There was no eye contact, and it was as pure and clean as freshly distilled water.

Xu Ying carried the clothes she had collected into the room and looked back at the sofa.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian quickly averted their eyes and lowered their heads in unison...

Xu Ying picked out Yun Shuqian's clothes and put them on the armrest of the sofa: "You can go to your room later. The clothes are hot from the sun. Don't wear them. Why are you leaving your socks everywhere?"

"oh……"

Yun Shuqian responded obediently and hid the box of socks behind her back.

Song Jiamu ate very quickly, and when he was about to finish, he was ready to run away.

Unexpectedly, after Xu Ying carried the clothes into the room, she came out, looked at her cell phone, and said naturally: "Then remember to take medicine after dinner, and call mom if you feel uncomfortable, you know."

"knew……"

Yun Shuqian looked at her like this and asked curiously: "Mom, are you going out?"

"There is still something to do at the company, I will go back to the company first."

Xu Ying came to the gate, supported the wall with one hand, raised her legs and put on the high heels. The legs of mother and daughter are really hereditary. Just looking at the legs, one would think that Xu Ying is still a woman in her twenties.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, took her car keys, and her parasol. She turned around and said kindly to Song Jiamu: "Jiamu, Qianqian, please look after me more. Come to my aunt's house for dinner in the evening. Auntie will go back to the company first."

Already."

"It's no trouble. It's okay. My mother also asked me to come and see Yun Shuqian more often."

Song Jiamu stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth and quickly got up and came to see Aunt Xu out.

"It's okay, let's go in and eat."

"Auntie, please drive safely."

"well."

Xu Ying smiled and nodded, and Song Jiamu once again saw the look of 'satisfaction' in her eyes that shouldn't have appeared.

The sound of high heels hitting the floor faded away. It wasn't until Xu Ying turned into the elevator corridor that she was out of sight, and Song Jiamu closed the door.

He sat on the floor, leaned against the door, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the girl who was lying on the back of the sofa and looking this way.

The two of them checked their gazes.

Yun Shuqian grabbed a handful of cherries and stuffed them into her mouth, feeling that she was okay again.

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Chapter completed!