Chapter 6 Six Works
After taking a shower, Chen Yun lay on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.
This moment is the most relaxing time of the day for her. Even though she is feeling sleepy, she is reluctant to let go.
But her biological clock played tricks on her and she couldn't resist for too long. She didn't know when she fell asleep.
Song Fenglin got home from get off work at twelve o'clock. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her and moved his hands and feet lightly.
In fact, he doesn't need to be so cautious. Once Chen Yun falls asleep, no one can get help from her.
She was unaware that there was an extra person three inches away from her, and her breathing remained steady.
Song Fenglin pushed aside her hair that was scattered and covered half of her face, and said helplessly: "Why did you fall asleep here?"
Chen Yun stretched out the tone: "Hmm~"
Like a spoiled child, Song Fenglin spoke more humbly: "Go back to your room and sleep, okay?"
Chen Yun ignored her and even covered her head with a small blanket.
If you yell again, I'll probably get angry.
Song Fenglin touched the back of her neck and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.
Chen Yun slept more soundly as no one disturbed her.
I was a little dazed when I woke up. It took me two seconds to realize that I had slept in the living room last night. I kicked the ground and wanted to go to the bathroom.
As soon as she stepped on it, she knew she was not on the ground, and she glanced downward.
Song Fenglin slept in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa. Perhaps he had nowhere to go, so he lay straight with his hands folded on his abdomen.
At first glance, it seems a little peaceful.
Chen Yun stretched out her finger to feel his breathing, then poked his stomach: "Why are you sleeping here?"
Such familiar words.
Song Fenglin was a light sleeper, and he suddenly opened his eyes: "I lay in bed for a while but couldn't fall asleep, and I wanted to be next to you."
Honesty is more touching than sweet words that are carefully thought out.
Chen Yun stepped on his thigh naturally: "It's disgusting."
So this is what it means to be bored. Song Fenglin realized it belatedly and said with embarrassment: "Are you still sleeping?"
Chen Yun: "Go inside and sleep for a while. I'll make breakfast."
Song Fenglin sat up, holding onto the coffee table: "I can't sleep."
His sleep quality has always been poor. He always feels like there is a string on his heart and he can't sleep well at the slightest disturbance.
Chen Yun: "I'll cook a little something for you. Do you want some steak?"
Song Fenglin: "Okay."
Chen Yun thawed two slices of meat in the refrigerator last night, and was originally going to eat them this morning.
She took it out and left it at room temperature for a while, wiped off the blood and evenly applied oil and black pepper.
Song Fenglin went to the balcony to cut a bunch of osmanthus fragrans, took it into the kitchen, washed it, shook it off and put it aside for later use.
Chen Yun picked it up and threw it into the pot, then took two steps back to avoid the splashing oil.
What she is best at is frying steak, and her movements are smooth as flowing water.
Seeing that the food was about to be served, Song Fenglin reached out and opened the high cabinet: "Which plate are we going to use today?"
Chen Yun has a series of beautiful tableware, and sometimes I can’t even choose one.
She said, "The one that draws the cherries should be in the middle."
The instructions were very clear and Song Fenglin found it immediately.
The division of labor between the two of us was very clear, and it took less than fifteen minutes to eat and clean up.
Song Fenglin drank some hot tea, went into the room and gathered all the children.
Chen Yun followed behind: "Breakfast is on the table. Someone has reserved the restaurant for a birthday this afternoon, so I'll go to the store first."
Song Fenglin: "Okay, slow down."
It was no problem for him to take care of the two children. He would take photos and send them out as usual when they entered kindergarten.
He thought it was normal that there was no reply, so he went to the company to catch up on his sleep on the folding bed.
Half asleep, he heard someone knocking on the office door. He asked while putting on his glasses, "Who is it?"
Outside: "Me."
Song Fenglin recognized the boss's voice, pressed his hair down, and opened the door: "Boss Zhang."
