Song Yuan didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that the appearance of this handsome white-haired man made the woman, who had been cursing and swearing on the street, quiet down.
Song Yuan knew that it was the morning rush hour. She really didn't want to delay other people's work because of this accident.
"Thank you." Song Yuan put her phone back in her bag. She felt very sorry when she saw that the cars on the road were as slow as snails, but she didn't forget to thank the handsome white-haired man. If he hadn't helped in time, she might have really been hit by that woman in the chaotic scene just now.
Yung Heng looked at Song Yuan and said gently, "You're welcome. I can't stand this kind of thing either."
Hearing Yung Heng's words, the surrounding people had different expressions.
Yung Heng's driver got out of the car. When he heard him speak, his face was shocked as if he had seen a ghost.
The woman was also very surprised. She was sure that she hadn't seen wrongly. She thought that the two of them were a couple. After all this time, they were just strangers? No, if they were strangers, then why did this man look at her as if he wanted to kill her???
"I'm really sorry."
Song Yuan wasn't so thick-skinned. She saw that the drivers around them all rolled down their windows and looked very irritable. She understood them very well.
Once, when she was driving to work, she was also involved in a rear-end accident. She was stuck in traffic for more than ten minutes and was almost late. She felt that her temper was usually very good, but she was still very irritable that day.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Yuan apologized to the drivers passing by.
It was their business if they didn't have manners. Although the responsibility for this matter wasn't hers, she was still a party involved in this accident.
Yung Heng looked at her apologizing to others and lowered his eyelids to hide his true emotions. When he looked at Song Yuan again, he returned to his previous gentleness. "This has nothing to do with you. You don't have to apologize."
Song Yuan was stunned and smiled carelessly. "It's my car that's blocking the road now."
She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. The temperature in the winter morning was still very low. She was wearing a white down jacket, which made her skin look even fairer.
"Is there anything else I can help with?" Yung Heng looked at her. His hands were in his coat pockets. When he spoke to her, his hands were trembling, but on the surface, he still looked very gentle and calm.
"Ah, there's no need." Song Yuan waved his hand. "The traffic police will be here soon. You should also be going to work, right? "
Yung Heng nodded.
"Then I'll leave first."
Song Yuan waved at him and smiled. "Goodbye then. Thank you for today."
Yung Heng was stunned for a moment when he saw her smile.
When he turned around, his face changed in a second. His gentleness and elegance when facing Song Yuan was swept away. There was no expression on his face. He was serious and indifferent, giving people a lot of pressure.
The chauffeur followed behind him and opened the back door for him.
The driver was also sweating for himself. When he sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt, he heard his boss in the back seat say coldly, "I don't want my family to know about what happened today."
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The driver wanted to cry but had no tears. To be honest, he didn't expect his boss to not lose his voice at all. He could clearly speak! Why did he have to pretend to be mute!
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. He didn't want to know his boss's secret.
He knew the depth of the wealthy families. The Xie family was one of the top families in Beijing. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that his boss was the crown prince.
The driver didn't dare to think too deeply and nodded repeatedly.
He knew what his boss was referring to. On second thought, it seemed that his boss still had to pretend to be mute for a while. If the other members of the Xie family found out that his boss hadn't lost his voice, then his boss would definitely suspect him. Although he was also working for someone and could just quit his job, he had been in the Xie family for a few years. He knew deeply that it was too easy for these second-generation heirs of wealthy families to kill someone. Driving for his boss had a high salary and good treatment, but he didn't expect the risk to be so high.
"If you didn't do it, if you didn't say it, I won't blame it on you."
When he heard his boss say this again, the driver didn't dare to let his guard down. He didn't expect his boss to know what he was thinking.
The driver was also muttering. He felt that his boss was completely different from before. If it weren't for his face, he would have thought that they were two completely different people. His boss used to be very gentle and treated his drivers very well. He was completely different from the average second-generation heirs. Thinking about it carefully, anyone who had experienced such a narrow escape from death would change their temperament.
***
With the arrival of winter, although Rong Ting said that he didn't want his body, he honestly changed out of his ancient costume and put on the down jacket and jeans that Song Yuan bought for him. However, he still insisted on not cutting his hair, and Song Yuan didn't want to force him. After all, there were still a few months before school.
Originally, Song Yuan wanted to tell Rong Ting about today's traffic accident, but she swallowed the words back.
Gugu hadn't gotten used to the fact that his parents had already "divorced." She mentioned other men too often in front of him. Even if they were strangers, he would still be unhappy.
"Christmas will be here soon. Anyway, we have nothing to do now. Let's go out and buy some things to decorate the house. " Song Yuan took the initiative to suggest. "It just so happens that it's also a Saturday. Grandpa and Grandma will be coming over. Then I want to invite my good friends. Our house should have a little Christmas atmosphere, right?"
Rong Ting naturally had no objections.
After dinner, the mother and son happily went out to buy things.
