k.After all, we're just colleagues, not close friends. There's no obligation to donate money.The best relationships in the workplace are those that only discuss work, avoid personal feelings, and don'...Isn't life made up of little things

What crushes a person's feelings isn't necessarily a sudden cataclysm, perhaps it's just the accumulation of little things over time.

When Shen Yi'an came to his senses, Song Lin had already washed the dishes and walked out.

"Are you going to wear that" he asked, wiping his hands.

Shen Yian lowered his head to look at the work uniform on his body and quickly got up.

"Hold on, I'm going to change my clothes."

She ran back to her room and pulled out a saffron-colored long dress,

This dress was given to her by her mother, and she has always treasured it, rarely taking it out to wear. Today, she doesn't know what came over her.

The first thing that came to mind when I thought about changing clothes was this skirt.

When Mom gave her the dress, she said that because her skin was white, she would look really good in it.

In fact, that's true. She got a lot of attention wearing this outfit.

But how could she suddenly think of this

Because...Song Lin

Soon, Shen Yian shook his head, denying the unfounded thoughts. It must be because his mother was having surgery tomorrow that he thought of the dress she had given him.

After changing into her skirt, she took down her originally low-hanging hair and put it up in a bun. It's been hot lately, so this is a bit more refreshing.

Stepping out of the room, Shen Yinan shook her skirt.

"Mr. Song, I'm done."

Hearing this, Song Lin on the sofa casually raised his eyes, and his gaze couldn't help but fix.

This was his first time seeing Shen Yian in clothes other than his work uniform. In fact, it wasn't anything particularly exquisite; it was the kind of style that little girls all over the street loved to wear.

Round neckline, long dress.

But it looked unexpectedly dazzling on her.

Her already fair skin was even more radiant against the warm yellow backdrop. The round neckline highlighted her delicate collarbone, and the dress, reaching down to her calves, accentuated the slenderness of her lower legs.

A simple ball hairstyle with a few strands of hair falling, playful and cute.

How old is she, exactly

When she wears her work uniform, people would believe she's in her thirties. But once she changes clothes, she looks like a college freshman.

Shen Yian noticed Song Lin's gaze and asked cautiously, "What's wrong Is it not okay Then I'll change back. I don't have many pajamas..."

Song Lin stopped and said, "That's enough. It's too much trouble to keep switching."

Get rid of those old-fashioned, dowdy work clothes she has immediately.

Out of consideration for Shen Yian's pride, he didn't say anything. He realized to his surprise that he was even concerned about what other people wore. When had he become so nosy

Song Lin frowned and turned towards the entrance hall.

Shen Yi'an took out his sneakers from the cupboard. Just as he was about to put them on, Song Lin's brows were almost knitted together.

"Don't you have other shoes"

She was wearing a yellow dress and black sneakers. Even he, a man, couldn't stand that combination.

"Sneakers are convenient." Shen Yian obviously didn't get his point.

"Hmm."

Song Lin pursed his lips, somewhat regretting that he had spoken too much.

What does it have to do with him

Shen Yian didn't mind: "Let's go."

That's it, the two of them arrived at a large supermarket near their apartment together.

This was Shen Yian's first time at this supermarket. As soon as he walked in, there were free samples, and the staff were very generous. They cut a big chunk off of the German sausage they were handing out right away.

Unlike the supermarkets she used to go to, where they would offer thin slices for tasting and you couldn't even get a taste before it was gone, and they would insist on you buying it, as if not buying was taking advantage of them.

But here won't, no hard sell, the people around are also very orderly in line.

Shen Yian looked at the sizzling sausages, her mouth watering a bit. She wanted to eat one, but Song Lin was still standing beside her. If she reached for it without permission, would he think she was taking advantage of him

But it really looked delicious, she couldn't help but purse her lips and look at the man beside her.

"Mr. Song, would you like to eat"

"...."

Song Lin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his face full of anticipation, he almost had "I want to eat" written on his forehead.

Where's the crispness and sharpness of a white-collar worker in this look "Okay, but wait a moment.""What are you waiting for"Song Lin stood suspiciously at the kitchen doorway, watching Shen Yi'an tiptoe to reach for the top shelf.When he was renovating, he didn't pay muc...