The bus that Song Yuan was going to take also came, she said goodbye to Ji Junpei and got on the bus in a hurry, Rong Heng followed her and got on the bus too.
Ji Junpei stood on the bus platform, still thinking about the look in the eyes of the white-haired man just now.
There were not many people on the bus at this time, Song Yuan sat by the window, and Rong Heng also took a seat next to her. He was the same as before, and asked her with a smile if she would mind if he sat here.
This person is really a gentleman and very polite, and I feel that he must be very considerate in life.
After sitting firmly, Rong Heng casually looked out of the car window, as if he was looking at Ji Junpei. The car was driving smoothly, and then Rong Heng asked, "That one, is that your boyfriend?"
When Song Yuan didn't know how to answer, Rong Heng said very considerately: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious, and I didn't intend to ask about anything."
"No, I just don't know how to say it." Song Yuan put the cardboard box on her lap, looked at the paper bag in the cardboard box, she was silent for a moment, then turned her head and smiled at Rong Heng, "It's not a boyfriend, I'm a fucking kid."
"Then your husband must be very good." Rong Heng said.
Song Yuan shook his head, "I'm not married yet."
This is the saddest thing, having a child but no husband, no, let alone a husband, I don’t even know where my boyfriend is.
Just thinking about it makes me cry for myself.
It is easy to mislead others by her statement. After listening to it, others will definitely think that she is an unmarried single mother... But she did not intend to correct the explanation. After all, it is true to say that it is true.
After hearing this, Rong Heng's complexion did not change, and he even said gently with his eyebrows: "I think you will have a good life in the future."
Everyone likes to hear good things, and Song Yuan is no exception. She laughed, "I think so too. Although my marriage is not very good, I have a child. My son is very good."
That's how he would say this to strangers, but he couldn't confess Rong Ting's matter to friends and acquaintances, mainly because it was too unimaginable.
Rong Heng smiled even more happily, "That's because the elders taught me well."
Uh…
Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, Rong Ting was indeed very good, but she wasn't the one who taught her, it should be her "ex-husband" His Majesty the Emperor.
She has forgotten many things, and it is hard to judge what kind of person His Majesty the Emperor is, but as far as the child Rong Ting has shown so far, he is indeed very good at teaching children, at least better than her.
"Well, his father taught it." Song Yuan didn't shy away, "His father is good at teaching children. If children grow up with me, they will definitely not be as good as they are now."
Rong Heng smiled lightly, as if he was very happy, but he always had a smile on his face, and Song Yuan couldn't tell the difference, he just felt that this person had a gentle temperament and was easy to get along with.
"What are you doing with the cardboard box?" Rong Heng asked her again, "Is it heavy? Do you need help?"
"It's not heavy, it's just some office supplies. I resigned, and I brought back the cups and notebooks that I brought to the company today." The computer and other things have to be returned to the company, but she especially likes to put them on the desk. Those small ornaments made her desk always look messier than others.
Rong Heng was a little surprised, "Resign? Why?"
Song Yuan often listened to Rong Ting speak so politely, but now he didn't notice anything wrong when he heard Rong Heng say that.
"My household registration is in Beijing, and my son will go to school next year. Although it is good here, the medical care and education environment is better there." Song Yuan shrugged, "It's all for the children, so I can only resign. I took the child to Beijing."
When she was young, her parents also planned to let her study in Beijing, but they had no choice but to focus on her career here, and they were worried that she would be alone in Beijing.
"That's a coincidence." Rong Heng said, "I'm going to go back to Beijing after I've been busy for a while, and you're not familiar with the place when you get there. If you need help in the future, you can find me." He paused Dun, "We have met several times, but we still don't know your name."
It was only then that Song Yuan realized that they had been talking for a long time, and they didn't even know each other's last name...
"Well, my name is Song Yuan. In Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, Yuan is the garden of the garden. What about you?" Song Yuan always felt that her name was too common, but there are common and common, and it is relatively simple to introduce myself.
"Me?" Rong Heng smiled, "My name is Xie Heng, Xie means thank you, Heng means..."
It seemed that he didn't know how to explain to her so that she could understand, so he stretched out his hand past her and wrote Heng on the foggy window.
He leaned over, and the distance between the two narrowed.
Song Yuan smelled the strange smell on his body again.
"This word is a little familiar." Song Yuan thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered, didn't Gu Gu write it on paper before, His Majesty's name is Rong Heng!
This word seems to be uncommon in life, at least she didn't find any of her classmates called this word, so she was quite impressed.