Originally, Song Yuan wasn't very interested in this kind of holiday. In her opinion, other than the New Year, nothing else was considered a holiday. However, she saw that several owners in the owners' group were buying Christmas trees, saying that they wanted to give their children an unforgettable memory. One of the mothers said that holidays nowadays were all for the children! Otherwise, who would want to waste their time and effort?
Song Yuan thought that it made sense.
Rong Ting had never celebrated Christmas before. The day before yesterday, he saw his neighbor decorating the Christmas tree and was very curious.
She didn't want Gugu to be envious of others.
The two of them went to the supermarket near their house. The daily necessities section of the supermarket had already started selling Christmas decorations. Song Yuan let Rong Ting choose a Christmas tree and even bought a Christmas hat. Rong Ting was very excited. Although he didn't know what Christmas was and what kind of tree the Christmas tree was, it didn't affect his mood.
Looking at Rong Ting's happy expression, Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat. She pretended to say casually, "Gugu, do you know Santa Claus? Whatever gift you want, Santa Claus will fulfill it for you. When you wake up, you'll receive the gift you want. "
Rong Ting frowned and looked at Song Yuan. "How can Mother listen to such rumors? There's no such thing in this world. "
Song Yuan was stunned.
She just wanted to give Gugu a surprise. Since there was still some time before Christmas, she wanted to find out what he wanted first. Then, she would secretly buy it. When he fell asleep on Christmas Day, she would put the gift by his bed. He would definitely be very happy when he woke up the next day.
"Hey, we're just chatting. Don't be so serious. I think the other children all want gifts. What about you? "
"The Crown Prince can't reveal his preferences to outsiders."
"… You also said that it's to outsiders. Am I an outsider?"
Rong Ting sighed. "Mother, you don't have to spend money."
Song Yuan didn't expect it to be so difficult for her to give out a gift. "I said that it's a gift from Santa Claus. How is it me spending money?"
"There's no Santa Claus in this world." Rong Ting, in turn, lectured Song Yuan very seriously. "If there really is a Santa Claus, can he handle it? There are so many people who want gifts and surprises. Instead of placing your hopes on others, it's better to rely on yourself to fulfill your wishes. If I really receive a gift, then this Santa Claus is also Mother, or Maternal Grandfather or Maternal Grandmother. "
Song Yuan stared at Rong Ting.
He was wearing a woolen hat, a black down jacket, a pair of dark jeans, and a pair of snow boots. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that he looked better in ancient clothing.
"Then I really want to be your Santa Claus." Song Yuan sighed. "The other children all have gifts. I also want to give you a surprise."
Rong Ting looked at her and finally shook his head. "I already have what I want."
"What about Mother?" Rong Ting asked her again. "What gift does Mother want?"
"Why? Do you want to buy me a gift?" Song Yuan was amused by him again. "I'm already twenty-two this year. Oh, no, maybe it's even older. Anyway, I'm not a child anymore. I don't need any gifts."
"I also want to be Mother's Santa Claus."
The five or six-year-old boy said this in all seriousness. Song Yuan looked at him with gentle eyes, and her heart felt very warm.
She reached out and gently pinched Rong Ting's face. "You're so good at talking. Mother doesn't have to worry that you won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future."
At first, Rong Ting was embarrassed when he heard Song Yuan say this, but now he was automatically immune to it. "Mother doesn't have to worry. I'm watching TV with Maternal Grandfather. There's a good saying in the show: the Emperor's daughter doesn't have to worry about marriage. I'm the Crown Prince. Who knows how many daughters from aristocratic families want to enter the Eastern Palace."
He paused. "However, the Crown Princess will still be decided by Father and Mother."
Song Yuan really went along with his words. She rubbed her chin and asked seriously, "Then what kind of woman do you like?"
"Marrying a wife should be marrying a virtuous woman."
Song Yuan raised her eyebrows. "What? From what you said, you still want to take a concubine?"
She didn't care about the things in ancient times, but in modern times, this mindset should be changed. Otherwise, wouldn't she be watching a good child develop into a scumbag?
Rong Ting realized that Mother seemed to be unusually sensitive about taking a concubine.
He was too careless. He really shouldn't have talked about this with Mother.
"Mother, I feel a little dizzy." Rong Ting pretended to press his forehead.
Song Yuan's attention was indeed diverted. She quickly put down the chips in her hand and touched his forehead. "Dizzy? You don't have a fever, and you don't have a cold either. Is it because the air here doesn't circulate well? There are so many people today. Let's go back first. It's really a little stuffy here. "
Rong Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He was only five or six years old. It was really too far to talk about these things …
The mother and son walked out of the supermarket. Although it was cold outside, the air was better circulated than in the supermarket. It was more comfortable to be in the cold wind.
Song Yuan carried the supermarket shopping bag in one hand and held Rong Ting's hand in the other. The two of them walked in the direction of the residential area.
There was a black car parked on the street outside the residential area. Yung Heng sat in the back seat and was looking out the window.
The driver didn't dare to make a sound. He vaguely felt that the boss didn't come here to relax. He should be, seemed to be, pursuing a girl …
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