Later, after Ruan Qingling had finished checking all the manuscripts and sealing all the envelopes, she turned to Song Shiting and said, "You're going to work tomorrow, could you please take these to be mailed for me?"
Song Shiting replied, "Okay."
Ruan Qingling stood up, moved her hands upwards slightly. She had been writing for too long, and her face was full of fatigue. She yawned and said, "It's getting late, let's get some rest."
After saying that, she climbed into bed, lay down, and went to sleep!
Song Shiting turned his head and saw that she had already lay down, her eyes closed, her long, black hair resting on her small face, and she was asleep.
Song Shiting was somewhat lost in thought.
During this time, the way the two interacted changed. Song Shiting thought they were about to succeed, but now it seems that the road ahead is still very long.
Finally, he could only lower his eyes and force his gaze to stay on the novel.
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Song Shiting got up early to make breakfast.
Ruan Qingling didn't get up late either.
My daughter hasn't woken up yet.
As soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw the tall figure of a man appear beside the stove.
Men who stay at home look really handsome.
Who said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen?
She felt that a family-oriented man was particularly masculine.
She didn't think that a woman had to be defined as a laundry and cooking machine after marriage.
Song Shiting picked up two eggs, and hearing the voice behind him, turned around and asked, "Awake?"
Ruan Qingling asked, "I'd like to go to the city sometime. When are you free?"
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling with a clear and calm gaze, unable to tell whether she wanted to ask him if he was free to accompany her to the city, or if he was free to stay home and take care of their daughter.
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