The bus that Song Yuan was taking also arrived. She said goodbye to Ji Junpei and hurriedly got into the car. Rong Hong followed her and got on the car.
Ji Junpei stood on the bus platform, still thinking about the look of the white-haired man just now.
There weren't many people on the bus at this point. Song Yuan was sitting by the window, and Rong Hong was sitting next to her. He was like before, smiling and asking if she would mind if he sat here.
This man is really gentle and polite, and he certainly feels considerate in life.
After sitting firmly, Rong Hong looked out the window inadvertently, as if looking at Ji Junpei. The car was running smoothly. Rong Yun asked: "Who, is your boyfriend?"
When Song Yuan didn't know how to answer, Rong Hong said thoughtfully: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious, I didn't mean to ask anything."
"No, I just don't know what to say." Song Yuan placed the carton on her lap and looked at the paper bag in the carton. She was silent for a moment, and turned her head to smile at Rong Hong. "Not a boyfriend, I'm a child fucking. "
"Then your husband must be fine," Rong Hong said.
Song Yuan shook his head. "I'm not married yet."
This is the saddest thing. The child has it. He has no husband yet. No, let alone the husband. The boyfriend doesn't know where it is.
Think of tears for myself.
Her statement is very easy to mislead others. Someone must have heard that she was pregnant before she was unmarried. She is an unmarried single mother ... but she did not intend to correct the explanation. After all, she really counted it. That's right.
Rong Huan didn't change the color behind, and even said gently, "I think you will definitely be fine in the future."
Everyone likes to listen to good things, and Song Yuan is no exception. She laughed. "I also think so. Although my marriage is not very good, but I have children, my son is particularly good."
This is what the talented person would say. It is impossible to confess to Rong Ting to friends and acquaintances, which is mainly incredible.
Rong Ye smiled even more happily. "That was also taught by the elders."
Uh......
Song Yuan chatted for a while. Rong Ting was really good, but it wasn't what she taught. It should be her Majesty the "ex-husband" Emperor.
She has forgotten many things, and it is not easy to evaluate what Her Majesty is like, but as far as the child Rong Ting is currently showing, he does teach children very well, at least more than she does.
"Well, it was taught by his father." Song Yuan did not hesitate. "His father teaches children very well. If children grow up with me, they will not be as good as they are now."
Rong Hong smiled as if he was very happy, but he always smiled, and Song Yuan couldn't tell the difference. He only felt that this man was gentle and easy to get along with.
"What are you doing with the cardboard box?" Rong Hong asked her again. "Not heavy? Need help?"
"It's not heavy, it's all office supplies. I resigned, and brought back the cups and books that I brought to the company today." The computer or something was returned to the company, but she especially liked to put it on the desk. Those small decorations make her desk look messier than others.
Rong Hong was a little surprised, "Resigned? Why?"
Song Yuan often listened to Rong Ting's whispering remarks, but he didn't notice anything wrong when he heard that.
"My hukou is in Beijing. My son is going to school next year. Although it is good here, is the medical and educational environment better?" Song Yuan shrugged. "It's all for children, so I can only resign. I took my child to Beijing. "
When she was young, her parents also planned to let her study in Beijing. However, both the father and mother's career focus was here. They were not assured that she was alone in Beijing.
"That's a coincidence." Rong Hong said, "I'm going to return to Beijing after I've been busy for a while. You can be considered unfamiliar when you get there. If you need help in the future, you can find me." Dayton, "We've seen it a few times, and we don't even know your name."
Song Yuan also reacted. They talked for a long time. They didn't even know the other's name ...
"Well, my name is Song Yuan, Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. The garden is the garden of the garden. What about you?" Song Yuan always felt that his name was too ordinary, but ordinary and ordinary were good, and self-introduction was relatively simple.
"Me?" Rong Yan smiled. "My name is Xie Yan, Xie is thankful, Xie is ..."
She didn't seem to know how to explain it so she could understand. She simply reached out and crossed her, writing a slogan on the foggy window.
He got together and the two got closer.
Song Yuan smelled the strange smell on him again.
"This word is a bit familiar." Song Yuan thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't written it on paper before, and the emperor's name was Rong Ye!
This word doesn't seem to be common in life, at least she didn't find any classmates call it, so she was quite impressed.
Rong Hong looked for a moment, the smile on the corners of his lips converged, and he seemed to inadvertently ask, "Is anyone called this word?"
