You can't do it, but there are many people willing to take your place.

A boy with baby fat on his face wearing the uniform of the Autonomous Group said to Wang Yinyin, "Sister-in-law, how are my nephews and nieces?"

Wang Yinyin lay in Song Shiyan's arms, and when she thought of her son and daughter in the gestational device, a happy smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

"Very healthy, but still very young, so I can't tell what he looks like."

Song Shiyan stroked Wang Yinyin's hair habitually. The cold judge in the courtroom seemed like a happy ordinary person at this moment.

The almond-shaped eyes that were always upturned were now filled with implicit warmth, there was a gentle and faint smile on her face, and a small dimple appeared at the corner of her lips.

"There is no problem from the data. It has been five months. We can actually see what the situation is."

Seeing her lover ruining her plan, Wang Yinyin elbowed him in the stomach.

"What nonsense are you talking about? They are only 5 months old. I can see that they are all red. You can see their appearance clearly."

Song Shiyan chuckled: "I just feel that they are growing up day by day, and they are becoming more and more like you."

Wang Yinyin took a grape and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I think I still like you better. You are so pretty, Miss Song!"

The chubby boy in the autonomous group trembled when he heard Wang Yinyin's words to the beautiful Song.

This was when Song Shiyan was first pushed to the forefront. When netizens saw Song Shiyan's face, they were attracted by his face before they had time to question why he was so young.

Then there came the nickname "Song the Beautiful Lady".

The person in charge of online speech management during that period was extremely busy, and unfortunately, it was him.

Although the title of "Song the Great Beauty" is not a bad comment, as a leader, she must not be turned into an entertainment-oriented person.

A man with a decent appearance but with slightly downturned eyes that looked a bit pitiful, wearing a white parliamentary uniform, spoke.

"I think it's better for him to be more like my sister-in-law. If he's more like the chief, I don't know how many people will be afraid of him. At least we won't dare to tease them!"

The handsome man next to him, wearing a black judge's robe, laughed and refuted him.

"Don't take me with you. Even if the two little cuties look like the Chief, you can still let me hold them."

The originally cold and efficient meeting room became lively and full of laughter because of Wang Yinyin's arrival.

What Wang Yinyin didn't know was that when she was not around, these people didn't dare to joke with the chief.

In their eyes, the chief is like a robot that understands human nature. They admire the chief but are definitely not close to him.

But whenever Wang Yinyin was present, the chief became popular and would joke with them.

After they all left, Song Shiyan returned to the room. Seeing that Wang Yinyin was not there, he went straight to the baby room prepared for the two children.

Sure enough, Wang Yinyin was knitting small hats for the two children with soft wool yarn on the bay window of the baby's room according to Grauil's instructions.

Song Shiyan's arrival did not disturb Wang Yinyin, who was concentrating on the final finishing work.

After Wang Yinyin finished knitting the two little hats and put them in the basket, she crawled into the arms of Song Shiyan, who had been waiting for her for a while.

"Shi Yan~"

"Well, I'm here."

There was no expression on Song Shiyan's face. His elegant and graceful face was calm, yet exuded an indescribable tenderness.

"Shi Yan, I'm sleepy, can you carry me back to my room?"

Song Shiyan picked up Wang Yinyin directly. Her hair had grown a lot longer and the ends of her hair hung down to the carpeted floor.

"Okay, let's go back to the room."

Wang Yinyin rubbed against Song Shiyan's arms like a kitten, and then gently kissed Song Shiyan's Adam's apple.

Although he was saying he was sleepy, once he got to the room and saw Song Shiyan's handsome appearance, Wang Yinyin hooked him again and wouldn't let him sleep.