Chapter 8 Eight Considerations

When Chen Yun said she was downstairs, she had actually just gotten out of a taxi.

She bought two big mangoes from the fruit shop at the east gate of the community, held them in her hands like dumbbells, and walked home swayingly.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Xingyue came to greet her excitedly: "Mom, mom, mom, I miss you so much!"

Just one day without seeing you feels like three years.

Chen Yun kicked her shoes aside and said, "Mom misses you too."

In fact, she was a bit perfunctory, but she was sincere to the children.

Chen Xingyue hugged her mother's thighs: "Should we eat mangoes?"

Chen Yun didn't give the child food at this time: "Eat tomorrow morning. Now it's time to take a bath and go to bed. Go get your pajamas."

She placed the mango on the dining table and went into the children's room to take a look. The sensor night light suddenly lit up, illuminating the two bulges on the bed.

Chen Yun pretended: "Strange, where is Yangyang? I can't find him~"

Chen Xinyang pulled back the quilt: "I'm here!"

A look of satisfaction on his face as if he had succeeded in playing a joke.

Chen Yun cooperated very well: "So it's here. Mom didn't even notice it just now."

Chen Xinyang was even happier and laughed like a quacking little duck.

Song Fenglin pushed his son down and said, "Okay, go to sleep."

Perhaps feeling his father's eagerness, Chen Xinyang was quite considerate today and fell asleep in just a few minutes.

Song Fenglin was a little bit unbelieving, and even breathed softly for fear of waking him up again.

He is cautious, while others are careless.

Chen Xingyue came in after taking a shower and turned on the light in the room first.

Song Fenglin's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously turned his head: "Xingxing, my brother is asleep."

Chen Xingyue asserted: "Impossible."

In order to prove her point, she tickled her brother's spot.

Chen Xinyang just turned over and babbled something.

Although Chen Xingyue didn't understand, she could tell that he was really asleep, so she lowered her voice and asked, "Did my brother faint?"

What was going on in his head? Song Fenglin said, "Nothing. I really fell asleep."

Then he asked, "Have you finished your math homework?"

Chen Xingyue: "I've finished writing it. Mom said it's all correct!"

It was as if there was a volume switch on her body, and the last word was left with only a bubbling sound.

Song Fenglin would magnify his children's strengths countless times and thought that she was the most sensible child in the world. He asked, "What kind of stickers do you want?"

Chen Xingyue raised her hands, palms up, above her eyes: "I want a mobile phone."

Where did you learn this? Song Fenglin tapped her forehead and said, "Don't be weird."

He typed the word "sticker" on Taobao and handed over the phone.

Chen Xingyue giggled and struggled to hold the machine which was bigger than her hand.

She was overwhelmed by the choices and liked all of them. She asked tentatively, "Dad, can I buy two?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Yun poked her head out and said, "Just pick one, and go to bed quickly."

As early as when taking a shower, Chen Xingyue explained everything that happened today.

She didn't dare to push it in front of her mother, and hesitated for two seconds: "Then you can put Dino and Luffy in the car first, and I will decide tomorrow."

At such a young age, he already knows the importance of not making impulse purchases at night. He really has a bright future.

Song Fenglin added the two items she liked to the shopping cart: "Okay, go to sleep, good night, baby."

Chen Xingyue is completely different from her brother.

She hugged her favorite Psyduck, closed her eyes and her breathing became heavy.

It was so fast that Chen Yun didn't react, or maybe she was just going with the flow. After all, telling bedtime stories had become a homework for her, and being able to escape occasionally was like finding money.

Thinking of this, she dared not even breathe and raised her fingers to make a hushing gesture.

Song Fenglin slowly got up, covered the children with blankets, closed the door and left the room: "I thought you would be back later."

Chen Yun waved the book in her hand: "I was going to read this to Xingxing."

It was almost the same as Song Fenglin's guess. He sighed inexplicably, "I'm going to take a shower."

Chen Yun said with a smile: "You're so tired that you sigh after just one night?"

Song Fenglin: “No.”

He wanted to analyze his mental journey, but he was too clumsy to explain it, so he could only say, "I'm just simply tired."

You can tell from his appearance that he must be very tired.

