When Song Yuan walked to the bus stop, the bus she was waiting for arrived.
There were many people waiting for the bus today as usual. Song Yuan got on the bus first, and Yung Heng followed behind. He gave her cash.
The two of them found a place to stand in the middle. At this time, there were no more seats on the bus. Fortunately, the bus was not crowded.
Yung Heng did not take the initiative to talk to Song Yuan. As for Song Yuan, she was still immersed in her own world. One moment, she had that dream, and the next moment, she thought of Rong Ting. Even if a handsome man stood in front of her, she could still control her heartbeat slightly when she thought of her son at home.
It was really not easy to be a mother! Would she be cut off from love in the future?
Song Yuan resisted the urge to chat with him.
Yung Heng was very tall. His hand pulled the tab easily. Although there were many people on the bus, he could still easily distinguish her scent. It was exactly the same as before.
Just like this, he was very satisfied that she could stand by his side, even if she did not say a word.
Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his clothes. He looked down and saw a mischievous little girl looking up at him.
"Uncle, uncle ~"
Song Yuan was attracted by the child's voice. She also looked down and saw a cute little girl with a bun beside Yung Heng.
Of course, Yung Heng knew that Song Yuan was looking at him. He bent down with a gentle smile on his face and asked softly, "Little friend, what's wrong?"
"Uncle, why do you have white hair? You look like my grandfather! But you look younger than my grandfather. "The little girl was really curious, so she mustered up the courage to ask.
The little girl's mother was very embarrassed. She quickly walked over to pull her away and said to Yung Heng apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The child is not sensible."
Yung Heng's expression was gentle. "It's okay." He then looked at the little girl and his smile deepened. "Little girl, uncle's white hair is dyed. Your black hair is very beautiful. Uncle is already considering whether to dye it black."
When Song Yuan saw how patiently and gently Yung Heng spoke to the little girl, she felt emotional for a moment. After the little girl left with her mother, she subconsciously blurted out, "You're so patient with children."
"Really? Maybe it's because I prefer children. " Yung Heng turned around and glanced at the little girl. "They should be more patient with children."
"Not really." Song Yuan shook his head. "Many people don't like children. They find them troublesome. There aren't many people who treat children as patiently as you do."
Yung Heng laughed. "Hearing your praise, I thought I had done something great."
Song Yuan didn't know if she was wearing a filter, but she felt that this white-haired handsome man really touched her aesthetic standards. She couldn't resist this kind of gentle and elegant handsome man.
If it weren't for the fact that she had a child at home, and if those things hadn't happened, she would have let go of her reservations and taken the initiative to attack.
What a pity.
Although they were still standing together like yesterday, Song Yuan really wasn't in the mood to chat today. She was also quite afraid of this. It was easy to feel awkward with strangers, especially when you didn't feel like chatting. If you were with people you were familiar with, you could talk if you wanted to. If you didn't want to talk, you wouldn't talk. It was very comfortable.
Fortunately, the white-haired handsome man didn't take the initiative to chat with her.
However, in the world of adults, if he didn't take the initiative to chat, it probably meant that he wasn't interested in her.
Originally, she thought that he was interested in her. Otherwise, why would he send her home last night? However, on second thought, if he was interested, he would have asked for her contact number yesterday.
Sigh … As a person, she really shouldn't think too much. She would screw up.
She got out of the car and subconsciously looked back. She found that Yung Heng didn't get out of the car.
Alright, as a person, she shouldn't think too much. She shook off the thoughts that she shouldn't have and walked in the direction of the company.
Today was Christmas Eve, which was also Friday. There were a lot of things to do. She had been busy since she started work and only had some free time in the afternoon.
The company's receptionist was considerate. She gave everyone a red apple and ordered milk tea in the afternoon.
Song Yuan was drinking milk tea as she logged into the web version of WeChat. She had been using her phone to reply during work, so it inevitably gave people the feeling that she was slacking. The web version of WeChat was still better. Her replies to messages made it seem like she was working seriously.
Xie Ya sent a message: "I heard that Ji Junpei is coming back! Oh my god! Wuli Yuanyuan finally doesn't have to suffer in the cold! "
When Song Yuan saw this message, she almost spat out her tea.
Suffer in the cold?
She quickly replied to the message to refute the rumors: "What do you mean by suffering in the cold? I don't have that kind of relationship with him."
Xie Ya: "Really? You two clearly went to the movies together. Now that he's finally coming back, you can also stop being single. "
Song Yuan was slightly embarrassed. If she said that she had nothing to do with Ji Junpei, it seemed like she was covering her nose and lying to her eyes. However, to be honest, it could be considered an unfinished business between them.
