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Chapter 28
When Song Yuan walked to the bus stop, the car she was waiting for just arrived.
There were as many people waiting for the bus today as before. Song Yuan got on the bus first, and Rong Heng followed behind. He gave cash.
The two found a spot in the middle to stand. There were no seats in the car at this point, and fortunately, there was no one crowded in the car.
Rong Heng did not take the initiative to speak to Song Yuan. Song Yuan was still immersed in his own world. Suddenly he had the dream, and suddenly thought of Rong Ting, even if a handsome guy stood in front of her and thought of home With a son, she can also control her heart rate a little bit.
Being a mother is really not easy! Will she be insulated from love in the future?
Song Yuan resisted the urge to chat with him.
Rong Heng was very tall, and his hand pulled the tab easily. Although there were many people in the car, he could 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 satisfied.
Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his clothes and looking down, a naughty little girl was looking up at him.
"Uncle, uncle~"
Song Yuan was attracted by this childish voice, and then lowered his head, and saw a cute little girl with a ball-shaped head beside Rong Heng.
Of course Rong Heng knew that Song Yuan was watching him. He bent over, with a gentle smile on his face, and asked softly, "My kid, what's the matter?"
"Uncle, why are you with white hair! Just like my grandfather! But you look younger than my grandfather." The little girl should be really curious, so she mustered the courage to ask.
The little girl’s mother was very embarrassed and hurried over to take her away, and said to Rong Heng apologetically, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the child is not sensible.”
Rong Heng's expression softened, "It doesn't matter." He looked at the little girl again, and his smile deepened, "My boy, my uncle's white hair is dyed. Your black hair is very beautiful. Uncle is already considering whether to dye it black. ."
Song Yuan watched Rong Heng talk to the little girl so patiently and tenderly, and for a while, she was very emotional. When the little girl left with her mother, she blurted out subconsciously, "You are so patient with the children."
"Really? Maybe I like children more." Rong Heng also glanced back at the little girl, "I should be more patient with children."
"Not really." Song Yuan shook his head, "Many people don't like children and find it troublesome. It's really not too much to be patient with children like you."
Rong Heng laughed, "Listening to you so complimenting, I thought I had done a great job."
Song Yuan didn't know if he had brought the filter, but felt that this handsome white-haired guy really poked her aesthetics, and she couldn't resist this kind of gentleman.
If it wasn't for children in the family, and if those things hadn't happened, she would have put down her reserve and take the initiative.
What a pity. What a pity.
Although she is still standing together like yesterday, Song Yuan does not have any interest in chatting today. She is also very afraid of this. It is easy to be embarrassed when she is with a half-year-old person, especially when she doesn’t want to chat. When people are together, they talk when they want to talk, and they don’t talk when they don’t want to talk. They are very comfortable.
Fortunately, the handsome white-haired guy did not take the initiative to chat with her.
But in the adult world, if you don't take the initiative to chat, you should just be not interested in her.
Originally, she thought he was interesting to her, otherwise, why did she send her off last night, but after another thought, if he is interesting, he should contact her yesterday.
Eh... as a human being, really can't make up too much of brain, it will overturn.
She got out of the car and looked back subconsciously, and found that Rong Heng had not gotten out of the car.
Well, don't be too passionate about being a person, she throws away the thoughts she shouldn't have and walks towards the company.
Today is Christmas Eve, and it is also Friday. Things are not too small. She has been busy since she went to work, and she was a little free until the afternoon.
The front desk of the company was mindful and sent everyone red apples and ordered milk tea in the afternoon.
While drinking milk tea, Song Yuan logged into the web version of WeChat. It is inevitable that people would feel like catching fish when he used his mobile phone to reply. The web version of WeChat is better, and replying to messages seems to be serious work.
Xie Ya sent a message: "I heard that Ji Junpei is coming back! Oh my God! Wuli Yuanyuan finally doesn't have to stay in the cold kiln!"
When Song Yuan saw this news, she almost sprayed it.
Still staying in the cold kiln.
She hurriedly responded to the message to refute the rumors: "What is suffering from the cold kiln? I have nothing to do with him."
Xie Ya: "Really not? You two obviously went to the movies together, and now he is finally coming back, you can also take off."
Song Yuan was slightly embarrassed. To say that she had nothing to do with Ji Junpei, that seemed to be covering her nose and deceiving her eyes, but to be more honest, she and him were also considered unsuccessful.
