Chapter 323

el the stifling heat.He frowned, placing the dishes in the sink and starting to wash them.When he was about to wipe the table, he found that Shen Yian had already cleaned it up. He only asked him to w...Change....

Shen Yian was truly speechless. She couldn't possibly ask Song Lin to change her notes to "wife," right

Under Song Lin's gaze, the elevator door opened, and Shen Yian was as if granted amnesty, quickly walking in.

She walked on, saying, "You can change whatever you want."

Song Lin strode in and said softly, "Hmm."

The elevator descended. Neither of them spoke. Shen Yian noticed that Song Lin was hunched over his phone, tapping at it several times.

She wondered, did it take so many steps to change a note

What's being changed in the notes

Curiosity drove Shen Yian to sneak a step closer to Song Lin. The moment her eyes landed on the screen, it went black, displaying only an unknown symbol.

While she was frustrated, a deep voice sounded from above her head.

"Want to see"

"Hmm." Shen Yi'an nodded without thinking. When she came to her senses, she froze in place and immediately shook her head. "No, no."

"Hmm."

Song Lin lightly replied, then walked out of the elevator.

Shen Yian followed him and rolled his eyes, muttering, "If you don't want to show me, then don't."

After taking a few steps, Song Lin suddenly stopped and looked at her, saying inexplicably: "Hope it will never be needed."

"......"

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What does it mean

Shen Yian didn't quite understand, what kind of notes would someone hope to never have to use

She didn't ask further, and Song Lin walked directly to the parking lot.

Back home, Song Lin told her to go to sleep early and he went to the kitchen to wash the lunchboxes.

It has to be said, whether as a husband or a roommate, Song Lin is impeccable.

Shen Yian returned to his room and lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Song Lin's words.

"Oh, I can't sleep."

She sighed, picked up her phone and got ready to play a little sleep meditation.

As soon as I opened the video app, there was an accident on a bridge.

In the video, a woman crawls out of an overturned car, trembling and still clutching her phone.

A passerby filming the video immediately rushed forward, dialing 120 while reminding the woman not to fall asleep.

A woman listlessly waved a cell phone in her hand. There was a line of text on the screen.

Emergency Contact, 139....

Finally, 120 took the last 120 women away. Passersby also said they contacted her husband through an emergency contact person.

The ending was good, Shen Yian also let out a sigh of relief and directly drew a video.

Suddenly, she thought of something and rewound the video. She paused the video on the woman's phone screen.

The red asterisk, she'd seen it before, right on Song Lin's phone in the elevator.

So... Song Lin added her as an emergency contact

No wonder Song Lin said he hoped not to have to use it.

Thinking about it, Shen Yian suddenly sat up from the bed and searched on his phone how to add an emergency contact.

Following the steps one by one, it really does require tapping the screen as many times as Song Lin did.

It's true!

She actually became Song Lin's emergency contact. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders.

At this time, the sound of the balcony door opening came from outside. Shen Yian was taken aback. It was so late, why wasn't Song Lin asleep yet

She thought about it for a while but still got out of bed and walked out of the room. When she reached the living room, she saw Song Lin leaning against the balcony railing. The evening wind ruffled his shirt and his hair.

He remained still, his head bowed slightly, as if gazing down at the street below, or perhaps at the flickering flame in his hand.

There's always an air of mystery about him, something that's both alluring and impenetrable.

Shen Yian didn't want to disturb Song Lin's thoughts, but as he turned around, he bumped into the sofa, the sound still startling Song Lin.

He turned his head to look at her, wondering what she was thinking through the glass door.ust. Rumors abound about the mysterious identity of its owner; some say it's a woman, while others claim it's a man."Anyway, both domestic and international socialites are vying for MoLan haute coutur...