dn't wait any longer.Jiang Qingxue swept her gaze over Song Lin, the astonishment in her eyes undisguised. She asked, “Who are you”"Song Lin, Shen Yian's husband." Song Lin said in a cold voice."Are y...As he was about to change his shoes and enter, he kicked over a pair of slippers that were too small.

"Is this...a woman's size Did the mistress prepare it"

Xu Da didn't think much about it and walked straight into the master bedroom, changing out a few sets of clothes for Song Lin.

After taking his things, he passed by the kitchen and suddenly remembered Song Lin's plan to install an air conditioner there. He found himself walking into the kitchen.

He was curious to see what it was that made Song Lin so interested in the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw many things he had never seen before. There were pots and pans, various seasonings, and two aprons, one red and one blue, hanging on the wall.

Couples' outfits!

No, that's not right.

Woman!

Xu Da was struck dumb, his whole body stiffening.

The boss has a girlfriend!

He finally understood why there were different vibes in the house, because there was a woman.

Xu Da walked excitedly out, and when he was changing his shoes, he accidentally stepped on a black plastic bag at the entrance.

"The boss is really something else. He finally got a woman, but he doesn't even know how to help throw away the trash! He's not afraid of scaring her off."

Xu Da, keeping to his belief of doing good deeds anonymously, took a black plastic bag and left the house. He also casually threw the garbage bag into the trash can downstairs.

Then I went back to the company to report.

......

Shen Yian dragged his weary body back home. As soon as he lay down on the sofa, he remembered that his shoes hadn't been sent for repair.

She thought about putting her shoes in her bag so she wouldn't forget them tomorrow.

When she reached the entryway, her shoe bag was gone. She thought it must be in the closet and opened it again.

But after searching three times, she couldn't find her high heels. She was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat. She turned around and ran into the room.

Maybe he forgot to take it back to his room yesterday. Shen Yian turned his room upside down again, even scraping under the bed twice with a broom.

But I still couldn't find the shoes.

At this moment, she thought of Song Lin.

This is Song Lin's home. Besides her, only Song Lin can enter and exit.

Shen Yian anxiously dialed Song Lin's phone, but Song Lin didn't answer. She could only repeatedly dial his number without getting tired.

Not until the fifth time did Song Lin pick up the phone, his voice showing a hint of impatience.

What's up

"Mr. Song, have you seen my shoes They were by the door, wrapped in a black plastic bag." Shen Yian tried to keep calm and continued, "Maybe you saw them and put them away. Please tell me if you did, it's very important to me."

"Important" Song Lin's tone was laced with sarcasm, "Indeed it is."

"Mr. Song, what do you mean Do you know It..."

"Threw it away," Song Lin said coldly.

"Mr. Song! Why did you throw away my things"

Hearing the shoes being thrown, Shen Yian angrily questioned.

"My house isn't a place to dispose of trash," Song Lin said flatly, with no emotion.

“That’s my stuff!”

"You were also bought with my money. I have the right to decide what appears in my house. Don't try to fool everyone else, don't you know your place"

"You... you think of me like that"

"Isn't that so" Song Lin retorted.

"....", no emotion, no life. 。She felt deeply guilty for her clinging and ultimately failed marriage, which had caused her young son so much upheaval. 。Over the years, she had tried every way to change Song...