The Villain’s Mother

Chapter 42

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"Good night."

As soon as Song Tingshen said these words, both of them couldn't help but think of the goodnight kiss they borrowed that day.

Ruan Xia has a very good impression of Song Tingshen now. All the things he shows now are the demeanor of a mature man in his thirties with a successful career. He doesn't feel greasy at all. Leaning against the door, Xia looked at Wangzai who was already asleep on the bed. For the first time, she felt confused. If she had been in this world, what would her relationship with Song Tingshen be like

Although she doesn't really yearn for love that much, but she is only less than twenty-five years old this year, and Song Tingshen is only thirty-five years old, and there are decades left, how should she live

Ruan Xia is not a person who likes to worry about things that haven't happened in the future, so this kind of confusion only lasted for a few minutes. When she lay on the bed and picked up her phone again, she subconsciously blocked the order in her mind. People headaches.

After Song Tingshen returned to the room, he just sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees. He didn't know how long he sat there. He picked up the wallet on the bedside table and opened it to look at the photo that Ruan Xia asked for from the car.

He is not too passive in terms of feelings. From the perspective of a businessman, Ruan Xia is indeed the most suitable person for him at present.

It is his original intention to give Wangzai a truly healthy and warm family.

He didn't intend to divorce Ruan Xia and start a relationship with another unknown person. As a thirty-five-year-old man, he never seemed to care much about love. At his age, what needs to be considered is never his own preferences, but when he was making milk for her just now, his mood But she was very peaceful. When standing at the door of her room, even if he didn't deliberately look inside, he knew that it was his child lying on the bed. She just stood at the door, holding a cup in her hand. At least for a moment, Song Tingshen There is a sense of contentment.

No, it wasn't satisfaction either. At that moment, what he thought was that if he and Ruan Xia were a real couple, if they both had feelings for each other, it might be better.

The next day, when Ruan Xia led Wang Zai out of the bedroom, she happened to run into Song Tingshen who was about to go downstairs for breakfast.

Wang Zai trotted over, Song Tingshen bent down and picked him up, holding his fat buttocks, "Did you brush your teeth?"

"It's brushed, every tooth has been brushed." Wang Zai opened his mouth, showing his small white teeth.

Song Ting took a deep look at Ruan Xia, thinking, fortunately, he didn't see her at night.

Ruan Xia was putting on the mask at the moment, she walked up to Song Tingshen, stretched out her white hand and pressed it to make the mask fit better on her face, "Good morning."

Wang Zai hugged Song Tingshen's neck and asked with a smile, "Dad, does Mom look like a ghost?"

Ruan Xia glared at him, "Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost?"

Song Ting gave a deep cough, thought for a while, and said, "If you put on a mask at night, don't come out and walk around."

Ruan Xia: "..."

Do you know what skin care is

She didn't bother to talk to the father and son, and walked downstairs in front of them, while the aunt was still busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Just at this time, the doorbell rang. Ruan Xia was closer to the door, so she got up and walked to the entrance. Through the video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the door. Thinking that there were people at home, she opened the door Before he could ask who it was, he saw that the person was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hands. According to visual inspection, there were ninety-nine red roses, which was very spectacular. He also had some difficulty holding it, and asked with a small card: "Excuse me, does Miss Ruan Xia live here?"

Ruan Xia was stunned, "I am."

The flower delivery boy smiled, and handed the receipt to Ruan Xia, "Then Miss Ruan, please sign for it."

Ruan Xia took the card from the flower delivery brother, there was no signature on it, and there was no name of the flower sender. Under the urging of the little brother, she signed her name, holding the big bouquet of roses, with a dazed expression on her face Forced to turn around, the first reaction was to ask Song Tingshen, "Did you send it?"

Of course, as soon as she asked this, she regretted it.

How could Song Tingshen send her flowers? He didn't seem like a person who would do such a thing.

She only asked him when she was out of her mind.

Sure enough, Song Ting looked at the large bouquet of roses in her hand, with a puzzled look on his face, and shook his head, "No."

Ruan Xia was really helpless now, she racked her brains, but thought of so many people... But then again, those people who are interested in the original owner all know that she has a husband, and her husband is very capable in the mall Capable Song Tingshen, because of this, no one dares to pursue the original owner blatantly and aboveboard. Then, the question arises, who would send flowers to her home so blindly? Or, whoever is not afraid of offending Song Tingshen wants to chase her

Speaking of short-sighted...

Ruan Xia had a guess in his heart, could it be Duan Chi, a sophomore boy

It seems that among those few people, he is the only one who would do such an indescribable thing. After all, this person went directly to Song Tingshen's office...

