Chapter 6

After taking a shower, Chen Yun lay on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.

This moment is the most relaxing time of the day for her. Even though she is feeling sleepy, she is reluctant to let go.

But her biological clock played tricks on her and she couldn't resist for too long. She didn't know when she fell asleep.

Song Fenglin got home from get off work at twelve o'clock. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her and moved his hands and feet lightly.

In fact, he doesn't need to be so cautious. Once Chen Yun falls asleep, no one can get help from her.

She was unaware that there was an extra person three inches away from her, and her breathing remained steady.

Song Fenglin pushed aside her hair that was scattered and covered half of her face, and said helplessly: "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Chen Yun stretched out the sound: "Hmm~"

Like acting coquettishly, Song Fenglin became more and more humble: "Go back to the room and sleep, okay?"

Chen Yun ignored him and even covered her head with a small blanket.

If you yell again, I'll probably get angry.

Song Fenglin touched the back of her neck and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

Chen Yun slept more soundly as no one disturbed her.

I was a little dazed when I woke up. It took me two seconds to realize that I had slept in the living room last night. I kicked the ground and wanted to go to the bathroom.

As soon as she stepped on it, she knew she was not on the ground, and she glanced downward.

Song Fenglin slept in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa. Perhaps he had nowhere to go, so he lay straight with his hands folded on his abdomen.

At first glance, it seems a little peaceful.

Chen Yun stretched out her finger to feel his breathing, then poked his stomach: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Such familiar words.

Song Fenglin was a light sleeper and suddenly opened his eyes: "I lay in bed for a while but couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to be close to you."

Honesty is more touching than any love words that are carefully thought out.

Chen Yun naturally stepped on his thigh: "It's so sticky."

So this is what it means to be sticky. Song Fenglin realized it belatedly and felt embarrassed: "Are

you still sleeping?" Chen Yun: "Go into the room and sleep for a while, I'll make breakfast."

Song Fenglin sat up with the help of the coffee table: "I can't sleep."

His sleep quality has always been poor. He always feels like there is a string stretched in his heart, and he can't sleep well at the slightest disturbance.

Chen Yun: "I'll make you a special meal, would you like some steak?"

Song Fenglin: "Okay."

Chen Yun thawed two slices of meat in the refrigerator last night, and was originally planning to eat them this morning.

She took it out and left it at room temperature for a while, wiped off the blood and evenly applied oil and black pepper.

Song Fenglin went to the balcony to cut a bunch of osmanthus fragrans, took it into the kitchen, washed it, shook it off and put it aside for later use.

Chen Yun picked it up and threw it into the pot, then took two steps back to avoid the splashing oil.

What she is best at is frying steak, and her movements are smooth as flowing water.

Seeing that the food was about to be served, Song Fenglin reached out and opened the high cupboard: "Which plates are we going to use today?"

Chen Yun had a series of beautiful tableware, and sometimes she couldn't even choose one.

She said, "The one for drawing cherries should be in the middle."

The instructions were very clear, and Song Fenglin found it immediately.

The division of labor between the two of us was very clear, and it took less than fifteen minutes to eat and clean up.

Song Fenglin drank some hot tea, went into the room and gathered all the children.

Chen Yun followed behind: "Breakfast is on the table. Someone has booked the entire restaurant for a birthday celebration this afternoon, so I'll go to the store first."

Song Fenglin: "Okay, take your time."

It was no problem for him to take care of the two children, and as usual, he took photos and sent them out when they entered the kindergarten.

He thought it was normal that there was no reply, so he went to the company to catch up on his sleep on the folding bed.

He was half asleep when he heard someone knocking on the office door. He asked while putting on his glasses, "Who is it?"

Someone outside: "It's me."

Song Fenglin recognized his boss' voice, so he smoothed down his hair and opened the door: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Peng: "I knew you must be in the office."

He asked again: "Have you had breakfast?"