Rong Heng's expression froze, the smile on the corners of his lips retracted, and he asked her casually, "Is there anyone else called that?"
"En." Song Yuan nodded, "My son's father seems to have Heng in his name."
like…
What she said was really strange, but Rong Heng didn't ask.
This topic was easily skipped, because the two of them hit it off, when Rong Heng said to leave a phone number, Song Yuan also happily exchanged contact information with him.
If he asked her for contact information when we first met a few days ago, she would definitely think that he had that idea for her, and now she would not guess like this at all. Everyone knows that she is the mother of a child, and they probably think she is unmarried A single mother must simply want to make friends with her, so Song Yuan has no psychological burden.
Knowing each other's names and exchanging phone numbers, they are no longer strangers but friends.
Before Song Yuan got off the car, he rummaged through the carton, and finally took out a cute Christmas series cup and handed it to Rong Heng, "For you, you gave me two apples last time, this cup is brand new Yes, it’s a gift from a supplier of our company, I think it looks pretty good, I’ll give it to you.”
This mug is from the Christmas series, the body of the mug is red, and there is a three-dimensional cartoon Santa Claus at the bottom of the mug, which is very cute.
Rong Heng was startled, took the cup, and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
"nice! You love it."
Song Yuan didn't like to owe others. Although he only gave her two apples, they were not very familiar with each other. Now that he gave him a cup, she felt that it was even.
After she got off the car to say goodbye to Rong Heng, and carried the cardboard box to the gate of the community, she realized: Is it inappropriate to give a cup
It is indeed very inappropriate, especially now that many words are used by businesses to market with homonyms.
At least when she was in high school, giving someone a cup was like giving someone a lifetime, which was a very ambiguous gift. It is also very popular among lovers to send cups, scarves and the like.
She stopped, then shook her head again, don't think too much, she thinks that Mr. Xie's good self-cultivation should not make up too much, and won't misunderstand her meaning.
It's just an ordinary cup, she still gave it by hand.
Standing at the bus stop, Rong Heng looked at the cup in his hand but laughed.
He suddenly remembered one thing, that day was his birthday, and it was supposed to be very lively, but that day he had no intention of dealing with people, so he sneaked out of the palace to find her, she was not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Mrs. She was trained to be a noble girl, and someone was invited to teach her these things. She was sitting in the pavilion in the center of the lake and plucked the strings, as if she was experiencing the most painful thing in the world.
She was very happy to see him coming, and asked him to make a painting for her as a matter of course, so that it would be easier for her to do business.
Not only is she not good at painting, the things she draws have no sense of beauty at all, but when he looked carefully, he could see that she was naive, and he fell in love with them after a long time.
Seeing how pitiful she was, he could only reluctantly help her "cheat", and of course he didn't dare to reveal a tenth of his true skills, for fear that the general's wife would suspect it.
She heard that it was his birthday, so she gave him a cup, and the cup was not aesthetically pleasing at all. On the cup should be her masterpiece, a... a bear that is said to be a bear.
She said she made the cup by herself.
He disliked it on the surface, but he also accepted it, and hid it in his bookcase when he returned to the palace, unwilling to show it to others. A few days later, he went to find his friend for business, came to his study room, and found that there was also a naive cup on his desk, and when he was suspicious, he asked his friend what was going on with that cup.
The friend smiled heartily, but he couldn't put it down for the cup, "Yuan Yuan has nothing to do, so I went to burn a set of cups by myself, and my parents also received them."
Everyone has it
He was cold-faced at the time, and he almost dropped the cup when he returned to the palace. Then he thought again, it was people who made mistakes, not things, so why get involved
Looking at it now, it seems that she has really forgotten the past, so that she can give someone the cup carelessly.
It's okay to forget, he hasn't seen her so happy for a long, long time.
Rong Heng sighed.
Back at the hotel, Sun Qiming was already waiting. The suite was very quiet, and he was also muttering in his heart, wondering why the boss was looking for him.
Rong Heng is sitting at the desk. He likes reading very much. It has been several months since he came here. Fortunately, he has remembered what she said to him, so he can accept the status quo so quickly, but it is still not enough, Xie Jia The interior is not peaceful. Although it is not as full of crises and traps as the palace, it cannot be taken lightly. Before he fully understands this era, he will continue to pretend to be dumb.
A dumb person is fine, say more and make more mistakes, speak less and make fewer mistakes, and if you don’t speak, you won’t make mistakes.
Thinking of the person I met at the bus station today, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her, Rong Heng turned a page of the book without raising his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "Go check someone these few days."