A minute later, the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor.

Chen Yun was the first to step out of the sedan and opened the door of her home.

Song Fenglin followed in, put his bag on the shoe-changing bench in the entrance hall, and tiptoed to the living room.

Seeing this, Chen Yun said, "Why are you acting like a thief at home?"

Song Fenglin pointed to the children's room and said, "Isn't Mom here?"

The mother-in-law is a light sleeper and a worrywart, so whenever she hears any noise she will get up and ask if you want a midnight snack.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yingxia poked her head out of the children's room and asked this question.

The prediction was so accurate that Chen Yun couldn't help laughing.

She was also afraid of waking the child, so she covered her mouth and her shoulders shook.

Liu Yingxia felt puzzled. Seeing her son-in-law shaking his head slightly, she went into the room anyway, leaving some time for the young couple to be alone.

Although we are said to be alone, we just go to bed.

Chen Yun was so sleepy that she closed her eyes as soon as she touched the pillow, and her hands and feet curled up unconsciously.

Psychologically speaking, this sleeping position is a manifestation of extreme lack of security.

But no matter how you look at it, Song Fenglin doesn't look like the person next to him. Instead, he is the one who is worried about gains and losses, afraid that everything he has now is just a dream.

Perhaps the more this happens, the more I want to hold on to something.

He is especially clingy when he sleeps and insists on holding hands.

When Chen Yun first got married, she thought he was just a novelty for a while, but she didn't expect that ten years later it would become a common habit for the two of them.

She felt the extra warmth in her palms, her eyelids grew heavier, and she lost consciousness the next second.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daybreak.

Chen Yun lay in bed for a while before getting up.

She slowly pulled her hands and feet free, washed up and left the room.

The clanging noises outside the room were amplified, turning into a not-so-pleasant sonata.

Chen Yun opened the kitchen door: "Mom, are you planning to make a banquet so early in the morning?"

Liu Yingxia was watching the video tutorial seriously and was startled by her daughter's sudden appearance: "Why are you walking without making any sound?"

Chen Yun stomped her feet lightly: "Is this okay?"

Liu Yingxia: "Just make trouble."

She also showed off the dough she had just kneaded: "Look, it's risen beautifully."

It can be seen from her appearance that she probably didn't sleep for several hours.

Chen Yun: "Beautiful, then I'll sit and wait for breakfast."

Liu Yingxia: "Wait, mom will make you a pancake."

The first one freshly baked fell into Chen Yun's mouth.

She was so burned that she alternated between her left and right hands and jumped into the children's room, shouting, "Wake up! Kids!"

The children were still sleeping like crazy, and the dolls they had held in their arms last night were toppling over.

Chen Yun stopped urging them and gave them some time to wake up.

She turned and walked into the master bedroom, meeting the eyes of Song Fenglin who had just woken up.

Song Fenglin sat up suddenly.

He has been growing more and more horizontally in the past two years, and the mattress protests at the slightest movement.

Chen Yun thought that it would be great if the children could be like their father, and leaned her head against the door frame: "Get to work, Xiao Cilang."

Song Fenglin was usually too busy at work, and the children were all asleep when he got home.

He was as responsible a father as possible, so he got up early every day to take them to school.

Of course, fighting sleep requires a little bit of ruthlessness.

He immediately threw back the quilt and went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face. A few clumps of hair were wet and stuck to his skin, but the parting of his hair was still relatively hidden.

Song Fenglin scratched his hair twice, thinking that it was a good thing he wasn't bald yet.

Ever since he could no longer maintain those faintly visible abdominal muscles, his hairline has become his biggest struggle against middle age. For hair maintenance, he even abandoned his childhood habit of using soap and spent a huge amount of money to buy a bottle of anti-hair loss shampoo priced at 199.

The effect is currently unclear, after all, it is not very detachable.

After cleaning himself up, he went to the children's room to carry out his "mission". He first pinched his daughter's nose: "Xingxing, you're going to be late."

Then he touched his son's little hand: "Yangyang, you're going to be late."

Chen Xingyue showed the back of her head to her father with her face buried in the pillow.

Chen Xinyang's eyelids didn't move at all, as if he had automatically isolated himself from the outside world.

Song Fenglin was not surprised at all and directly picked up his daughter from the bed.

Chen Xingyue rested her chin on her father's shoulder and stood in front of the sink the next second.

Song Fenglin squeezed toothpaste for her and said, "Brush it clean, front, back, left and right."

Chen Xingyue bit the toothbrush in a daze, but she still received the instruction and moved like a puppet.

Song Fenglin just thought it was funny, so he did the same thing and brought his son over as well.

The public bathroom has double basins, which are more than enough for two children to stand side by side.

Song Fenglin stood behind like a supervisor, saying, "Yangyang, you have to spit out the foam."

Chen Xinyang stepped on a stool and bent over. He inherited the same elegant technique of washing as his biological father.

Song Fenglin couldn't help it, and pressed the back of his head to do it again: "Open your mouth wide."

Chen Xinyang struggled to resist, but his face was still rubbed red.

Chen Xingyue was gloating over her brother's misfortune and her smile was particularly exaggerated.

Song Fenglin was afraid that she would sprain her waist if she leaned forward and backward, so he freed his hands to pinch his daughter's face and said, "Go get the clip you want today."

Chen Xingyue ran into the room and picked and chose from her precious dressing box.

She picked up a row of pink hairpins and ran to her father like a gust of wind: "I want to braid my hair into a lot of small braids."

