Is Mr. Rong okay?

  Rong Qian felt the weight in his abdomen, thought for a moment, and lifted the quilt.

  All he could see was her pale ankles. Her pajamas were really quite safe.

  Staring intently, she noticed that the person sleeping beside her was no longer breathing evenly as before, but rather seemed to be holding their breath. As if this position was uncomfortable, she turned over again, moving far away from him.

  His lower abdomen felt relieved.

  She leaned against her slightly stiff back, looking thoughtful as if she was pretending to sleep.

  His new wife appeared calm and confident on the surface, occasionally lovely and clever, but was actually anxious and insecure...

  Hei Tong's eyes deepened, and Rong Qian turned off the lights.

  Monday morning was busy and tense. No need to remind AA, two people automatically used a bathroom each, without wasting much time.

  Then a lower bar, a washing and collecting table. Rong Qian was very cooperative, seeing her running to the bedroom to answer the woman's call, taking the initiative to cook noodles.

  Qiao Yunxue didn't understand why these women liked to call Rong Qian early in the morning to disturb him, but she could shut them up with just one sentence.

  The other side was heartbroken: "Heavens, how did Rong Qian get a lover..."

  She always says seriously: "Really sorry!"

  Rong Qian heard it on the other side and twitched at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't express any opinion.

  "Ah!" Qiao Yunxue returned to the living room, frowning at the two bowls of noodles.

  "Oh?" Rong Qian glanced at the two bowls of noodles. He had made great progress today and was basically qualified. What else was wrong?

  She quickly picked up her bowl and scooped half of it into his: "Mr. Rong's appetite is that of a man, mine is that of a woman."

  He flashed his black pupils, slightly moved his face, and nodded: "Thank you!"

  In a hurry, but Rong Qian still managed to sneak a peek at the economic news channel. When switching channels, he accidentally stumbled upon the local radio station, which was broadcasting the top 10 outstanding young people.

  Luo Shaofeng was among them.

  Rong Qian looked at Xiao Hui seriously. But Qiao Yunxue suddenly slammed the door shut: "Now even stray cats and dogs can compete for the top ten outstanding youth."

  After finishing speaking, she picked up her handbag and left.

  She stood up with a gentle smile, her slightly stiff back still visible.

  Qiao Yunxue was about to take a bus, but just as she walked to the garden gate, an Audi stopped beside her.

  She shook her head, leaning forward with a serious expression: "I can't ride in your car, or everyone will see us."

  "I'll drop you off before I get to the company." He spoke in a gentle tone, calm and firm, leaving no room for refusal.

  This method is feasible, Qiao Yunxue smiled slightly. She sat up and went. It wasn't until after a long time that she remembered an important thing - it seemed like he was too cooperative, could it be that he also didn't want everyone to know that they were husband and wife?

  She glanced at him, suppressing her doubts - she had said that the two of them would go Dutch and give each other enough space. These topics were too sensitive, too close to her heart.

  As expected, Qiao Yunxue got off three hundred meters away from Hua's house.

  But when she passed by the parking lot, she stopped.

  Rong Qian was walking out of the parking lot with a beautiful woman with big wavy hair by his side. The beauty laughed so hard that her flowers shook, speaking rapidly, while Rong Qian occasionally nodded in response.

  Qiao Yunxue immediately thought of the phone call that morning and wondered which one it would be.

  But she insisted on ignoring them and walked into the Jinghua Building with big strides.

  Go get some water from the tea room first.

  As they approached, whispers came from ahead: "Do you know? Mr. Rong isn't going to make it! It's that Mr. Rong from the 50th floor."