Song Fenglin: "I had breakfast at home

, then came here." His life was really regular.

Zhang Peng: "I have forgotten how long it has been since I last had a meal at home."

Although Song Fenglin is not a gossipy person, he also knows that the couple has been having conflicts recently.

He thought that the person who came to him early in the morning to be a mediator

was Song Fenglin, so he poured himself a glass of water and said, "I have some bread, would you like some?" The company was established more than ten years ago, and one of the old employees is Song Fenglin.

Zhang Peng didn't bother to be polite with him and sat down: "Eat, do you have coffee?"

Song Fenglin: "Yes."

After putting food and drinks on the table, Zhang Peng began to complain: "Why are women so troublesome? They want divorces over trivial matters."

The boss's wife used to be in charge of finances in the company, but she has retired to the second line and returned to her family in recent years.

Song Fenglin felt that the other person was not the type to cause trouble over trivial matters, and it was not appropriate for him to comment on other people's marriages.

He asked, "Did you have a quarrel?"

It would be fine if they did, Zhang Peng: "Without saying a word, she just threw the divorce agreement to me and asked for half of the property. Tell me, the company is at a critical stage of financing now, isn't she just looking for trouble?"

It looked like they had a fierce quarrel.

Song Fenglin didn't have many ways to coax people: "Then you try to persuade her."

Zhang Peng: "I really can't persuade her anymore, so I came to you."

As expected, he came to him to be a mediator. Song Fenglin was a little embarrassed: "I'm not very good at talking." Being

humble, Zhang Peng deeply believed that someone like him who never had a fire in his backyard must have his own abilities: "Just ask her to put the overall situation first. This is also for the company."

For the company, that is, for the salary.

Song Fenglin reluctantly agreed: "I'll try, but I can't guarantee it will work."

Zhang Peng urged: "Then send her a WeChat message now."

With the knife at his neck, Song Fenglin had no time to figure out what was wrong.

He asked, "What should I send?"

Zhang Peng: "Come on, come on, I'll read it to you."

He said he would read it, but in fact he just started typing it himself.

Song Fenglin now deeply regretted opening the door for him just now and could only stare at the screen of his mobile phone.

Zhang Peng: [Mr. He, I’m Song Fenglin. Mr. Zhang told me about your situation yesterday, and I wanted to be a peacemaker for you. Husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. You have been married for more than ten years and it has not been easy through all the ups and downs until today. Still remember when I first arrived at the company...】

Song Fenglin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, wondering when he had seen Mr. Zhang secretly put a coat on Mr. He.

He got goosebumps at those fabricated plots and his fists slowly clenched.

Zhang Peng himself didn't think so. He became more and more absorbed in typing, saying, "Am I not good to her?"

Song Fenglin didn't understand his excitement.

But he was just an employee and could only agree: "It's pretty good."

Zhang Peng slapped his thigh and said: "That's great! The child is taken care of by a nanny, I can use my credit card at will, and the house is in her name. What else do you want from me?"

Song Fenglin reflected and felt that he seemed to have not done these three things.

He couldn't blame anyone else, and he rubbed his hands on his thighs awkwardly.

Zhang Peng doesn't need anyone else to help him, he just takes care of himself: "You want me to make money, and you want me to take care of the family. You say I can't do it even if I'm a god."

You can't have both, and Song Fenglin knows it's difficult.

He felt that he owed his family a lot because of this matter, and said, "It's normal for Mr. He to be angry."

Wait, which side is he on?

Zhang Peng: "She is idle at home every day, so of course she has time to be angry."

Having time and being upset are two different things, and no one would rush to make things difficult for themselves.

Song Fenglin thought there must be a trigger. Just as he was thinking about whether to ask, he caught a glimpse of the eight words sent by Mr. He: [Did you know that Zhang Peng cheated on you? 】

Song Fenglin really didn’t know.

He subconsciously snatched his phone back: "Mr. Zhang, you didn't tell me."

