Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

Song Qingyu had trouble sleeping.

Even though Lin Yixuan had done his best to be good to her, he took care of the expenses for both of them by himself, worked on his own, and let Song Qingyu rest at home.

Available every night.

She still dreams about the figure that appeared in her mind that day.

As time went by, the face became clearer and clearer.

at last.

one day.

Song Qingyu woke up from her dream.

She touched her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

She walked to the bathroom, wiped the sweat off her face, and thought of the words of the man in her dream. Her hands unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes.

"Song Qingyu, I'm Shen Shian..."

Shen Shian?

She clutched her hair.

This name sounds so familiar.

"what happened?"

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

She and Lin Yixuan sleep in separate rooms. They are husband and wife. Before, Lin Yixuan wanted to sleep in her room, but for some reason, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

Probably seeing her embarrassment, Lin Yixiuan didn't say much and chose to live next door to her.

She calmed herself down, walked to the door, opened it, looked at Lin Yixuan and smiled: "It's just a nightmare."

"Are you ok?"

Lin Yixiuan was extremely nervous.

"Do you have a cold? I'll go get the thermometer."

"Need not."

Song Qingyu stopped him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Maybe I just slept too much during the day... Yixuan, I've thought about it and decided to find a job. The landlord introduced me to a job as an art teacher at a nearby school. I think it's a good idea."

Lin Yixuan's mouth stiffened slightly.

"Do you want to go out to work?"

"Yes. We are husband and wife, right? We can't let you make money all the time. Besides, being an art teacher doesn't take much energy and time. There are only one or two hours of classes every day."

Afraid that Lin Yixuan would disagree.

Song Qingyu rattled off a bunch of benefits.

Seeing that Lin Yixuan still refused, she simply pulled his sleeve and acted coquettishly.

"Is it good?"

Lin Yixuan couldn't stand her nagging, and she had never been a girl who would be content to enjoy a comfortable life, even if she had lost her memory.

He had no choice but to nod: "As long as you are happy."

the next day.

Song Qingyu went to report to the school.

The medical conditions in the city where they live are not very good, and the conditions in the school she comes to are naturally not very good either.

Before her, there was no such thing as an art teacher.

Who is the class teacher?

Then the head teacher and other assistant teachers will take on the responsibility together.

The principal was extremely happy that Song Qingyu could be the art teacher, not to mention the class teacher.

"Teacher Song, thank you so much. We are children from the mountainous area. We have only had a few art classes since we were young. Now that we have you as our art teacher, they must be very happy."

They are the residents of this town.

Although they didn't know Song Qingyu very well, the couple had gotten along well with their neighbors since they moved here.

And heard.

Her husband is also a good painter.

"You're welcome."

Song Qingyu wrapped herself in a scarf and smiled shyly at the principal.

After some polite exchanges, she went to the classroom to teach the children how to draw.

She originally thought that a school like this would not have any conditions for painting, but unexpectedly, the head teacher took her to a warehouse.

When he opened it, Song Qingyu was stunned.

There are actually a lot of paints, brushes and drawing paper here.

See her surprise.

The head teacher smiled and said, "These are all donated by Shen's Enterprise. Otherwise, the children wouldn't have so many things to use."

"Shen Enterprises?"

Song Qingyu frowned slightly.

Sure enough, on those boxes, I saw a logo that looked like SH.

"correct."

The head teacher didn't notice anything unusual about her and went to help her get her things.

"The current CEO of Shen's fiancée was also an art teacher. I heard that after his proposal was successful, he spent a large sum of money to donate and support education. Not only these brushes and paints, but also those books... The couple is pretty good, but it's a pity——"

"What's a pity?"

Song Qingyu raised her eyes.

"Something seems to have happened to his fiancée. It's been three months and she still hasn't been found. Sigh, why do good people in this world always die young..."

"What's his name?"

Song Qingyu's mind suddenly went blank.

Asked subconsciously.

"Shen Shian, I don't quite remember his fiancée's name. Ever since his fiancée got into trouble, he had all the information about her removed from the internet..."

Shen Shian...

Song Qingyu's hands suddenly turned cold.

Is it really such a coincidence?

"What's wrong, Mr. Song? You look very bad."

The class owner finally noticed something strange about Song Qingyu.

"It's okay, let's go to class first."

She shook her head, took the teaching tools to the classroom, and after teaching the children, she hurried back to the office.

She took out her cell phone and, as if possessed by a ghost, typed the three words "Shen Shian" on the Internet.

Press the Enter key.

The first message was a photo.

In the photo, the man is wearing a white shirt and a black suit, looking at the camera seriously, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving off a very oppressive feeling.

A very unfamiliar face.

But inexplicably, Song Qingyu felt a pang of heartache.

She covered her chest unconsciously, tears flowing out unconsciously.

This is one.

She had a feeling that she had never had before when she was with Lin Yixuan - she had a hunch that she knew this man.

And it’s not just that simple, it’s just knowing each other.

What about Lin Yixuan? Is he hiding something from her?

night.

Lin Yixuan brought dinner over.

"Eat your favorite braised pork, but don't eat too much."

Lin Yixuan instructed Song Qingyu in the tone of talking to a child.

Song Qingyu was thinking about what happened during the day.

No appetite.

I didn't want to spoil his fun, so I ate a few bites vaguely.

Lin Yixuan noticed that she had a poor appetite and thought she was tired from work: "What's wrong? Are you too tired from work? If not, you should stay at home--"

"Yixuan."

Song Qingyu frowned and interrupted him.

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

A moment.

The room fell into deathly silence.

I don’t know how long it took.

Lin Yixuan forced a stiff smile and said, "I don't understand what you mean. Did you remember something? Or did you hear something from others?"

Song Qingyu's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly.

She slowly smiled: "No, I was just very tired at work today. Then every day when you come back and I ask you if you are tired, you always say you are not tired. Aren't you hiding something from me? Don't do this next time!"

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Yixuan felt relieved.

"Got it, eat more."

"Ah."

Before going to bed at night.

Lin Yixuan gave her a cup of hot milk as usual: "Drink it, you will sleep more comfortably at night."

"Okay, I'll drink it later."