I don't know if it's Song Yuan's illusion, but she always felt that when this handsome white-haired guy appeared, the woman who was a shrew and swearing just now became much quieter in an instant.
Song Yuan knew that this was the morning rush hour for work, and she really didn't want to delay others from going to work because of this accident.
"Thank you." Song Yuan put the mobile phone back into the bag. Seeing the traffic on this road as slow as a snail, he felt very sorry, but he did not forget to thank the handsome white-haired guy. In that chaotic scene, maybe she would really be hit by that woman.
Rong Heng looked at Song Yuan, and said softly, "You're welcome, I can't understand this kind of thing either."
Hearing Rong Heng's words, the people around had different expressions.
Rong Heng's driver followed him down, and when he heard him speak, his face was shocked, as if seeing a ghost.
The woman was also very surprised, she was sure she read it right just now, she thought the two were a couple, they were just strangers for a long time? No, since it's a stranger, why did this man look at her with such a look that he wanted to kill her just now? ?
"I'm so sorry."
Song Yuan is not so thick-skinned, seeing the drivers of the cars passing by roll down their windows, all looking very irritable, she understands them very well.
Once when she was driving to work, she also encountered a rear-end accident with the car in front of her. She was stuck in traffic for more than ten minutes and was almost late. She felt that she usually had a good temper and was very irritable that day.
"Sorry, sorry." Song Yuan apologized to the passing drivers.
It's other people's fault that others lack quality. Although she is not responsible for this matter, she is also the party involved in this accident.
Seeing her apologizing to others, Rong Heng lowered his eyelids to conceal his true emotions, and when he looked at Song Yuan again, he regained the gentleness just now, "This has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize."
Song Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and smiled indifferently, "Now it's my car blocking the road."
She raised her hands and stroked her hair behind her ears. The temperature in the winter morning was still very low. She was wearing a white duck down jacket, which made her skin fairer.
"Is there anyone else who needs my help?" Rong Heng looked at her. He put his hands in his coat pockets. In fact, when he was talking to her, his hands were shaking, but on the surface he was still very gentle and calm.
"Ah, no need." Song Yuan waved his hand, "The traffic police are coming soon. You should also go to work, right?"
Rong Heng let out a sigh.
"Then I'll go first."
Song Yuan waved at him, with frowning eyes, "Then goodbye, thank you today."
Seeing her smile, Rong Heng was stunned for a moment.
When he turned around, his face changed in a second, and he was facing Song Yuan in a gentle and elegant manner. There was no expression on his face, serious and indifferent, which gave people a lot of pressure.
The driver followed him and opened the rear door for him.
The driver was sweating for himself now, and when he sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt, he was ready to go, only to hear his boss sitting in the back seat say in a cold tone: "I don't want my family to know what happened today. "
! ! !
The driver wanted to cry, but to be honest, he didn't expect that the boss didn't lose his voice at all, he could speak clearly! Why pretend to be dumb!
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and he didn't want to know the boss's secret.
He knew the depth of the wealthy family, and the Xie family had one of the highest status in Beijing. It was not an exaggeration for the outside world to call the boss a prince.
The driver didn't dare to think deeply, and nodded repeatedly.
He knew what the boss was referring to, and after thinking about it, it seemed that the boss had to pretend to be dumb for a while. If other members of the Xie family found out that the boss hadn't lost his voice, the boss would definitely suspect him, even though he was also with him. As a part-time worker, he would resign at worst, but he has been in the Xie family for several years, and he knows that it is too easy and easy for the second generation of these wealthy families to kill a person. It is good to drive the boss with high wages and good treatment, but he did not expect the risk. The coefficient will be so high.
"You didn't do it, you didn't say it, and I won't blame you."
Hearing what the boss said again, the driver didn't dare to take it lightly. He didn't expect the boss to know what he was thinking.
The driver was also muttering. He felt that the boss was completely different from before. If it wasn't for the same face, he would have thought that he was two completely different people. The boss used to be very gentle and treated drivers like them very well. The average rich second generation is completely different. If you think about it carefully, anyone who has experienced such a narrow escape will have a change in temperament.
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As winter came, Rong Ting honestly changed his ancient clothes and put on the down jacket and jeans that Song Yuan bought for him, but he still insisted on refusing to cut his hair, and Song Yuan didn't want to force it He, anyway, is still a few months away from school.
Originally, Song Yuan wanted to tell Rong Ting about today's traffic accident, but he swallowed the words again.
Cuckoo hasn't gotten used to the fact that his parents have been "divorced". She mentions other men too often in front of him, even if they are strangers, he will be upset.
"Christmas is coming soon. Anyway, it's okay now, let's go out and buy something to decorate the house." Song Yuan offered to propose, "It happens to be Saturday, and grandpa and grandma will come over, and then I want to invite my good friend, our family Gotta get a little more Christmassy, don't you?"
Rong Ting naturally had no opinion.
After dinner, the mother and son happily went out to shop.
