In the afternoon, Song Haiping got off work early at three o 'clock. He took Rong Ting to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries.
Rong Ting sat in the shopping cart while Song Haiping pushed him. It was inevitable for the grandfather and grandson to quarrel.
In fact, every time they quarreled over some trivial matters, they would eventually forget their original intention. Song Haiping's culinary skills were good. He also felt sorry for his daughter who had to cook for her after work, so he could only volunteer to take over this heavy responsibility. Fortunately, there was nothing much going on in the company, so he had enough time.
Song Yuan felt that this was the happiest time of her life! It would be best if her mother was here too!
Every day when she got home after work, she could smell the aroma of food. Her father came out of the kitchen and asked her to wash her hands and get ready for dinner.
Gugu stood on the balcony to memorize or practice writing.
During dinner, Song Haiping casually mentioned, "I'm planning to drive to Beijing tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to bring Rong Ting along."
Song Yuan and Rong Ting put down their chopsticks and said in unison, "What?"
Rong Ting frowned. "I refuse."
He understood that his mother worked hard every day, so he followed his grandfather. However, this did not mean that he was willing to follow his grandfather and leave his mother.
"A child has no right to refuse." Song Haiping looked at Song Yuan. "It's hard for you to work every day. As for me, there's something going on in Beijing, so I want to go over and take a look. If you leave Rong Ting at home, you'll be worried about him. It's also a problem for him to eat. We can't possibly order takeout every day. It's not safe for a child to stay at home alone."
Song Yuan felt that what her father said made sense. She had a lot of work to do during this period. The main thing was that a colleague in the group was sick and hospitalized, so this matter fell on her. At this juncture, she could not resign. If she really left Rong Ting alone at home, she would be worried.
After hearing Song Haiping's words, Rong Ting did not object like before. He still frowned and asked, "How many days?"
Now that he was being taught by Song Haiping, his speech was gradually becoming more modern.
"A week at most, three or four days at least."
Song Haiping was also being taught by Rong Ting. When he spoke, he unconsciously became "cultured".
Rong Ting looked reluctantly at Song Yuan. "Alright then."
He also knew that if he did not go's's's way, his mother would miss him at work and come back as soon as possible..... it was too hard.'s's's's's's...
Rong Ting didn't have much luggage to pack. He was still wearing the ancient costume. After taking a bath at night, he would change out of it and dry it in the sun. He could wear it the next day.
. '' ''s's to's's.'s... When Song Yuan was packing Rong Ting's luggage, she also put in the cartoon thermos she had bought for him. "You must drink water and eat fruits."
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'' Also, ask Grandpa to make you a glass of milk before you go to bed every night. Drink it and you'll sleep soundly. ''
Rong Ting watched as Song Yuan helped him pack his's'. He sat on the bed with a natural expression. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Mother, I'm only leaving for a few days. I'll be back soon. ''
"Do you remember my phone number? '' Song Yuan asked again.
Rong Ting really had a photographic memory. He was very quick-witted. He could recite Song Yuan's' and Song Haiping's' phone numbers like the back of his hand.
"If you get lost with Grandpa outside, remember to call or look for the police. Don't go with strangers, understand? ''
Ever since the paternity test results came out, Song Yuan felt that she had taken on the role too quickly. Almost without any hesitation, she accepted Rong Ting as her son.
Rong Ting patted the seat next to him, motioning for Song Yuan to sit over.
Song Yuan packed the luggage before sitting over. She turned her head to look at him. "What's the matter? ''
"Mother, are you reluctant to part with me? Are you unwilling to part with me? '' When the child said this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. There was a bright light in his eyes, and he looked very proud and proud.
Song Yuan nodded seriously. "That's not wrong, right? ''
"If it is, then it is. If it isn't, then it isn't."
"Yes."
Rong Ting was very satisfied with Song Yuan's answer. He took the initiative to reach out and hold Song Yuan's hand, but he quickly let go. He really wanted to be close to Song Yuan, but his education prevented him from being too close to her, or at least for too long.
***
Song Haiping hired a chauffeur to drive them to Beijing. The entire journey from the city to Beijing was on the highway, and it only took a little more than six hours.
Song Haiping had already bought two houses a few years ago, before the purchase limit in Beijing was set. At that time, his thinking was simple. He was afraid that his daughter would develop in Beijing in the future, so he had to prepare a house for her. He went to the real estate market to take a look. At that time, the housing prices had not skyrocketed. He felt that the price was not bad. Coincidentally, he had some money on hand, so he bought two three-bedroom houses in one go, both in the Third Ring Road.
