Although people are becoming more and more indifferent in modern society, Song Yuan believes that there are still many good people in this world, and he is one of them.

Rong Hong came quickly, he opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat. Today he was wearing a black coat and looked very spirited.

"Trouble you." Rong Hong looked helpless. "It's really hard to take a taxi here. Fortunately, you are still here."

"It's very coincident." Song Yuan started the car, watching the traffic conditions, "Yes, how much is it, I will transfer it to you."

"No." Rong Hong shook his head. "I also used flowers to offer Buddha. This time a partner invited us to dinner. He was very enthusiastic. When I heard that I had a friend eating here, he said he would help pay for it."

"That's not right?" Song Yuan still insisted on transferring money to him.

"It's really not necessary, or the next time you invite me to dinner." Rong Hong said with a smile, "Bring your son too."

If Rong Hong didn't say the latter sentence, Song Yuan could not help but open his mind to make up for the fact that he was chasing her, but he asked her to bring the child with her, and she felt that she was amorous.

Although Rong Hui said he didn't need it, Song Yuan also decided to transfer him on WeChat after returning home.

The restaurant selected by Ji Junpei also belongs to the mid-range price range in this city. Today they ordered a lot of dishes, and it is estimated that it will cost at least a few thousand yuan.

"it is good."

"Are you classmates meeting today?" Rong Hong asked her.

"Well, they are all classmates from the university community."

"That's good. It's good to occasionally get together and chat with classmates." Rong Ye said casually, "I first saw the friend who talked to you at the bus station that day. I thought it was right then. I read it wrong, and I was sure when I saw you again. "

Speaking of Ji Junpei, Song Yuan was silent for a moment.

"What's wrong, it doesn't seem like you're happy. Did you eat it?"

Song Yuan shook her head, that is, she could only occasionally talk to Rong Hong, such as confessing the relationship between Rong Ting and her. Sometimes people may be more open to people when they are born. If you can talk about it, she would have told her friends long ago, but now that she has just started, her friends will ask her, are n't you a good relationship with Ji Junpei, do n't you have no boyfriend, why not try Try it? She was speechless.

"No, my friend ... should be mine ... well, the relationship between a friend and a boyfriend, I say so, do you understand?"

She was concentrating on driving and didn't notice that Rong Hong had already fainted the smile on her face at this moment, and her eyes became dark.

"Well, I understand." The voice was still so tender.

"He is my college bachelor. After we met for a while, he went abroad to study, and there was no break in the middle. I always thought that I would be with him. But a lot of things happened in the middle, with my son. Not big, I just feel that I don't like him anymore, I thought he didn't like me that much, of course, I think so now. But when he came back, I lied to him that I had a boyfriend, but he seemed to listen I do n't understand, and I seem to know that I 'm lying to him. It 's still the same as before. Anyway, it bothers me a bit. "Song Yuan laughed again. She 's always good at comforting herself. I'm going to Beijing right away, and I won't be contacting again in the future. "

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