When Song Yuan walked to the bus platform, the bus she was waiting for just arrived.
Today, there were as many people waiting for the bus as usual, Song Yuan got on the bus first, Rong Heng followed behind, and what he gave was cash.
The two found a place to stand in the middle. There were no seats in the car at this point, but luckily there was no crowd in the car.
Rong Heng didn't take the initiative to talk to Song Yuan. Song Yuan was still immersed in her own world. She suddenly thought of that dream, and suddenly thought of Rong Ting. With a son, she can also control her heart rate a little bit.
Being a mother is really not easy! She won't be insulated from love in the future, right
Song Yuan resisted the urge to chat with him.
Rong Heng was very tall, and he easily pulled the pull ring with his hands. Although there were many people in the car, he could still easily distinguish her smell, which was exactly the same as before.
Like this, she can stand beside him, even if she doesn't say a word, he is very satisfied.
Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his clothes, looked down, and there was a naughty little girl looking up at him.
"Uncle, uncle~"
Song Yuan was attracted by the child's voice, and bowed her head, and saw a cute little girl with a ball head next to Rong Heng.
Of course Rong Heng knew that Song Yuan was looking at him, he bent down, with a gentle smile on his face, and asked softly: "Little friend, what's wrong?"
"Uncle, why do you have white hair! Just like my grandpa! But you look younger than my grandpa." The little girl must have been really curious, so she plucked up the courage to ask.
The little girl's mother was very embarrassed, and hurried over to pull her away, and said to Rong Heng with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the child is not sensible."
Rong Heng's expression was gentle, "It's okay." He looked at the little girl again, and his smile deepened, "Little friend, uncle's white hair is dyed, and your black hair is very beautiful. Uncle is already considering whether to dye it black or not. .”
Seeing Rong Heng talking to the little girl so patiently and gently, Song Yuan was also very emotional for a moment. After the little girl left with her mother, she subconsciously blurted out, "You are so patient with the kids."
"Really? Maybe I like children better." Rong Heng glanced back at the little girl, "They should be more patient with children."
"Not really." Song Yuan shook his head, "Many people don't like children and find them troublesome. It's really not too many people who are as patient as you are with children."
Rong Heng laughed, "Hearing you praise me so much, I thought I had done something remarkable."
Song Yuan didn't know if she was wearing a filter, but she felt that this handsome white-haired guy really touched her aesthetics, and she couldn't resist this kind of gentle and elegant handsome guy.
If it wasn't for the fact that there were children at home, if those things hadn't happened, she would have let go of her reserve and took the initiative to attack.
What a pity, what a pity.
Although she is still standing together as yesterday, Song Yuan is indeed not interested in chatting today. When people are together, you can talk when you want to talk, and you don’t talk when you don’t want to talk. It’s very comfortable.
Fortunately, the handsome white-haired guy didn't take the initiative to chat with her.
But in the world of adults, if you don't take the initiative to chat, you should be not interested in her.
At first, she also thought that he was interested in her, otherwise why did she send her off last night, but after thinking about it, if he was interested, he should have asked her for contact information yesterday.
Hey... You really can't think too much about being a human being, you will overturn your car.
She got out of the car, and looked back subconsciously, and found that Rong Heng hadn't got out of the car.
Well, don't be too self-indulgent in being a human being, she cast off her thoughts that she shouldn't have and walked towards the company.
Today is Christmas Eve and Friday, and there are not too many things to do. She has been busy since she went to work, and she didn't have a little leisure until the afternoon.
The front desk of the company thought about it, and sent everyone a bright red apple, and ordered milk tea in the afternoon.
Song Yuan logged on to the web version of WeChat while drinking milk tea. He used his mobile phone to reply all the time during work.
Xie Ya sent a message: "I heard that Ji Junpei is coming back! My God! Wuli Yuanyuan finally doesn't have to stay in the cold kiln!"
When Song Yuan saw the news, he almost vomited.
Still stick to the cold kiln.
She quickly replied to the message to refute the rumor: "What is Kushou cold kiln, I have nothing to do with him."
Xie Ya: "Really? You two have gone to the movies together, and now that he is finally coming back, you can also take off the single bird."
Song Yuan was slightly embarrassed. If she said that she had nothing to do with Ji Junpei, it would be like covering her nose and lying to her eyes, but to be honest, she had failed with him.
She was indeed attracted to him when she was in college. A person like her who has no talent but average grades is easy to worship the god of learning. The heartbeat has been going on for too long, and I haven't waited for the next step, so this kind of mood can easily disappear.
