The strange voice that existed almost deep in her mind made Song Qingyin pause and she turned around to look.
She was a middle-aged woman in uniform, with a dark and simple face.
The next second, after Song Qingyin thought of something, the expression on her face almost shattered.
The emotions in her eyes changed rapidly. She held onto the door frame tightly and pretended to be calm: "I don't know you."
After saying that, he quickly closed the door.
"Huh?" The woman was puzzled.
A few minutes later, Song Qingyin carefully pushed the door open, looked around to make sure there was no one there, and hurried out.
But after taking two steps, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Song Qingyin was startled and turned her head mechanically to look to the side.
The woman didn't leave. She looked at Song Qingyin and said with certainty: "I'm not mistaken. You are Qingyin! Li Qingyin!"
...
...
Hearing this name, Song Qingyin's face turned paler at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You stayed at my cousin's house for two years, and I even gave you a red envelope. I won't admit my mistake!"
"You are Qingyin! Where have you been all these years?" the woman said as she looked Song Qingyin up and down.
Exquisite makeup, gorgeous dress.
The fabric of the clothes was as smooth as milk. She had never worn such good clothes in her life!
The woman thought about it and touched it twice more.
Song Qingyin shuddered all over, and suddenly came to her senses, knocking the woman's hand away: "I said I don't know you! Don't touch me!"
The woman frowned when she heard this: "How could I not know you? I'm your aunt..."
Song Qingyin's eyes suddenly widened.
Just as the woman finished her words, a familiar voice came from the entrance of the bathroom: "Qingyin, are you okay?"
Pei Jingmo's voice rang in her ears, and Song Qingyin's hair stood up all over her body. Alarm bells rang. She grabbed the woman's hand and was about to push her into the ladies' room, but it was too late.
The man had already turned the corner and appeared in front of the two.
Pei Jingmo waited for a while but Song Qingyin didn't come back, so he came over to check on her because he was worried that she was not feeling well.
Unexpectedly, I saw her arguing with a cleaning lady at the bathroom door.
Pei Jingmo glanced at the woman, who was wearing the restaurant's uniform and had a strange face.
He didn't take it seriously, retracted his gaze and walked towards Song Qingyin: "What problem did you encounter?"
When Song Qingyin heard Pei Jingmo's question, she was afraid that the woman would talk nonsense, so she said first: "No! I, I wanted to borrow something from this auntie..."
Pei Jingmo understood what she said and looked at her belly worriedly: "Do you need my help?"
"No need! I..."
"Hey, Qingyin, this guy can't be your boyfriend!"
Song Qingyin didn't expect the woman to interrupt her and speak first.
She quickly grabbed the woman's wrist and squeezed it tightly.
The woman felt pain, but didn't notice Song Qingyin's eyes at all.
She took a breath, then brushed away Song Qingyin's hand, looked at Pei Jingmo and said with a smile: "Qingyin, I am definitely happy for you that you have a boyfriend, why are you hiding it?"
"Don't worry, your father has been in poor health in the past two years, and he can't be your boss anymore, so you don't have to be afraid of him."
Pei Jingmo frowned and asked, "Your dad?"
"Who is this..." He looked at Song Qingyin, puzzled.
"Ah? You didn't tell your boyfriend about our family situation!" The woman was surprised, then wiped her hands and reached out on her own initiative: "Hello, sir, I am Qingyin's cousin, you can just call me aunt."
Upon hearing this, the wrinkles between Pei Jingmo's brows deepened.
This time he looked the woman over carefully. She was an honest and sturdy woman with a lot of white hair on her head and dry and wrinkled skin, which was obviously caused by years of hard work.
Song Qingyin was born into a wealthy family in Haicheng. She had a good family background and lived a comfortable life. Time did not leave many marks on them.
Besides, Song Qingyin's parents had passed away long ago, so how could they still be alive as this woman said?
"Qingyin, what's going on?" Pei Jingmo asked directly.
The man's voice was low and full of doubt.
Song Qingyin heard it, she quickly thought of a countermeasure, and a few seconds later she simply said: "Jing Mo, this auntie must have recognized the wrong person. When I came out of the bathroom, she inexplicably held me and wouldn't let go."
As she spoke, she fearfully grabbed Pei Jingmo's arm, hid behind him, and looked at the woman cautiously: "Auntie, my name is Qingyin, but my name is Song Qingyin, not the person you are talking about."
"You really got the wrong person. I have never seen you before."
After saying that, she held Pei Jingmo's hand tightly and said coquettishly: "Jingmo, let's go. I feel a little dizzy."
Pei Jingmo's eyes moved to the woman opposite him. She frowned in thought and murmured, "Song Qingyin...?"
"Isn't it Li Qingyin?"
Seeing this, Pei Jingmo's gaze deepened. He held Song Qingyin's hand thoughtfully and took her away.
As for Song Qingyin's contradictory words, Pei Jingmo did not delve into them for the time being.
The woman behind him looked at the two people leaving and stood there in a daze for a long time.
"Isn't she really the little girl from his brother's family?"
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Pei Jingmo drove Song Qingyin back home. Today, she broke her usual behavior and grabbed the man's hand and refused to let him go.
"Jing Mo, can you accompany me today?"
Pei Jingmo was worried about Xiaoyu at home and wanted to refuse, but Song Qingyin hugged him directly: "Today is our eighth anniversary. We have missed so much. Can you stay with me today?"
"Please."
When was there ever a time when Song Qingyin had to beg him to stay so humbly?
They were originally a couple.
Pei Jingmo thought about the accident she had suffered and the two years they had been separated, and he finally softened his heart and nodded.
After getting into the elevator, Song Qingyin opened the door, turned around and hugged the man's tall body.
Pei Jingmo was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his arms and hugged her waist.
"Qingyin, go wash up first."
"No, I want to stay with you." Song Qingyin hugged him tightly.
Pei Jingmo said helplessly: "Aren't you dizzy? Go to bed early after washing up."
"Then will you accompany me tonight?" Song Qingyin hugged his neck and moved back a little, looking at him with blurry eyes.
The intimate gestures, gentle whispers, frowns and smiles instantly brought Pei Jingmo's thoughts back to the time when the two of them first got together.
He was so soft-hearted that he nodded and promised her, "I won't leave."
Song Qingyin got a satisfactory reply. She leaned in and kissed him on the face, then walked towards the bathroom contentedly.
Pei Jingmo stood where he was, clearly feeling the touch still on his cheek.
Since she came back from the accident and learned that he was married, the two of them have been together every day, but they have hardly ever crossed the line.
Because Qingyin wanted to wait until he got divorced before she was willing to be with him with a clear conscience.
But recently, he felt that Song Qingyin was much more dependent on and intimate with him.
He knew this was normal because they were a couple.
But for some reason, after all these years of intimacy, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Is it because he and Qingyin have been separated for too long and have not had any intimacy?
Pei Jingmo frowned slightly and tapped his cheek with his fingertips.
A quarter of an hour later, Song Qingyin came out of the shower.
Pei Jingmo touched her wet hair, gently told her to blow dry her hair, and then walked past her and went into the bathroom.
At this moment, the man's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and a warm body pressed against him.
The next second, Pei Jingmo leaned against the wall, feeling the softness on his lips.
He opened his eyes and looked down at Song Qingyin who was kissing her tenderly...
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