242, I feel uneasy about the typhoon passing through the border
This morning, the sun only showed its face slightly through the clouds. Later, the clouds became thicker and thicker, and the weather turned gloomy.
After breakfast, Xie Yunshu took the new confinement nanny to take care of the two babies and drink breast milk. She gently hugged Zhong Ling, and the baby drank milk quietly and worked very hard. However, Xie Yunshu felt vaguely uneasy and irritable in his heart, and he didn’t know why.
Why.
After feeding the two babies, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up her clothes and hugged Zhong Yu to coax him to sleep. In the quiet, she heard the sound of parking cars coming from the small courtyard. She was a little confused. Xiao Yichen had called her early today.
I said hello to go back to Haicheng, but now I heard the sound of parking.
Yang Chen gently opened the door outside the bedroom and whispered: "Miss Gu, Mr. Gu is back and said that it was affected by the typhoon and the heavy rain will come soon." Yang Chen muttered in his heart, how did Mr. Gu make Miss Gu unhappy?
The two of them were in a cold war, they couldn't talk to each other, and she had to be the one to communicate in the middle.
No wonder I felt uneasy. It was probably because Xiao Yichen encountered a typhoon, which affected his plan. But it would be fine to come back. When the typhoon comes, it will definitely rain heavily and he will not be able to drive.
Xie Yunshu looked at Yang Chen standing by the door and cast a probing look. She still hugged the child quietly and said calmly: "Yes, I understand." The baby slept peacefully, and she felt relieved and quietly
Look at the baby's sleeping face.
Xiao Yichen stood on the porch and looked up at the sky. It was quiet when the storm was about to come. At this moment, the seaside must be getting windy and rough. He wanted to go back to the company to handle business, but was delayed by the weather, so he could only wait for the border crossing before returning to the sea.
City.
He turned back and walked into the living room. Yang Chen happened to come downstairs and walked towards him, asking in a low voice: "What is she doing?" She was very indifferent when he went back and forth, without saying a single extra word.
Yang Chen replied: "Miss is putting the baby to sleep. I told her you were back, but she just said she knew." This sounded too cold and inappropriate.
"Well, you go about your business." Xiao Yichen said no more, walked upstairs and entered the study. Although he could open the door and see her after taking a few more steps, he couldn't let go of the embarrassment last night. She
He painfully asked for love, but he firmly refused, and a layer of ice formed between them from then on.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on either of them, it is her past that is torturing her, and it is just a problem left over from history.
Xiao Yichen retracted his thoughts, shook his head, turned on the computer, and contacted Gong Jun to see if there was anything important about the company.
After a while, the raindrops began to fall, hitting the window glass with dense and disorderly sounds. Xiao Yichen secretly sighed that he had made the right choice to come back. It would definitely rain soon. He returned his eyes to the computer and continued reading.
mail.
Xie Yunshu was even more irritated by the rain. She walked out of the baby's room. Seeing that Xiao Yichen was not in the hall, she opened the door of the next room, entered and closed the door.
Pushing open the glass door of the balcony, raindrops immediately hit her sideways, making her feel cold. She raised her head, and the raindrops scattered all over the sky in one direction with the wind. It was the power of nature and irresistible.
With such a heavy rain, what is Qiao Ye doing in Qinzhou? He must have already devoted himself to the company's affairs. Qinzhou is in the south and must have been affected by the typhoon in the early morning. In a few hours, Yangcheng will also be soaked.
After a while, there was water on the balcony, which gathered together and flowed to the sewer along the small ditch in the corner.
She was shivered by the cold wind, looked at the thoroughly watered flowers, plants and seedlings in the courtyard, closed the balcony door, and retreated into the room.