At this time, the office workers had already gotten off work. Today was Friday and also Christmas Eve. Most of the young people had gone to celebrate the festival, so there were not many people on the bus.
Song Yuan and Yung Heng found seats as soon as they got on the bus. They sat in the back row, and Song Yuan sat by the window.
Song Yuan originally thought that Yung Heng would not sit next to her. After all, the two of them were not very familiar with each other. She did not expect that after she found a seat, he would sit next to her. When he saw her look over, he smiled and said, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind." Of course, she did not mind. This bus did not belong to her family.
Song Yuan was also a little embarrassed. After all, Yung Heng had given her two apples. Usually, on Christmas Eve, many businesses would give apples. When it came to Valentine's Day, people would give roses at the subway station. On such a festival, no one would refuse such a small gift. After all, it was auspicious.
However, she did not have an apple to give him, so she was more or less embarrassed.
She subconsciously rummaged through her bag and only saw the strawberry milk that she had brought this morning. The rest were her necessities. They were both adults, so it seemed awkward to give him strawberry milk.
She could only give up.
She turned her head sideways to look at him. He was looking out of the window intently.
From this angle, if she were to think that he was looking at her, she would think that he was looking at her.
"What's wrong?" He asked her with a faint smile.
Song Yuan quickly shook her head. "Are you a local? Your accent doesn't sound like it."
"I'm not a local. I'm just here to do something." Yung Heng paused. "I'm here to see the person I want to see."
"No wonder. I feel that you speak with a Beijing accent. Are you from Beijing?" Song Yuan smiled. "My grandfather worked in Beijing when he was young. I often went there when I was young, so I'm familiar with the accent."
Yung Heng seemed to be lost in thought. "According to the geographical location, I should be considered a citizen of Beijing."
There was such a saying?
Song Yuan was amused by the way he explained with such a straight face.
While they were talking, Song Yuan's phone rang. It was a video call invitation from WeChat. She took out her phone from her bag and saw that it was a video call invitation from Rong Ting.
Reality had proven that the generation-skipping relationship was reasonable and real. Previously, she had bought Rong Ting a children's watch and a mobile phone. Later on, when her father took Rong Ting shopping, he actually bought an iPad for the child. Regarding this, her father was particularly self-righteous, saying that his friend's grandson was using a tablet, so of course, his grandson could not fall behind others.
She also downloaded WeChat on her iPad. Her father helped Rong Ting create a WeChat account.
Rong Ting knew that during her lunch break, he would occasionally video chat with her. He felt that it was very strange.
Song Yuan smiled apologetically at Yung Heng and answered the video call.
When she was about to answer the call, Yung Heng quietly turned his body sideways, as if he didn't want to disturb her.
It was just a small movement, but Song Yuan felt that this person was really too gentlemanly. No wonder he was a handsome guy who looked like her.
After the video call was connected, Rong Ting seemed to have taken a shower. He was wearing fluffy little yellow chicken pajamas and was nestled on the sofa. "Mother, where are you?"
Song Yuan deliberately lowered her voice. "I'm on the bus. It'll take about half an hour to get home. Have you eaten? Has Auntie left? "
"Yes." Rong Ting appeared small in the camera. "I saw that it was getting late, so I asked Auntie to leave first. Mother, have you eaten? What did you eat? "
Sometimes, Rong Ting was very awkward and arrogant, but sometimes, he was like a sweet little cotton-padded jacket, just like now.
"I ate. I wanted to eat something hot today. I ordered casserole potato powder. It's quite delicious."
Rong Ting frowned. "Mother …"
He was going to blabber again. Song Yuan felt very awkward. After all, there was an outsider sitting next to her.
She immediately interrupted him. "Let's not talk about this anymore. I've already eaten. I'm outside now, and the signal isn't very good. Let's talk about this when we get home, okay?"
Although Rong Ting was dissatisfied, he still nodded and agreed. "Mother, you have to be careful outside. The ground is slippery today."
"Okay, okay, okay!" After hanging up the video call, Song Yuan heaved a sigh of relief.
She was now in the company, and whenever she received a video call from Rong Ting, she would hide outside.
It wasn't that she was afraid that others would find out that she was a mother. When she acknowledged Rong Ting, she had already mentally prepared herself. It was just that Rong Ting still spoke like an ancient person. He had his pride and was unwilling to refer to himself as "I" in front of others. He was also unwilling to call her "Mother." He was only willing to call her "Mother." However, if outsiders heard this, they would find it very strange.
She had just put her phone back into her bag when she heard the man next to her ask her with a smile, "Do you have a child?"
Song Yuan turned her head abruptly and happened to meet Yung Heng's clear eyes. She hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Yes."
Yung Heng just smiled and didn't say anything else.
Song Yuan sighed in her heart. It wasn't easy for her to meet someone who looked like her, but it was destined that they weren't fated to be together.
He didn't look old and didn't look like he had been married before. Although this was quite realistic, she wouldn't have considered raising a child in the past. It wasn't just her. Her parents would have objected as well. Thinking about it from another perspective, it was understandable that others would lose interest in her because she had a child. Alright, she didn't need to talk to herself. This white-haired handsome man had no interest in her in the first place …
Song Yuan was very good at comforting herself. Very quickly, she pulled herself together again.
Dating or whatever, forget about it for the time being! At the very least, she had to wait until Rong Ting accepted this matter.
She got off the bus at the bus stop. Yung Heng also got off the bus. She knew that he lived nearby.