Zhang Peng: "I knew you were in the office."
Then he asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Song Fenglin: "I came here after eating at home."
His life is really regular.
Zhang Peng: "I have almost forgotten how long it has been since I last had a meal at home."
Although Song Fenglin was not a gossipy person, he knew that the couple had been having conflicts recently.
He thought that it was someone who came to him early in the morning to act as a mediator, so he poured a glass of water and said, "I have some bread here, would you like some?"
The company was established more than ten years ago, and one of the old employees is Song Fenglin.
Zhang Peng was not polite to him and sat down: "Eat, do you have coffee?"
Song Fenglin: “Yes.”
After the food and drinks were laid out on the table, Zhang Peng began to complain: "Why are women so troublesome? They want divorces over the smallest of things."
The boss's wife used to be in charge of the company's finances, but in recent years she has stepped back and returned to her family.
Song Fenglin felt that the other person was not the type to cause trouble over trivial matters, and it was not appropriate for him to comment on other people's marriages.
He asked, "Did you have a fight?"
It would be fine if they quarreled. Zhang Peng: "Without saying a word, she just threw the divorce agreement to me and asked for half of the property. Tell me, the company is at a critical stage of financing now. Isn't she just looking for trouble?"
It looks like the quarrel is quite intense.
Song Fenglin didn't have many ways to coax people: "Then you try to persuade her."
Zhang Peng: "I just came to you because I couldn't persuade him any more."
As expected, they came to him to be the mediator. Song Fenglin was a little embarrassed: "I'm not very good at speaking."
Being modest, Zhang Peng deeply believed that a person like him who never had a problem in his backyard must have his own abilities: "Just ask her to put the overall situation first. This is also for the company."
For the company, it’s for the salary.
Song Fenglin reluctantly agreed: "I'll try, but I can't guarantee it will work."
Zhang Peng urged: "Then send her a WeChat message now."
The knife was at his neck, and Song Fenglin had no time to figure out what was wrong.
He asked, “What should I post?”
Zhang Peng: "Come on, let me read it to you."
He said he was reading, but in fact he just typed it himself.
Song Fenglin now deeply regretted opening the door for him just now and could only stare at the screen of his mobile phone.
Zhang Peng: [Mr. He, I’m Song Fenglin. Mr. Zhang told me about your situation yesterday, and I wanted to be a peacemaker for you. Husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. You have been married for more than ten years and it has not been easy through all the ups and downs until today. I still remember when I first arrived at the company...】
Song Fenglin, who was left alone, couldn't bear to watch it any longer and wondered when he had ever seen Mr. Zhang secretly put a coat on Mr. He.
He got goosebumps at those fabricated plots and his fists slowly clenched.
Zhang Peng himself didn't think so. He became more and more absorbed in typing, saying, "Am I not good to her?"
Song Fenglin didn't understand his excitement.
But he was just a worker, so he could only agree: "It's pretty good."
Zhang Peng slapped his thigh and said, "That's great! The child is taken care of by an auntie, the credit card is freely used, and the house is only in her name. What else do you want from me?"
Song Fenglin reflected on himself and felt that he seemed to have not achieved these three points.
He couldn't blame anyone else, and he rubbed his hands on his thighs awkwardly.
Zhang Peng doesn't need anyone to help him, he just does what he wants: "You want me to make money and take care of the family, you say I can't do it even if I'm a god."
You can't have both, and Song Fenglin knows it's difficult.
He felt that he owed his family a lot because of this matter, and said, "It's normal for Mr. He to be angry."
Wait, which side is he on?
Zhang Peng: "She is idle at home every day, so of course she has time to be angry."
Having time and being sulky are two different things, and no one would go out of their way to make things difficult for themselves.
Song Fenglin thought there must be a trigger. Just as he was thinking about whether to ask, he caught a glimpse of the eight words sent by Mr. He: [Did you know that Zhang Peng cheated on you? 】
Song Fenglin really didn’t know.
