. But since so much time has passed, it definitely can't be found."Another security guard advised, "It's already dark and the rain is so heavy. If it's not something valuable, maybe just forget about...Suddenly, coughs filled the entire office as everyone stared at Shen Yian and Song Lin's tightly clasped hands.

Shen Yian's cheeks flushed quickly, but thinking of Song Lin's drool in his palm, she was too embarrassed to let go.

Xu Da smiled and said, “I didn't expect Song Lin to be so fast even with one hand on the keyboard. He's a role model for us.”

Everyone laughed.

Song Lin raised an eyebrow: "It's mainly because you don't have the opportunity."

Xu Da and his colleagues suddenly couldn't laugh, and resentment welled up.

As soon as the computer shut down, it said goodbye and vanished completely.

Although Shen Yian felt it was inappropriate, he didn't have the time or energy to care now. His mind was preoccupied with figuring out how to deal with the dampness in his palm.

She took advantage of Song Lin's still numb hands, chuckled softly, and pulled out a tissue, pretendingly saying, "It's hot, my palms are full of sweat. I'll wipe them for you and give you a little massage, so your hands won't go numb anymore."

Deep down, she admired her quick wit.

She quickly wiped Song Lin's palm, making sure there was no saliva left. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a faint melody rang out from Song Lin’s head.

"By the way, wipe your mouth too."

..."

Shen Yian's head buzzed, feeling utterly ashamed.

Song Lin couldn't help but smile, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go back."

Shen Yian nodded. "Hmm."

She tidied up and was about to leave in a hurry, but unexpectedly Song Lin was still looking for something.

"What's wrong" she asked.

"My phone is lost somewhere." Song Lin replied.

Just make a phone call.

Saying that, Shen Yian took out his phone and called Song Lin.

A beep sounded, it turned out to be pressed under the file.

Sheng Yian took out his phone from the file: "This... here."

She looked at Song Lin's phone screen and paused involuntarily.

Could she be seeing things

Song Lin actually made a note on her number.

Shen Yian.

She couldn't possibly have mistaken her own name.

So... Song Lin didn't make notes for Yang Shu, but he did for her. Doesn't that mean they are different

Shen Yian, what are you thinking about

Just a note.

But as he thought about it, Shen Yian smiled slightly.

At this time, Song Lin reached out and took the phone, asking, "What are you laughing at"

Shen Yian immediately retracted his smile: "No."

Song Lin glanced at Shen Yian's phone notes: "Husband Didn't change it"

Shen Yi'an pressed down on the phone screen.

She forgot to change it.

"I'll change that right away, no, I'm changing it now." Shen Yian quickly opened the phonebook.

Song Lin narrowed her eyes, she still dared to change

What's bothering him

"No need to change it anymore." Song Lin stopped him.

"Why" Shen Yian asked, puzzled.

"I'm worried that if you faint again, no one will know who to contact."

"Yeah, you should take note of that too, just in case you pass out, who knows what your wife's name is"

After finishing his words, Shen Yian realized he had said something outrageous.

No one else can contact Aunt Mo. Who would need to contact her

Where is the elevator

Come on!

"What are you changing" Song Lin asked in a deep voice.he driver: “Take us back to the institute.”……The old house of the Ji family was deep and secluded in a winding path.A hundred-year-old family estate is no ordinary place. Its architecture is magnifice...