As soon as she got off the bus, there was a middle-aged man selling roasted sweet potatoes by the bus stop. "Roasted sweet potatoes, fragrant and sweet roasted sweet potatoes" was playing over and over again on the loudspeaker. The business of roasted sweet potatoes was very good in such cold weather. Song Yuan didn't want to owe anyone anything. She said to Yung Heng, "Um, please wait a moment."
After saying this, she jogged over to the roasted sweet potato stall and asked the boss to pick a sweet potato that was roasted until it was almost dripping with sugar.
The roasted sweet potato was wrapped in a paper bag. It was still warm, and she could vaguely smell its sweet fragrance.
She smiled and handed the roasted sweet potato to him. "This is for you. Thank you for the apple. Happy Christmas Eve!"
Yung Heng looked dazed. She didn't know what he thought of, but he smiled.
His temperament was really strange. When Song Yuan first met him, she only felt that this person had a strong aura. He even had an imposing manner without being angry. After interacting with him a few times, it seemed that that day was just her imagination. He was clearly clean and gentle, like the warm sun in winter.
He seemed to be really happy. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Thank you."
"It's nothing." Song Yuan raised her hand and waved at him. She smiled with dimples. "Then goodbye. The child is still waiting for me at home."
"Okay, goodbye."
Song Yuan thought about how tomorrow was Christmas and the holidays, so she was in a relaxed and happy mood. Her footsteps were also very light. Even if he didn't know her, he seemed to be able to see that she was in a good mood.
Yung Heng watched her leave, then lowered his head to look at the roasted sweet potato in his hand.
After she left, he didn't dare to disturb the past, nor did he dare to think about it. Now that she had reappeared in his world, he dared to think about the past.
That year, it was also snowing heavily. He originally didn't plan to go out in the palace, but when he saw the palace maid making tea, he remembered that she had once said that she liked a poem the most. The sky wants to snow at night, and I can drink a cup of nothing.
The sky wants to snow at night, and I can drink a cup of nothing.
In fact, at that time, he cared about her because of his good friend and the General's Estate behind her. At that time, he didn't plan to make her empress after he ascended the throne. Her background couldn't bear that kind of position. He considered taking her as a side consort first. If the General's Estate really helped him and was really that useful, then after he ascended the throne, he could make her Noble Consort to show his favor.
That day, he left the palace. Of course, he used his good friend as an excuse.
He and his good friend were in the pavilion. His good friend ordered people to make wine. The world was white, and the pavilion was very warm. It was really pleasant.
He saw her walking over from the bridge, wearing a red cloak. In the vast expanse of white, this was the only red color.
She walked over with a smile and asked the palace maid behind her to bring the roasted sweet potato.
His good friend stood up and brushed the snow off her cloak. Although he was reprimanding her, he actually felt sorry for her. He asked her why she didn't stay in the house in such cold weather. What if she got frostbite?
When she smiled, the corners of her mouth showed shallow dimples. "I heard them say that brother was drinking in the pavilion, so I wanted to come too. Hey, you guys really know how to enjoy life. I forgot the full version of the poem. Brother, you should drink when it's snowing. Can I drink a cup?"
His good friend couldn't do anything about it. "You're already here. Can I still chase you away? But you can only drink a cup. "
She didn't know how to drink. She only took a sip, and with a strange and cute expression, she refused to drink anymore.
…
Yung Heng looked up. A few more snowflakes were floating in the sky, and he couldn't see her back anymore.
When he returned to the hotel suite, the chauffeur, Sun Qiming, arrived.
Sun Qiming stood in front of his desk. His expression was cautious, and there was a hint of respect in his tone that he couldn't detect. "Boss, I've already checked the background of the two people that day. The man is the son of the restaurant chain owner in the city. He's 25 years old this year, and he's currently unemployed. His private life is a little messy, and he's also made some mistakes. He's protected by his family. The woman is his girlfriend. Actually, she can't be considered a girlfriend. She can only be considered a female companion. His girlfriend comes from an ordinary family. Her parents are both ordinary employees. She met this man at a dinner party. At that time, this man was her good friend's boyfriend. The two of them are now in a conflict. The man wants to break up, but the woman refuses. "
He originally thought that the traffic accident that day was just a small episode. He didn't expect his boss to ask him to check the background of the two people that night.
He didn't know what his boss wanted to do, but those two people were probably in trouble.
"Write it down and continue to keep an eye on them." Yung Heng was reading a book. His fair, slender, and well-defined hand flipped a page. Then, he said in an indifferent tone, "It's impossible for people not to make mistakes, right?"
Sun Qiming lowered his head and didn't say anything.
In the midst of his silence, he heard his boss say, "You've been by my side for a few years. I'm very confident in you."
Sun Qiming raised his head abruptly. He didn't understand what his boss meant.
Yung Heng flipped another page. There was still a roasted sweet potato on the table that didn't fit his image at all. "Humans die in pursuit of wealth, and birds die in pursuit of food. Most people make mistakes for fame or fortune. If the people around me make mistakes for these things …" He paused and raised his head to look at Liu Qiming. A smile appeared on his face. "Then I'll be very disappointed."
Sun Qiming didn't know what his boss meant by this. Was it a warning or a reminder?
His boss was clearly still the same boss, but for some reason, being stared at like this and listening to such words made his back break out in cold sweat on such a cold day.
He didn't know why he was like this.
But now, even if he had more courage, he wouldn't dare to do anything to deceive his boss.
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