He subconsciously snatched his phone back: "Mr. Zhang, you didn't tell me."
Zhang Peng was not embarrassed at all: "It's normal for men to have affairs outside."
Song Fenglin thought it was abnormal.
He originally thought it was just an ordinary family conflict, but he didn't expect it to involve his bottom line. His expression was serious: "If this is the case, I can't help you with this matter."
Zhang Peng knew that his personality was a bit old-fashioned, so he tried to reason with him: "It is better to destroy ten temples than to break up a marriage."
When he changed his heart, he took the initiative to break up the marriage, but now he is putting the blame on others.
Song Fenglin just felt puzzled: "There's nothing we can do about it."
Although Zhang Peng had not expected that he could persuade people to change their minds, he was still disappointed with his lack of effort.
He said: "No, you haven't thought of a solution either."
Song Fenglin understood clearly: "I can't do it."
Zhang Peng was speechless for a moment, and was furious at the accusation in his eyes: "Do you think I am willing? I did it all for work!"
Song Fenglin thought that he was working for a serious gaming company at home, and no business required the boss to devote himself to it.
Besides, he personally didn't think the boss had much to contribute, so he remained silent for two seconds.
Zhang Peng was too lazy to talk to him, so he slammed the door and left angrily.
He was probably just angry and was said to have cursed in the office, "Will the company not work without him, Song Fenglin?"
The earth will continue to rotate without anyone, but it will bring some inconvenience.
Song Fenglin didn't think his boss would fire him for this, but he still read the news sent by the headhunter a few days ago again. He slacked off for the entire afternoon and even left work at five o'clock.
As soon as he left, a gust of wind blew in the office.
Song Fenglin didn't know that he had caused a lot of discussion, so he rode a bicycle to the coffee shop.
When he arrived, the afternoon private event had just ended and Chen Yun was tearing off the balloons stuck on the glass.
She jumped twice on the spot but couldn't reach it, so she looked around for tools.
Song Fenglin stretched out his hand, helped her pull it off and said, "Are you done?"
Chen Yun glanced at her watch before asking, "Why are you here so early?"
Song Fenglin hesitated to speak: "Yes, there is something."
People who live a smooth life don't like to hear about something going wrong.
Chen Yun suddenly felt that there was nothing to clean up in this mess, so she dragged him out.
The two stood under the shade of a tree on the street. Song Fenglin said, "I may have some job changes."
Chen Yun: "Is your company going to close down?"
Didn’t they say a few days ago that they would go public after raising funds? It seemed like everything was going well.
Song Fenglin shook his head, finished talking about today's events, and added: "My contract expires this year."
He was worried that his boss would make a fuss about it.
Chen Yun had been laid off once and was more familiar with the provisions of the labor law than he was.
She said, "If you don't renew the contract, you have to pay compensation. This is a good opportunity for you to squeeze some money out of this scumbag."
After she said it, it turned into a good thing.
Song Fenglin had been in the company for too long and had feelings for it, and he also knew that the salary for his next job might be worse, so he said, "I should have pretended not to be there in the morning."
Chen Yun: "Shouldn't you regret not agreeing with your boss?"
Song Fenglin: "I can't follow it."
He was lost in a memory: "The year I joined the company, it was still in its infancy and everything cost money. Mr. He cooked for us every day, worked part-time in finance and administration, and also had to solicit investments. He drank so much that he had stomach bleeding a few times. At that time, they were very loving."
Because he had witnessed it, he couldn't persuade others to forgive.
As soon as he said that, Chen Yun remembered: "Well, you did a good job today. You made the scumbag accept moral condemnation."
He added: "It's just a job, our family is rich!"
Song Fenglin was not sure how rich this person was, so he asked, "How long can I last if I don't work?"
Chen Yun raised her finger and indicated: "Three years."
Song Fenglin finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I don't regret it."
After all, money is a person's courage, and his justice also needs economic support.
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