She was really moved by him when she was in college. People like her who are not talented and have average grades are easy to worship the God of Learning. He is still pretty good, and she seems to be interested in her. It's just that the heartbeat has been too long, and this mood will easily disappear without waiting for the next step.
It's really hard to get back to the mood at the time now, and something strange happened to her.
Song Yuan: "I can't take off the slip when he comes back. Anyway, we are out of play. It's all about the old calendar when we watch movies, so we don't need to mention it."
She and Xie Ya are very good friends, but so far, apart from their parents, no one knows the relationship between Rong Ting and her.
I don't know how to explain it, and know that no one will believe it even if it is explained, and will treat her as a lunatic... After all, her parents are very surprised and surprised that her parents can believe her.
Take it slowly!
Xie Ya: "That's a shame. I think Ji Junpei is not bad. He is handsome and a high school bully. It's hard to find this kind of high-quality man now. Why don't you think about whether you really have a boyfriend? Up?"
Xie Ya: "You have a boyfriend and you can't hide it from me."
Song Yuan helpless: "I don't have a boyfriend, but it's impossible with him. Anyway, it's hard to say anything. I'll talk to you later when I meet."
She really wants to say it, but the key is to make it clear then?
Coincidentally, she just mentioned Ji Junpei to Xie Ya, and soon a florist brother came to send flowers.
The girls in the office are very envious. Even if they receive flowers on Valentine's Day, how can they send flowers on Christmas Eve.
Song Yuan was dumbfounded, but fortunately, there was a signature on the business card, just the word "season", she knew who it was.
...
…………
What does Ji Junpei 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 because of this bunch of flowers, she took the initiative to contact him and even caused a series of things, it’s not her. The desired result.
If they are a couple, then she can tell him clearly, but the point is that they have nothing to do with each other.
Although it was a headache facing this situation, Song Yuan didn't want to pretend to be dead. After thinking about it, he bit the bullet and sent him a message: "Senior, I received a bunch of flowers. I don't know if you sent them. If you send it, thank you. There is something I want to tell you. If you have time when you return home, I will invite you to dinner with my boyfriend!"
After sending the news, she was relieved.
Today is Friday. She originally wanted to leave work on time, but when she was close to the end of get off work hours, there was a problem with the order she was responsible for. The customer kept calling her to contact the warehouse and factory. Seeing that the customer was so impatient, this job was definitely It was also difficult to take home to deal with, so she called Rong Ting and said that she had to work overtime and would go home later, so that he would eat first without waiting for her.
Rong Ting is a very cautious child, and now she feels relieved that he is at home.
She ordered a takeaway for herself, and was busy until almost eight o'clock before leaving get off work. There were no more people in the company.
It was past the peak period of get off work, and she walked to the bus stop without any haste. At this moment, there was snow again in the sky. The outdoor temperature was already below zero. She came out of the company that turned on heating. Really can't bear freezing.
When she got to the bus stop, she saw another familiar person.
In this weather, everyone subconsciously catted himself, as if it would be a little warmer, but he stood up straight, as if he was not afraid of cold at all, and he didn't wear much.
Song Yuan was a little surprised. She walked up to him and greeted him actively, "Hi, what a coincidence."
Rong Heng seemed to have only noticed her, turned his head and his face could not hide his surprise, "Coincidentally, are you off work at this point?"
Song Yuan was already tired from working overtime, and smiled helplessly, "Well, today is Friday. If there are more things, I will work overtime. How about you, why haven't you gone home?"
"I just dealt with what I was doing."
Rong Heng held a paper bag in his hand, smiled and handed it to her, "I don't like apples from customers, and there is no one at home, so I will give them to you."
Song Yuan didn't know what it was, but he accepted it. There were two beautiful snake fruits in the paper bag.
"I heard that today is Christmas Eve." Rong Heng paused. "I once heard people say that Apple is to be eaten on Christmas Eve, so it will be safe."
"Ah, thank you. But I don't even have an apple to give you." Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, "The company sent it today, but I ate it all."
There is one at home, but you can't let him go home with her to get it.
On Christmas Eve, someone gave her an apple, but she didn't give him an apple, which always felt embarrassing.
Rong Heng's face still has a gentle smile as always, "It doesn't matter. I have eaten apples."
"Two are too many." Song Yuan said again, "I only need one."
Rong Heng retracted his gaze and looked up into the air, "You can hold it all, there should be someone in your house."
Song Yuan thought of Rong Ting when he heard this.
Yes, she and Rong Ting happen to be two people, each with an apple, perfect~
"Well, thank you!"