It's really hard to go back to the mood at that time now, and such a bizarre thing happened to her.
Song Yuan: "I can't get rid of the bill when he comes back. Anyway, we are out of the game. Watching movies is old calendar, so don't mention it."
She and Xie Ya are very good friends, but so far, no one knows Rong Ting's relationship with her except her parents.
I don't know how to explain it, and I also know that even if I explain it, no one will believe it, and will treat her as a psycho... After all, her parents are very surprised and surprised that her parents can believe her.
Or take your time!
Xie Ya: "That's a pity. I think Ji Junpei is not bad. He is handsome and a top student. It is hard to find such a high-quality man now. Why don't you think about it? Do you really have a boyfriend?" ?”
Xie Ya: "You have a boyfriend, you can't hide it from me."
Song Yuan was helpless: "I don't have a boyfriend, but it's impossible to be with him. Anyway, it's hard to say. I'll tell you when we meet again."
She wanted to say it very much, but the key was, would she be able to say it clearly
Coincidentally, she had just mentioned Ji Junpei to Xie Ya, and within a short while, a florist came to deliver flowers.
The girls in the office are very envious. It's okay to receive flowers on Valentine's Day, so why send flowers this Christmas Eve.
Song Yuan was very confused, but fortunately there was a signature on the business card, just a word "Ji", so she knew who it was.
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Ji Junpei What does this mean? He probably hasn't returned home yet.
Song Yuan couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to ask him. In fact, she had very little contact with him half a year ago. Now it's not her who took the initiative to contact him and even caused a series of things because of this bouquet of flowers. desired result.
If they are lovers, she can tell him clearly, but the key is that they have nothing to do with each other.
Although it was a headache to face this situation, Song Yuan didn't want to pretend to be dead. After thinking about it, he still sent him a message: "Senior, I received a bouquet of flowers. I don't know if it was from you." If you sent it, then thank you, there is something I want to tell you, if you are free when you return to China, I will treat you to dinner with my boyfriend!"
After sending this message, she was relieved.
Today is Friday, she originally wanted to get off work on time, but when it was approaching the end of get off work time, there was a problem with the order she was in charge of. The customer kept calling her and asked her to contact the warehouse and the factory. Seeing that the customer was so impatient, this job must be It was also difficult to take it home to deal with, so she called Rong Ting and said that she had to work overtime and would go back later, so that he could eat first without waiting for her.
Rong Ting is a very cautious child, she is quite relieved that he is at home now.
She ordered takeaway for herself, and she was busy until almost eight o'clock before leaving get off work. There were no people in the company.
It was already past the rush hour for getting off work, and she walked towards the bus platform without any haste. At this moment, there were snowflakes in the sky again, and the outside temperature was already below zero. I really can't stand the cold.
When she got to the bus stop, she saw a familiar person again.
In such weather, everyone subconsciously curled up, as if it would be warmer, but he stood up straight, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all, and he didn't wear much.
Song Yuan was a little surprised. She walked up to him and greeted him, "Hi, what a coincidence."
Rong Heng seemed to have just noticed her, turned his head and couldn't hide his surprise, "What a coincidence, do you get off work at this time?"
Song Yuan was already very tired from working overtime, so he smiled helplessly, "It's Friday today, I have to work overtime because I have a lot of things to do, and you, why haven't you come home yet?"
"I just took care of the matter at hand."
Rong Heng held a paper bag in his hand, and handed it to her with a smile, "It's a gift from a customer, I don't like apples, and I don't have anyone at home, so I give it to you."
Song Yuan didn't know what it was, but he took it anyway. Inside the paper bag were two beautiful red snake fruits.
"I heard that today is Christmas Eve." Rong Heng paused, "I have heard people say that one should eat apples on Christmas Eve, so that one will be safe."
"Ah, thank you. But I don't have any apples for you." Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, "The company sent them today, but I ate them all."
There are at home, but he can't let him go home with her to get them.
Someone gave her an apple on Christmas Eve, but she didn't have an apple for him, always felt awkward.
Rong Heng still had the same gentle smile on his face, "It's okay. I've already eaten apples."
"Two are too many." Song Yuan said again, "I only need one."
Rong Heng withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky, "You take it all, there should be someone in your family."
When Song Yuan heard this, he thought of Rong Ting.
That's right, she and Rong Ting happen to be two people, each with an apple, perfect~
"Well, thank you!"