Love after Marriage

HOSPITAL

　The afternoon sun was scorching. The man in front of me was leaning against the car door, one hand in his pocket, one leg bent and the other straight, his posture was rare and casual.

　　The light and shadow played on his shoulders, outlining his slightly straight back, broad shoulders and narrow waist, like a walking clothes rack.

　　It's like an exquisite painting, every frame is thrilling.

　　The straight eyebrows, the dark eyes, and the naturally clear and bright demeanor are all intoxicating.

　　Wen Qian fell into his dark and deep phoenix eyes, facing the dazzling light and shadow, and blinked slowly.

　　It seemed as if she had not expected him to appear, and there was a hint of hesitation in her soft eyes.

　　After reacting, her almond eyes widened, "Why are you here?"

　　Song Yu on the other end of the phone asked, "Xixi, who are you talking to?"

　　Wen Qian covered the microphone and lowered her voice, "Shang Mo."

　　Song Yu asked excitedly, "What is he going to do?"

　　Wen Qian had no idea what he was doing, so she just said, "Let's talk later," and hung up the phone.

　　"If I'm not here, where should I be?" Shang Mo approached slowly, his eyes slightly curved under the lenses, "Oh, I should be at Binhe."

　　This is what Wen Qian told him just now, that she was watching the sea by the river.

　　"I--" She stammered, not knowing how to respond. After all, she had just lied.

　　Maybe she was too nervous, the blush on her cheeks became deeper, and ripples appeared faintly under the sunlight, which made her look even more mouth-watering when you looked at her suddenly.

　　She swallowed and asked tentatively, "How long have you been here?"

　　"What?" Shang Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "Are you afraid that I will hear you talking on the phone?"

　　? ? ! ! !

　　It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything. After he said that, Wen Qian became even more nervous. She wasn't sure how much he had heard, so she pursed her lips and said, "How could that be? We're not talking about any secrets."

　　"Isn't it a secret?" Shang Mo said, "Why don't you tell me what you just talked about?"

　　"..."

　　"I think I heard you mention a child," Shang Mo's expression became serious, and his eyes under the glasses were a little sharp, "What child? Huh?"

　　"Oh, you're talking about that," Wen Qian suppressed her panic and explained casually, "My friend Song Yu just adopted a kitten. She asked me what to name the kitten, and I said child. Yes, child."

　　"The kid is the cat's name?" he asked.

　　"Yes." Wen Qian glanced in one direction, "I also said that I want to be a mother of kittens in the future."

　　She smiled and said, "Child, Mom, you understand, right?"

　　Fearing that he really didn't understand because he was so busy, Wen Qian explained again, "Nowadays, many people treat their pets as their own children, sons, and daughters. People of our age call them that."

　　She let out a long "ah", raised her chin, met Shang Mo's gaze and said, "You may not know, after all, you are not young."

　Shang Mo's attention was successfully diverted, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "You mean I'm old?"