Originally, Song Yuan wasn't very interested in this kind of festival. From Maternal Solo's point of view, other than Chinese New Year, it's not considered a holiday. However, she saw that several owners in the owner group were buying Christmas trees in group purchases, saying that they wanted to give An unforgettable memory for children. One of the mothers said that now the festival is for the children! Otherwise, who wants to waste money and mind.
Song Yuan thinks it makes sense.
Rong Ting has never celebrated Christmas, and he was very curious when he saw his neighbors decorating the Christmas tree the day before yesterday.
She doesn't want Gu Gu to envy others.
The two went to the supermarket near their home. Christmas decorations had already started selling in the daily necessities section of the supermarket. Song Yuan asked Rong Ting to pick out a Christmas tree and bought a Christmas hat. Rong Ting was very excited, although he hadn't figured out what Christmas was yet. Christmas, what kind of tree is the Christmas tree, but this did not affect his interest.
Seeing Rong Ting's happy look, Song Yuan had a thought, and pretended to be casual and said, "Gugu, do you know Santa Claus? Santa Claus will help you achieve whatever gift you want. When you wake up, you will receive it." Here comes the gift you want."
Rong Ting frowned and looked at Song Yuan, "How can the empress listen to such rumors. There is no such thing in the world."
Song Yuan Buddha.
She just wanted to give Gu Gu a surprise. Before Christmas, she figured out what he wanted, and then she bought it secretly. When he fell asleep on Christmas, she put the gift on him. Bedside, he will surely be super happy when he wakes up the next day.
"Hey, let's just chat, don't be so serious. I think other children want gifts. What about you?"
"The prince must not show his liking to the outside world."
"... You also said it was outside, am I an outsider?"
Rong Ting sighed, "The queen mother doesn't need to spend money."
Song Yuan didn't expect that it would be so difficult to send gifts out by himself, "I said it was Santa Claus who gave you the presents, so why am I spending the money?"
"There is no Santa Claus in this world." Rong Ting in turn educated Song Yuan very seriously, "If there is a Santa Claus, can he be busy? There are so many people who want gifts and surprises. Instead of placing hope on others, It’s better to realize your wish by yourself. If the orphan really receives a gift, then this Santa Claus is also a queen mother, or a grandfather and grandmother.”
Song Yuan stared at Rong Ting.
He was wearing a wool cap, a black down jacket, paired with dark fleece jeans, and a pair of snow boots under his feet. I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always thought he looked better in ancient clothes.
"Then I really want to be your Santa Claus." Song Yuan sighed, "Other children have presents, and I want to surprise you too."
Rong Ting looked at her, and finally shook his head, "I already have everything I want."
"Where's the queen mother?" Rong Ting asked her again, "What gift does the queen mother want?"
"Why, do you want to buy me a gift?" Song Yuan was laughed at by him again, "I'm twenty-two this year, oh, no, maybe more than that, anyway, I'm not a child anymore, I don't need any gifts gone."
"Gu also wants to be the Queen's Santa Claus."
The five or six-year-old boy said these words in a serious manner, Song Yuan looked at him softly, and his heart was warm.
She stretched out her hand and pinched Rong Ting's face lightly, "You can talk so well, my mother doesn't worry that you won't find a girlfriend in the future."
Rong Ting would feel embarrassed when he heard Song Yuan say such things at first, but now he is automatically immune, "Don't worry about the queen mother, watch TV with grandpa alone, there is a good saying in it, the emperor's daughter does not worry about marrying, and the orphan is the prince. I don’t know how many daughters from aristocratic families want to be in charge of the East Palace.”
He paused, "However, the choice of the crown princess is still determined by the father, the queen and the queen."
Song Yuan really followed his words, touched his chin and asked seriously: "Then what do you like?"
"When you marry a wife, you should marry a virtuous person."
Song Yuan raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, you still want to take a concubine?"
She can't care about things in ancient times, but it's time to change her thinking in modern times, otherwise wouldn't she be watching a good child develop in the direction of a scumbag
Rong Ting found out that the empress mother seemed to be unusually sensitive about taking concubines.
Careless, he really shouldn't talk about it with his mother.
"Queen, Gu is a little dizzy." Rong Ting pressed his forehead pretendingly.
As expected, Song Yuan's attention was diverted, and he quickly put down the potato chips in his hand, and put his hand on his forehead, "Dizziness? You don't have a fever, and you don't have a cold. Is it because the air here is not circulated? People are so special today." Many, let's go, let's go back first, it's really a bit boring here."
Rong Ting quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He's only five or six years old, it's really far away to talk about these things...
The mother and son walked out of the supermarket. Although it was cold outside, the air was more circulated than in the supermarket. Being in the cold wind made them feel more comfortable.
Song Yuan held a supermarket shopping bag in one hand and Rong Ting in the other, and the two walked towards the community.
A black car was parked on the street outside the complex, Rong Heng was sitting in the back seat looking out the window.
The driver didn't dare to make a sound, he could vaguely feel that the boss came here not to relax, he should, seemed, seemed to be chasing a girl...
The author has something to say: The second update is delivered~
There should be three updates tomorrow, but the update time is not sure ==