Sure enough, there was a card hidden in the bouquet, which said "Don't throw it away"...

She walked into the living room with this large bouquet of roses, and placed it on the coffee table casually.

Wang Zai rushed over immediately, wowed several times, "There are so many flowers."

Song Tingshen didn't seem to intend to ask her who sent the flowers, but just took Wang Zai's hand and walked to the dining room. Ruan Xia couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so she probably didn't mind, after all, the two of them The relationship between her and her is here. Besides, they have already opened their mouths. In terms of private life, he should also trust her.

Probably trying to save some face for her.

Song Tingshen was ready to go to work after a simple breakfast, even Ruan Xia didn't notice, when he passed by the living room, he took several glances at the conspicuous bouquet of roses on the coffee table.

When the aunt went out to buy vegetables, Ruan Xia sat on the sofa, looking at the big bouquet of roses in trouble.

She seemed to believe too much in the plot of the novel, thinking that Duan Chi would not come out to jump around if he didn't even get any cannon fodder in the novel. What troubled her was not the bouquet of flowers, she could just throw it into the trash can Here, but tomorrow the goods will send another bunch? This is to make it clear that she won't let her have a good time.

Sitting next to her, Wang Zai heard his mother sigh, stretched out his fat paws to hug her arm, and asked, "Mom, are you unhappy?"

"No la."

Ruan Xia thought for a while, but managed to pull herself together, took out her mobile phone, took a photo of the bouquet of roses, and posted it on the same city website...

Even though it’s not Valentine’s Day or Christmas, ninety-nine roses are not cheap, and it’s estimated to be at least a thousand less. It’s a waste to just throw them into the trash can. I feel distressed when I think about it. It’s all money. Ah, although it's not her money, it's better to sell it online.

Now that the Internet is very developed, Ruan Xia asked for 500 yuan, and within half an hour after putting the sale information on the Internet, someone contacted her, and the buyer was very happy, and did not negotiate with her again, probably knowing that this is the cheapest price.

She happened to be going to meet the foreign teacher, so she made an appointment with the buyer to meet and make a deal in the same city, and the appointment location was also in the city center.

The buyer is a programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses. According to him, today is his girlfriend’s birthday. He just doesn’t know what gift to give. It’s also expensive to buy roses at a flower shop. Buying her flowers can save hundreds of dollars. For the money, you can have a candlelight dinner at night.

Ruan Xia looked at the extra 500 yuan on her phone, she was satisfied with a book, she had a bold idea, if Duan Chi really bought a bouquet of roses every day, and she sold 500 yuan a day, wouldn't she be able to make money in a month? More than ten thousand!

... Ahem!

She can't have such thoughts! She is rich now!

Wang Zai pulled Ruan Xia's sleeve and asked, "Mom, why did you give Huahua to that uncle?"

Ruan Xia touched Wang Zai's head, "I sold him the flowers, and my mother earned five hundred yuan."

It's a pity to throw it away, isn't it pricking Song Tingshen's eyes to put it at home? After all, although there is no relationship between them, there is a man who directly sends flowers to the house in a grand manner. Song Tingshen is not a wooden person. After much deliberation, selling it The best choice, she just used the 500 yuan to buy lunch for children in remote areas in a certain treasure.

Song Tingshen came out of the meeting room and passed the sales department on the way back to the office. He saw a bouquet of flowers on the desk of an employee in the sales department, and inevitably thought of the roses Ruan Xia received this morning.

It's impossible to say that you don't care about it at all, after all, the flowers have already been sent home.

Back in the office, Song Ting thought about it deeply, and dialed Wangzai's number with his mobile phone.

Wang Zai answered the phone quickly, and shouted crisply: "Dad, what's the matter with you! Mom and I are eating out!"

Song Tingshen pretended to inadvertently ask: "Is mom beside you?"

Wang Zai replied: "Mom has gone to the bathroom, my sister and I are waiting for her!"

Song Ting paused, "Wang Zai, Dad asked you something, don't tell Mom, okay?"

"OK!"

"Where did the bouquet of flowers go at home this morning?"

Wang Zai tried his best to think about it. Fortunately, the interval is not too long now, so he has not forgotten, "Mom gave it to an uncle, and Mom said she sold it to him! I made five hundred yuan!"

Song Tingshen: "..."

He thought about several possibilities, but he never thought that Ruan Xia would sell the bouquet of roses.

Even he himself didn't realize that there was already a slight smile in his eyes.