He had been running to and fro Beijing more frequently these two years, so he hired a housekeeper. Before he came this time, he had asked the housekeeper to clean the house inside and out.
He led Rong Ting into the house and could not help but feel a little proud. "Although I don't want to speak ill of your father in front of you, there are some things that I still have to say. Regardless of whether your father was a prince or an emperor in ancient times, the Qing dynasty has already fallen. If he really came with you, he might be a pauper in front of your grandfather."
When Rong Ting heard this, he secretly rolled his eyes again. "All the land under the heavens belongs to the king!"
"What are you talking about? Alright, go to the neighbor's house now and ask him to drive his Porsche for me." Song Haiping deliberately teased him. "Didn't you say that all the land under the heavens belongs to the king? Someone else's Porsche is your Porsche. As a grandson, shouldn't you be filial to your grandfather?"
Rong Ting was stunned by Song Haiping's bandit logic.
"You're pestering endlessly!"
"How can I be the kind of person who oppresses the common people and plunder their wealth!"
"I won't lower myself to your level!"
After arguing for a while, Song Haiping looked at Rong Ting's flustered and exasperated appearance with satisfaction. He patted his head. "That's right. A child should act like a child. You're acting like a little adult every day."
Rong Ting almost vomited blood.
Song Haiping took the sulking Rong Ting out for a meal. He also wanted to take him to get a haircut while he was at it.
Although Rong Ting never said it, Song Yuan knew that he didn't plan to live here forever. He had the idea of returning to the palace. After all, that was where he grew up. However, Song Yuan wasn't as optimistic as him. Time travel wasn't something that could be done as and when he wanted to. He himself said that it was only on a rare day in a hundred years that he was able to travel through time and space with the help of the State Preceptor. From a rational point of view, the possibility of Rong Ting wanting to travel back in time was almost zero.
Song Yuan never took the initiative to talk to Rong Ting about this issue because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept it.
Song Haiping wasn't as meticulous as Song Yuan. He felt that his grandson must find a way to settle down. After settling down, he would have to go to kindergarten and wear ancient costumes every day.
Therefore, while they were out for a meal, Song Haiping wanted to take Rong Ting to get a handsome haircut.
After the grandfather and grandson finished their meal, Song Haiping mysteriously said to Rong Ting, "I'll take you to a good place."
Rong Ting looked indifferent on the surface, but he was actually looking forward to it.
It wasn't until Song Haiping brought Rong Ting to the entrance of the barber shop. Rong Ting looked inside and saw a barber cutting his hair. As smart as he was, he immediately guessed what was going on. He frowned, took two steps back, and said to Song Haiping, "You're bringing me here to get a haircut? I refuse. "
Song Haiping pulled Rong Ting back, "What's there to refuse? Your hair is already so long. It's not easy to wash it or comb it. No child in kindergarten is like you. When you go to primary school, the requirements will be even stricter. Let's just cut it today. Don't worry, I'm not stingy. I'll get the most expensive director, oh, no, the store manager to cut it for you personally! "
Rong Ting saw that Song Haiping was serious. Thinking of the difference in physical strength between him and his grandfather, he suddenly felt hopeless. He knew that it was impossible to reason with his grandfather, but if he were to shave his hair, he might as well chop off his head!
Thinking of this, Rong Ting didn't let Song Haiping hold him back. His first reaction was to run away.
He ran with all his might and accidentally rushed to an intersection. A car sped past.
Song Haiping saw this and was scared out of his wits, "Rong Ting!!"
Only then did Rong Ting turn his head, only to see a car driving towards him. He was stunned. In just a few seconds, his pupils dilated rapidly.
Song Haiping was so scared that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. Even in this late autumn season, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. It was as if he would collapse in the next second. When the car was only a dozen centimeters away from Rong Ting, it barely braked and stopped.
The driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was also in shock. When he came back to his senses, he wanted to curse.
Fortunately, he realized that his boss was sitting in the car, so he managed to resist the urge to curse.
"Boss, are you okay?" The chauffeur wanted to cry but had no tears. His boss had just been discharged from the hospital. If he was frightened and Old Master Xie and Mrs. Xie found out about it, he would not be able to explain himself. His boss was their lifeblood.