"Well." Song Yuan nodded. "My son's father seems to carry a name in his name."
like......
What she said was strange, but Rong Hong didn't even ask.
This topic was easily skipped. Based on the fact that the two people talked really well, Song Rong also happily exchanged contact information with him when he said he left a phone number.
If he had contacted her just a few days ago, she would definitely think that he had that idea for her, and now she would not guess at all like this. Everyone knows that she is a child fucking, and I think she is also unmarried. The single mother is definitely just trying to make her friend, so Song Yuan has no psychological burden.
Knowing each other's names and exchanging phone numbers, this is no longer a stranger, but a friend.
Before Song Yuan got out of the car, he rummaged in the cardboard box, and finally took out a cute Christmas series cup and handed it to Rong Hong, "Here you are, you gave me two apples last time. This cup is brand new Yes, it was from a supplier of our company. I think it's pretty good. It's for you. "
This mug is a Christmas series. The body of the mug is red. The bottom of the mug is a three-dimensional cartoon Santa Claus, which is very cute.
Rong Zheng took it, took the cup, and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
"nice! You love it."
Song Yuan did not like to owe others. Although he only gave her two apples, they were not very familiar with each other. Now he gave him a cup, and she felt that it was even.
When she got out of the car and said goodbye to Rong Huan, she took the cardboard box and walked to the gate of the community. Then she responded: Is it inappropriate to send a cup?
It's really inappropriate, especially now that many words are being marketed by businesses using homophony.
At least in her high school, giving a cup was a lifetime gift, which was a very ambiguous gift. Couples are also very popular to send cups, scarves and the like.
She stopped, then shook her head again, don't think too much, she thought that with Mr. Xie's good cultivation, she should not make up the brain too much or misunderstand her meaning.
It was just an ordinary cup, and she handed it over.
Rong Hong stood on the bus platform and looked at the mug in his hand and smiled.
He suddenly remembered one thing, that day was his birthday, it was supposed to be very lively, but that day he had no intention of dealing with people, sneaking out of the palace to find her, she was not good at piano, calligraphy and painting, but the general's wife was determined to take her Trained into a noble girl, and invited someone to teach her, she is sitting in the pavilion in the center of the lake, playing the strings, as if she were experiencing the most painful things in the world.
She was very happy to see him here, and she took it for granted that she could make a picture for her, so that she could make a difference.
She is not only good at painting, but the paintings have no beauty at all, but he took a closer look and found out that she was sloppy and loved it after a long time.
Seeing her was pathetic, he could barely help her "cheat", and of course did not dare to reveal one-tenth of her true skill, fearing that the wife of the general would doubt it.
When she heard that it was his birthday, she gave him a cup, and the cup had no beauty at all. The cup should be her masterpiece, a bear that is said to be a bear.
She said it was a cup she made herself.
He was disgusted on the surface, but he also accepted it. When he returned to the palace, he hid in his own bookcase and did not want to show it to others. A few days later, he went to find a friend with something, came to the friend's study, and found that there was also a mug in his desk, and he asked his friend what was going on with that cup.
A friend smiled heartily, but he couldn't help putting the cup down. "Yuanyuan has nothing to do. I went to burn a set of cups myself, and my father and mother also received them."
Everyone has it?
At that time, he looked cold, returned to the palace and almost fell the cup, and then thought that it was a person who made a mistake, not a thing that made a mistake, so why bother?
Now, it seems that she really forgot about the past, so that she could give her a cup without heart and lungs.
Forget it, he hasn't seen her so open for a long time.
Rong Yan sighed.
Back at the hotel, Sun Qiming was already waiting. The suite was very quiet. He was also muttering in his heart. He didn't know what the boss wanted him to do.
Rong Hong is sitting at his desk. He likes reading books. He has been here for several months. Fortunately, he used to remember what she said to him so that he can accept the status quo so quickly, but it is not enough. The interior is not very peaceful. Although it is not as crises and traps as the palace, but it cannot be taken lightly. Before he can understand this era thoroughly, he will continue to pretend to be dumb.
Dumb is very good, say more and more mistakes, say less and less mistakes, you won't be wrong if you don't.
Thinking of the person I saw at the bus station today, and thinking of his eyes when she looked at her, Rong Hong flipped through a page of books, without raising his eyelids, and whispered, "You have to check someone these days." >