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sealed the dust and raised his lips, and his mood was inexplicably good.

Song Zhiyue asked: "Does the nursery rhyme really have a leg with that Dai Nan?" ”

Feng Chen said unhurriedly: "I asked the paparazzi to write the things reported in the newspaper, but she and Dai Nan were already very ambiguous. ”

Song Zhiyue was dumbfounded, is this okay?

"Then why doesn't she get engaged to Dianan so she doesn't have to be sneaky."

Feng Chen said: "Dai Nan is a playboy, not worthy of entrusting him for life, probably because of this, the nursery rhyme did not choose him." ”

She let out an "oh" and saw that it was late, so she went into the bathroom to put bath water for Feng Chen.

After she came out of the bathroom, Feng Chen thought about her business trip.

"I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow."

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a moment: "How long will it take?" ”

"Not sure yet, maybe a week, depending on the situation." Feng Chen said as he undressed, "When I'm away, you don't have to go back there on weekends." ”

That side refers to the closure of the house.

"Hmm," Song Zhiyue nodded.

She really didn't want to go back alone, not to mention that she had to deal with Wen Mei and Liang Weirong, she was afraid that Feng Shen would take advantage of no one else to do anything to her.

***

After work the next day, Song Zhiyue went back to the room after dinner to clean up his things for Feng Chen.

Afraid that his clothes would wrinkle when they were put in the box, she folded them neatly.

After that, he put his razor, facial cleanser and other daily necessities into the box.

Afraid that she had forgotten something, she walked around the room, checked the box inside and out, and finally pulled it up, stood it up, and placed it in the corner.

When Feng Chen came back from work, he saw his suitcase at a glance.

Knowing that she had packed up her things, his heart moved, and he stepped forward and hugged Song Zhiyue, who was blowing her hair, from behind.

"Yueyue, you're so nice."

If this was put on Liang Weirong, she would definitely not take care of everything for him, at most she would ask the maid to clean it up for him.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes that it was Song Zhiyue's hand, he knew that it was her luggage that packed for him.

Song Zhiyue teased: "Only now did you find out how good I was?" ”

"I found out a long time ago." Feng Chen bit her earlobe.

Song Zhiyue put down the hair dryer, turned around and threw herself into his arms, and said sullenly: "It's over, I'll start thinking about you before you leave." ”

Feng Chen hooked his lips: "I'm not going for a long time, I'll come back when I'm done, if you don't worry about me, you can call at any time to check the post." ”

"Does it bother you?" She was afraid that she would really miss him, and she couldn't help it, so she called him no matter the time.

"No, it won't." Feng Chen touched her head, his eyes warm.

Because Feng Chen was going on a business trip the next day, the two lingered for a while that night, and they didn't finish sleeping until the early morning.

The next morning, the plane was dusted at ten o'clock, so there was no need to get up so early.

But in order to accompany Song Zhiyue to breakfast, after she got up, he also got up.

Song Zhiyue entered the bathroom, and as soon as he squeezed out the toothpaste, he saw him coming in from the mirror.

She asked, "Are you going straight from home to the airport, or do you want to go to the company first?" ”

Feng Chen said: "Go directly to the airport." ”

"It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Song Zhiyue rinsed her mouth.

"You're not with me."

Feng Chen leaned lazily against the wall, watching her brush her teeth, and waited for her to finish washing before he washed.

The two went downstairs together, and after breakfast, Feng Chen gave her his car keys.

"Drive my car first these days."

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