This is not possible on school days, as the teacher will not be able to do it during nap time.

Song Fenglin said in a gentle voice: "Can we kidnap you again on the weekend?"

Chen Xingyue immediately pouted: "No."

While the father and daughter were bargaining, Chen Yun had already brought breakfast to the table.

She peeled the eggshell and urged: "Are you done?"

Chen Xinyang was originally holding on to his father's thighs, and rushed out when he heard the sound.

Chen Yun hugged her son and kissed his face: "Can't you just walk properly?"

Chen Xinyang laughed at this word: "Grandma said I was crazy."

He seemed quite proud. Chen Yun didn't know what to say to him.

She said, "Eat the eggs yourself."

Chen Xinyang stood next to his mother, twisting his body while talking, and the egg yolk in his hand fell.

Chen Yun flattened her tone: "Where are we going to eat?"

Chen Xinyang patted the chair with his sticky hands, leaving unbearable marks.

Fortunately, Chen Yun doesn’t have mysophobia.

Her expression was a little serious: "If you understand, just sit down."

Chen Xinyang not only sat down, but also stretched his neck to drink some milk to show that he was well-behaved.

Chen Yun was easily amused and urged, "Xingxing, hurry up."

Chen Xingyue came over with the fishbone braid her father had just made for her, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, look, I'm so beautiful."

Chen Yun almost couldn't breathe for her when she heard that, and stuffed the egg into her mouth, "Pretty little princess, can you eat faster today?"

Chen Xingyue opened her mouth wide, but actually ate slowly.

There was still time anyway, so Chen Yun didn't care and just said, "Eat yours."

This was directed at Song Fenglin.

He folded the pie in half twice and took a bite, the gravy dripping onto the table.

Liu Yingxia quickly took out a piece of paper to wipe it, saying, "Eat slowly, there's still a lot."

Song Fenglin's mouth was too full and he couldn't speak for a while.

He chewed with his head tilted back, and after a while he said, "The cake is delicious."

The children's affirmation is the best motivation. Liu Yingxia

: "If you want to eat it, I'll make it tomorrow." Song Fenglin: "It's too much trouble."

Liu Yingxia didn't think so at all: "You eat in the cafeteria every day, and it's the only home-cooked meal in a day. What's the trouble?"

Song Fenglin: "The food in our cafeteria is pretty good."

The key is that it's free.

It seemed as if the food at home was not good. Chen Yun thought that everyone knew his character now, and said, "Mom, I will cook for him, so he won't starve. But if you don't go out soon, the morning exercises will be over."

Although three generations live in the same community, they usually eat this meal separately every morning because the old couple have the habit of going for morning exercises at six o'clock.

If Liu Yingxia hadn't put her grandchildren to bed last night, she would also be a member of the team now.

The world is big, and exercising is the most important thing for her. She didn't have time to say a few more words and hurried out with the cake.

Song Fenglin blinked and found that his mother-in-law's back had disappeared.

He sat upright at the dining table and looked at the person opposite him: "No need to cook specially for me."

Chen Yun actually wanted to be nicer to him, so she deliberately said: "Because the food in the cafeteria tastes better than mine?"

How is that possible? Song Fenglin wanted to say something nice, but considering the children were all talking, he held it back.

He is not the kind of person who can postpone things, so he immediately sent a message: [The food you cook is the most delicious. 】

The phone screen lit up, and Chen Yun looked at it and smiled.

She said, "I'm just kidding, idiot."

Huh? Isn't this a word that can't be said?

Chen Xingyue was quick to respond: “Mom, you used dirty words.”

Chen Yun did not argue with her daughter, but admitted readily: “I was wrong, I will pay more attention next time.”

A good mother is one who knows how to correct her mistakes.

Chen Xingyue nodded approvingly and announced loudly: "I can't eat anymore."

Chen Xinyang followed suit, put the cake down and said: "I need to poop."

He wanted to go, and his sister also wanted to go, and the two of them argued over who should use the public toilet.

This kind of chaos happens almost every day.

Song Fenglin presided over their game of rock-paper-scissors, and after the decision was made, he took out the school uniforms and placed them on the sofa.

Chen Yun was tidying up the dining table: "I forgot to ask you yesterday, how is the new bed?"

She was talking about the kind of folding bed that is easy to store and is specially used in the office.

Song Fenglin: "I was in a meeting yesterday and didn't take a nap."

He received the express package and had not yet had time to open it. The package was still placed in the office as it was.

Why does it seem like he has been holding more and more meetings recently? Chen Yun: "Are you going to start a new project?"

Song Fenglin: "No, the company is discussing financing recently."

He is a technician, and actually doesn't understand these business matters very well, and it's vague when he talks about them.

Chen Yun said: "Then your share will be diluted again."

Yes, Song Fenglin: "Then I will listen carefully today to find out how much the dividend will be reduced."

It's not a big share to begin with, so it's better to let him walk around and relax in the meeting.

Chen Yun: "No need. As long as we have funds, we can develop rapidly and earn it back sooner or later."

That made sense. Song Fenglin also asked: "Is there enough money at home?"

He only kept a small amount of his salary for himself every month and transferred the rest to his wife.

Chen Yun held the financial power of the family and was confident: "That's enough."

He glanced at his watch and said, "Hurry up and take them out. Are they laying eggs in the bathroom?"

Song Fenglin took the order and left. After another ten minutes of struggling, he finally went out holding a baby in each hand.