"Found it." A radiant expression appeared on his face.
The next second, a remote camera appeared on the desktop, projecting a bustling street in country S.
The camera is pointed at a flower shop with a stretched terrace.
There were several bottles of hydroponic tulips and some plain-colored potted plants placed at the entrance.
A woman in a plain dress is spraying water on the delicate plants by the door.
Occasionally, you'll see her suddenly put down the spray bottle and run into the shop to serve the customers, her long hair fluttering with her movements.
When no one is around, she sometimes stands at the doorway, looking at the entrance on the other side of the street, where different people occasionally appear with their dogs.
This is the second time Ang has cracked the surveillance cameras outside Lin Qingyi's shop. Compared to the last time when he was counter-tracked, he has found a more ingenious way to avoid being noticed by others for the abnormality of the surveillance.
The room was pitch black, and it was noon on the other side of the screen. Lin Qingyi sat under the awning with her easel, noting down the people coming and going on her white paper.
Occasionally, I would stare blankly at the buildings across the street.
The lights in the room were suddenly switched on. An Qiming returned to get something and found that the screen in the dark room was still lit. He pushed the door open and found that it was Ang Ge there.
Ang noticed someone approaching and quickly shut down the program displaying on his computer screen.
I don't know if my father saw it, but my actions were somewhat guilty, like someone caught daydreaming in class.
Ang pretended to be calm, picked up his cup, and took a sip of water.
"Dad, what brings you here?"
"I had an appointment to deliver a message tomorrow, so I came over. It's so late, aren't you going home yet?"
He had a sudden inspiration, "Soon, I also need to deliver materials to Zhuo Wen and A Ming tomorrow, so I'll be a little late."
An Qiming gave him a meaningful look. "Well, don't stay up too late."
He turned around, went to the office next door to get the documents, said goodbye, and left.
Ang breathed a sigh of relief and reopened the shrunk image, realizing he felt a bit too guilty...
They completely forgot that if he had placed it openly on the table, no one would have suspected anything, let alone his own father.
I saw the girl on the other side of the screen stand up and go inside to prune flowers for someone, her busy figure moving back and forth.
He clicked close, took the prepared materials, and shut down the computer.
Song Xingyao never expected that she would return so soon after moving out, and with a strange but undeniably real memory that once belonged to her.
From the day Fu Siming told her the truth, she began to intentionally or unintentionally go to some familiar places, trying to activate the dormant memories in her mind.
Sometimes, when she was too eager to recall these things, Song Xingyao experienced severe headaches.
It was just a coincidence that Fu Siming would almost always appear.
Song Xingyao knew he was worried about her. Perhaps Lao Xu had tipped him off, but the speed at which he arrived was so fast that she almost thought this man had some kind of superpower.
At the dinner table, Fu Xunzhi's request to sleep with Song Xingyao was immediately rejected by Fu Siming, who was sitting next to him.
The reason is: the little man has grown up and can no longer sleep with his mother.
Although Song Xingyao was somewhat dissatisfied with his forceful tone, she still supported his decision. After all, when it comes to formally cultivating gender awareness, it's not appropriate to spoil him too much, even if they haven't spent much time together.
She thought, there's still a long time to get to know each other, so there's no need to rush.
So she naturally accepted the task of being reprimanded.
In the children's room, Song Xingyao finished telling him the last story, but his eyes were still blinking wide as he stared at her.
Setting the book aside, Song Xingyao asked softly, "Xunzhi, what's wrong? Aren't you going to sleep?"
A little hand peeked out from under the covers and grasped her fingers: "Mommy, will I be able to see you when I wake up?"
Her expression changed slightly, and she grasped his small hand in return.
"Of course, didn't I promise you I'd personally take you to kindergarten tomorrow?"
His face showed hesitation, and Song Xingyao reached out and smoothed his furrowed brows. "Okay, close your eyes now. I promise you'll see me first thing tomorrow morning! Let's pinky swear."
She bent her fingers and presented them to Fu Xunzhi, happily placing them on her own fingers. Seeing her make a pinky promise, she finally closed her eyes in relief.
After washing up, Song Xingyao went straight back to her guest room and saw that the study next door was still lit.
The hand that was on the bedroom door loosened, and it was discovered that the study door was open.
As soon as she reached the door and looked up, she found the man's gaze fixed on her.
Fu Siming had already taken a shower and looked like he had come back temporarily. The black silk bathrobe he was wearing looked to be the same style as the one he had seen when he first came to Haiyan after losing his memory.
Today, however, he was dressed more neatly than last time, with the belt properly tied around his waist, and his muscular chest was exposed by the casual movements of his crossed collar.
Her face flushed, and Song Xingyao's gaze lingered, unsure of where to rest.
"Um... I've already put him to sleep, you should get some rest too..."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
The next second, the man strode forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms.
He gently rested his chin on her still-damp hair, his fingers slowly stroking the ends of her hair, his voice low and hoarse, completely unlike the serious and composed woman he had just been sitting at her desk.
"Um...that..." Unfortunately, she had already used up her excellent reason.
Her attempt to escape was discovered, and the man behind her deliberately rubbed his hair against her neck, making her itchy and wanting to get away, but he held her tightly and she couldn't move.
A warm sensation came from beside my ear: "No...no, someone will see..."
"So... as long as no one sees, it's fine, right?" Suddenly suspended in mid-air, the man behind her scooped her up, but instead of returning her to the study, he carried her back to the chair in front of the desk.
The leather felt against his slightly open bathrobe, making her flinch.
However, because of the excessive movements, the bathrobe underneath her opened up even wider.
Feeling the burning gaze on her head, she struggled to get up.
Fu Siming immediately turned the chair around, and the inertia caused her to fall into the man's arms.
The man's already slightly open bathrobe was pulled open even wider by Song Xingyao, who was even more nervous.
The small, firm sensation beneath her palm made Song Xingyao even more embarrassed.
As soon as she calmed down, the words that came out of her mouth were already stammering, "I...I didn't mean to, it's just because you suddenly did this that I...I held on for a bit."
It was the truth, but when she saw the playful expression on the man's face, Song Xingyao suddenly felt like someone who had done something lewd and then run away.
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