Chen Yun: "Then take a bath and go to bed."

Song Fenglin hummed, and only remembered something when he lay on the bed.

He opened the bedside table and poured out everything inside, but he didn't find what he wanted.

Chen Yun hung up the clothes and went into the room, asking, "What are you looking for?"

Song Fenglin: "Where's the set?"

Chen Yun was stunned: "Yangyang thought it was a toy and took it all apart."

What a good son he is. Song Fenglin: "I'll go buy it."

Chen Yun showed a subtle expression: "Unfortunately, I have to inform you that I am on my period."

Something seemed wrong with this day. Song Fenglin opened WeChat and searched the chat history, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Yun: “I don’t feel anything.”

She opened the closet to get her pajamas, and after taking a shower, she came out to see him sitting on the bed playing with his phone: "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Song Fenglin raised his head: "You haven't been here for a few months?"

What's coming? Chen Yun had forgotten the topic just now, and only realized it with an "ah" sound: "Of course, what's wrong?"

Song Fenglin lowered his head: "It's okay, I just didn't find it in the chat history, so I asked."

Chen Yun was applying skin care products: "Didn't I tell you?"

Song Fenglin: "I didn't ask."

Chen Yun patted her face gently: "It's not a big deal."

Then he turned his head to the side as if to coax someone: "We'll talk about it next time."

I don’t know when the next time will be, and even Song Fenglin can hardly remember the last time.

His heart skipped a beat and he lay down weakly: "I'm sleepy, good night."

Chen Yun considerately turned off the light: "Good night."

She crawled into bed in the dark, smelling of shower gel.

Song Fenglin was still holding her hand. Even though the warmth was so clear, there was still a sense of emptiness.

He stared at the darkness in silence and didn't even have a sweet dream that night.

When Chen Yun woke up, she saw that he had a frown on his face and wondered what kind of work pressure he must be under.

She slowly pulled her hands and feet out, but the first movement woke the person up.

Song Fenglin was a light sleeper, so he opened his eyes a little and said, "The alarm hasn't rung yet."

His mouth seemed to have opened its mouth, and the alarm clock rang the next second.

This made Chen Yun laugh. She raised her lips and said, "I didn't go back to sleep."

When I woke up, I was greeted by such a smiling face.

Song Fenglin felt that his weird sensitivity was totally unnecessary, and said, "I'm going to take a year-end vacation after this busy period. Where do you want to go?"

It's tiring to go out. Chen Yun: "You should rest at home."

Song Fenglin: "I haven't been out for a long time either."

It's not that he has been there for a long time; it's that he has not been to many places at all.

Chen Yun: "Then pick the one you want to go to."

Song Fenglin really couldn't think of it for a while, and was still thinking about it when he got to the company.

He was so engrossed in his studies in the office that he vaguely heard a quarrel outside. His hands were quicker than his brain and he opened the door to take a look.

In fact, he regretted it the moment the door opened, but it was too late, so he had to bite the bullet and greeted: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. He."

Zhang Peng completely forgot his position yesterday and said, "Feng Lin, please judge for yourself."

If it was a matter of morality, there was still a position to be taken, but today they were arguing about things related to the company, so how could Song Fenglin make any judgement?

He was so confused by what the couple said that he tried to reconcile them: "It's almost nine o'clock."

Our company implements a flexible working system, and people come to work one after another at 9 o'clock.

Zhang Peng didn't want to make it known to everyone, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You won't be satisfied until you ruin the financing, right?"

Don’t accuse me. Mr. He: “I have a share in the company. I can’t live with you. I won’t do it for money.”

This made a lot of sense, Song Fenglin nodded slightly.

He thought that women who no longer talk about love are indeed very rational, and the uneasiness in his heart surfaced again.

He couldn't explain the reason, and he didn't want to explore where this emotion came from. He just wanted to leave this place.

Zhang Peng didn't stop him, but just muttered: "I'm the one who wants a divorce, why is he so upset?"

Song Fenglin was indeed a little confused.

He sat at his workstation in a trance, his thoughts slowly returning to his senses, his hands as if hanging by strings, tapping on the keyboard one by one.

Once he was busy, he had no time to think about anything else.