When she was in university, she did have feelings for him. For someone like her who had no talent and ordinary grades, it was very easy for her to worship the Academic God. The Academic God was also quite good-looking and seemed to be interested in her … It was not that she did not have feelings for him, but it was just that she had feelings for him for too long. She did not wait for the next step, so this kind of feeling easily disappeared.
Now, it was really difficult to return to her feelings at that time. Moreover, such a strange thing had happened to her.
Song Yuan: "I can't stop being single even if he comes back. Anyway, there's no chance for the two of us. Going to the movies is already old news. It's not worth mentioning. "
She and Xie Ya were very good friends. However, up until now, other than her parents, no one knew about her relationship with Rong Ting.
She did not know how to explain it. She also knew that even if she did, no one would believe her. They would even look at her as if she was crazy … After all, it was already very surprising that her parents believed her.
It was better to take it slow!
Xie Ya: "That's such a pity. I think Ji Junpei is not bad. He's handsome and a top student. It's very hard to find such a high-quality man nowadays. Why don't you consider it? Do you really have a boyfriend? "
Xie Ya: "You can't hide that from me."
Song Yuan was helpless: "I don't have a boyfriend, but it's impossible with him. Anyway, it's a long story. I'll tell you when we meet. "
She really wanted to say it, but the key was, would she be able to say it clearly when the time came?
Coincidentally, just as she mentioned Ji Junpei to Xie Ya, a florist came to deliver flowers not long after.
The girls in the office were very envious. It was fine if they received flowers on Valentine's Day, but why did they also receive flowers on Christmas Eve?
Song Yuan was very confused. Fortunately, there was a name on the business card. It was just the word "Ji," so she knew who it was.
…
What did Ji Junpei mean by this? He should not have returned to China yet.
Song Yuan could not figure it out, but she did not want to ask him. In fact, she had been in contact with him very little since half a year ago. Now, she took the initiative to contact him because of this bouquet of flowers and even caused a series of problems. This was not the result she wanted.
If they were a couple, she could explain it to him clearly. But the key was that they were not in any relationship.
Although it was a headache to face this situation, Song Yuan did not want to pretend to be dead. After thinking about it, she still braced herself and sent him a message: "Senior, I received a bouquet of flowers. I don't know if it's from you. If it's from you, then thank you. There's something I want to tell you. When you return to China, if you're free, my boyfriend and I will treat you to a meal! "
After sending this message, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Today was Friday. She originally wanted to get off work on time, but when it was almost time to get off work, there was suddenly a problem with the order she was in charge of. The customer kept calling her to contact the warehouse and factory. Seeing that the customer was in such a hurry, it would definitely be difficult to bring the work home to deal with. So, she called Rong Ting and told him that she would be working overtime and would be back late. She asked him to eat first and not wait for her.
Rong Ting was a very cautious child. Now, she was quite relieved that he was at home.
She ordered takeout for herself and worked until almost eight o 'clock before she got off work. There were not many people in the office.
It was already past the rush hour, so she walked to the bus stop unhurriedly. At this moment, snowflakes were floating in the air, and the temperature outside was already below zero. Coming out of the company with the heater on, she really couldn't stand the cold at this moment.
When she arrived at the bus stop, she saw a familiar person.
In this kind of weather, everyone subconsciously bent their bodies, as if this would make them warmer. However, he stood very straight, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all. He also did not wear much.
Song Yuan was a little surprised. She walked to his side and took the initiative to greet him. "Hi, what a coincidence."
Yung Heng seemed to have just noticed her. He turned his head and could not hide his surprise. "What a coincidence. Are you off work at this time?"
Song Yuan was already very tired from working overtime. She smiled helplessly. "Today is Friday. There are more things to do, so I worked overtime. What about you? Why aren't you home yet?"
"I also just finished dealing with the things at hand."
Yung Heng held a paper bag in his hand and smiled as he handed it to her. "A customer gave it to me. I don't like to eat apples, and there's no one at home. This is for you."
Song Yuan did not know what it was, but she still took it. There were two very beautiful snake fruits in the paper bag.
"I heard that today is Christmas Eve." Rong Heng paused. "I once heard people say that we should eat apples on Christmas Eve. That way, we'll be safe."
"Ah, thank you. But I don't have any apples to give you. "Song Yuan was a little embarrassed." The company sent them out today, but I ate them all. "
She did have some at home, but she could not possibly ask him to go home with her to get it.
Someone gave her an apple on Christmas Eve, but she did not have an apple to give him. She always felt a little awkward.
Yung Heng's face was still as gentle and smiling as usual. "It's okay. I've already eaten an apple. "
"Two is too much." Song Yuan said again. "I only need one."
Yung Heng retracted his gaze and looked up at the sky. "You can take them all. You should have someone at home."
When Song Yuan heard this, she thought of Rong Ting.
That's right. She and Rong Ting happened to be two people. One apple each. Perfect ~
"Okay, thank you!"
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