Zhang Peng was not embarrassed at all: "It's normal for men to have casual affairs outside."

Song Fenglin thought it was abnormal.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary family conflict, but he didn't expect that it had already affected his bottom line. His expression was serious: "If this is the case, I can't help you with this matter."

Zhang Peng knew that his personality was a bit old-fashioned, and tried to reason with him: "It is better to demolish ten temples than to break up a marriage."

When he changed his heart, he took the lead in breaking up the marriage, but now he is putting the blame on others.

Song Fenglin just felt puzzled: "There's nothing we can do about it."

Although Zhang Peng didn't expect him to be able to persuade people to change their minds, he was still very disappointed with his attitude of not trying hard.

He said, "No, you haven't thought of a solution."

Song Fenglin understood clearly: "I can't do it."

Zhang Peng was speechless for a moment, and was even more angry because of the accusation in his eyes: "Do you think I am willing? I did that all for work!"

Song Fenglin thought to himself that he was working in a serious game company at home, and there was no business that required the boss to sacrifice himself.

Besides, he personally didn't think the boss had much to contribute, so he remained silent for two seconds.

Zhang Peng was too lazy to talk to him, so he slammed the door and left angrily.

He was probably just angry and was said to have cursed in the office, "Will the company not work without him, Song Fenglin?"

The earth will continue to rotate without anyone, but it will bring some inconvenience.

Song Fenglin didn't think his boss would fire him for this, but he still read the news sent by the headhunter a few days ago again. He slacked off for the entire afternoon and even left work at five o'clock.

As soon as he left, a gust of wind blew in the office.

Song Fenglin didn't know that he had caused a lot of discussion, so he rode a bicycle to the coffee shop.

When he arrived, the afternoon private event had just ended and Chen Yun was tearing off the balloons stuck on the glass.

She jumped twice on the spot but couldn't reach it, so she looked around for tools.

Song Fenglin stretched out his hand, helped her pull it down and said, "Are you done with your work?"

Chen Yun glanced at her watch and asked, "Why are you here so early?"

Song Fenglin hesitated and said, "Something happened."

People who live a smooth life cannot stand to hear that something has happened.

Chen Yun suddenly felt that there was nothing to clean up in this mess, so she dragged him out.

Two people stood under the shade of trees on the street. Song Fenglin: "I may have some job changes."

Chen Yun: "Is your company going to go bankrupt?" "

Didn't they say a few days ago that they would go public after raising funds? It seemed that everything was going well.

Song Fenglin shook his head, finished telling what happened today, and added: "My contract expires this year."

He was worried that the boss would make a fuss about it.

Chen Yun had been laid off once and was more familiar with the provisions of the labor law than he was.

She said, "If you don't renew the contract, you will have to pay compensation. This is a good opportunity for you to squeeze some money out of this scumbag."

After she said that, it turned out to be a good thing.

Song Fenglin had been in the company for too long and had developed feelings for it. He also knew that the pay for his next job might be worse, so he said, "I should have pretended not to be there in the morning."

Chen Yun: "Shouldn't you regret not listening to your boss?"

Song Fenglin: "I couldn't."

He was lost in a memory: "The year I joined the company, it was still in its infancy and everything cost money. Mr. He cooked for us every day, worked part-time in finance and administration, and had to solicit investments. He drank so much that he had stomach bleeding a few times. At that time, they were a loving couple."

Because he had witnessed it, he couldn't persuade others to forgive.

As soon as he said that, Chen Yun remembered: "You did a good job today and made the scumbag accept moral condemnation."

He added: "It's just work. Our family is rich!"

Song Fenglin was really not sure to what extent this rich meant, and asked: "If I don't go to work, how long can I last?"

Chen Yun raised his finger and indicated: "Three years."

Song Fenglin was really relieved: "Then I don't regret it."

After all, money is a person's courage, and his justice also needs financial support.