What really scared him was that after he asked this question, he felt as if his entire body was stuck.
He, he actually forgot that his boss had stopped talking because of the shock.
Then what was he asking about?
The man whom the driver called "boss" looked out the window at the child who was so scared that he didn't know what to do. He suddenly straightened his body, and his calm but deep eyes were filled with fear. However, he quickly calmed down. His eyelids drooped, and his hands rested on his knees. His breathing, however, was more rapid than before.
Song Haiping rushed over and picked up Rong Ting. He was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly. "Are, are you okay? Where does it hurt? Tell Grandpa, where are you feeling unwell? Grandpa will take you to the hospital immediately! "
Song Haiping was so scared that his eyes turned red.
Rong Ting reacted faster. He calmed down and patted Song Haiping's back uncomfortably. "Grandpa, I'm fine."
"Are you really fine?"
"I'm really fine. The car didn't hit me."
Song Haiping was relieved. He looked at the car and his heart couldn't help but thump. Looking at the car and the license plate, the owner was probably rich and respectable. He wasn't an unreasonable person. Since the child was fine, he wouldn't pester the person endlessly to take responsibility. His grandson was still here, and he couldn't set a bad example for the child.
Just as Song Haiping was about to leave with Rong Ting and let the road return to normal, the driver got out of the car.
The driver was also very puzzled. It was obvious that the person didn't want to argue, so why did his boss signal him to ask for his contact information?
Just now, his boss was holding the phone and looking at him. He asked tentatively, "Do you want to give this person your contact information?"
His boss nodded.
The driver came in front of Song Haiping and handed his boss's business card to Song Haiping. "This is our boss's business card. If your child is feeling unwell, you can contact us. Jing City Hospital has a special person in charge. You can take your child for a check-up. All the expenses will be under our boss's name."
Song Haiping took the business card and glanced at it. He was immediately stunned.
This, this was the business card of the Xie family's young master?!
Song Haiping was a businessman. He had relied on his flexible brain to survive from being poor to where he was today.
He took out his business card from his pocket and handed it to the driver. He knew that his action was a little rushed, but he would be a bastard if he didn't get involved when he saw the God of Fortune. Now that he had left his name with the Xie family's young master, even if the branch family wanted to cause trouble for him, they would have to think twice.
"This is my business card. Please give it to your boss." Song Haiping recovered from the panic just now and resumed his image as a wily old fox in the business world. "Actually, it's my child who ran into the road. I have a friend who does car maintenance. If there are any problems with your car, you can call me. I'll arrange for someone to fix it for you. I'm really sorry about this."
The driver saw that Song Haiping didn't have any intention of scamming him and was still so polite. A smile appeared on his face. "It's okay, it's okay. But you really have to be careful next time."
Song Haiping was even more polite. "Sorry to trouble you."
After saying this, Song Haiping carried Rong Ting and apologized to the driver again before leaving. Before he left, he took another look at the car.
Rong Ting was also looking at Song Haiping. He felt that his grandfather was smiling like an old fox just now.
Song Haiping saw that Rong Ting was looking at him, so he put him down. After checking him up and down to make sure that he didn't bump into anything, he still said with a straight face, "It was so dangerous just now. You could have run anywhere, but you ran into the road. If something happened to you, how am I going to explain it to your mother? You almost gave her a heart attack just now. "
However, Song Haiping thought about it and said uncomfortably, "You can't tell your mother about what happened just now."
"Why?"
"Just don't tell her." Song Haiping was actually very afraid of his daughter. If his daughter knew that he brought Rong Ting to get a haircut and caused Rong Ting to almost get hit by a car when he ran away, his daughter would definitely be angry.
Originally, Rong Ting wouldn't tell Song Yuan about this matter even if Song Haiping didn't remind him. He felt that if his mother knew, she would definitely be worried. He didn't want his mother to worry about him.
"It's fine if I don't say it." Song Haiping was about to praise Rong Ting for being sensible when he heard him say, "But I have a condition."
"You still have a condition? You still want to talk about conditions with me? Alright, tell me."
Rong Ting pointed at a large supermarket across the street.
Song Haiping was speechless.
In the end, Song Haiping took Rong Ting to the supermarket and bought a shopping cart full of snacks.
At night, in the Xie family's old residence, the man sat on the sofa in the room, holding a business card in his hand. His expression was dark and unreadable.
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