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Chapter 32

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Recently, the colleagues were very happy. After Christmas, they could have three days off after working five days a week.

This time was really wonderful. New Year's Day was on Monday, and they could have three days off.

Song Yuan had already submitted a resignation application. She was a little reluctant. After all, the boss of this company was her uncle, and no one dared to make things difficult for her. Her colleagues didn't like to play tricks, and they all got along very well. Her uncle was the boss, and he gave her a higher salary than outside.

She was just reluctant to resign. Last time, the four of them had a meeting about the household registration issue. In the end, they decided to bring Rong Ting to Beijing.

Although Beijing was also a first-tier city, in terms of education and medical environment, Beijing was still better.

Song Yuan was a local, but she had a household registration in Beijing, and the household registration in Beijing and Shanghai had always been popular. This was also thanks to Grandpa Song's foresight. When Grandpa Song was young, he was assigned to work in Beijing. Although he was only an ordinary employee, he settled down in Beijing, and the whole family moved there. Later, Grandpa Song retired and returned to his hometown in Beijing, but his household registration was still in Beijing. When Song Haiping and Chen Linjing divorced, Song Yuan was awarded to Chen Linjing. This woman, who couldn't tolerate sand in her eyes, didn't move her daughter's household registration out of Beijing for the sake of her daughter's future.

Song Yuan used to think that it was very troublesome to have a household registration in Beijing while she went to school in the city. Her best friend, Xie Ya, even said that she didn't know how lucky she was.

Now that she had graduated from university, she suddenly began to feel lucky that her household registration was in Beijing. At least this solved the problem of Rong Ting going to school.

Song Haiping also made the right decision a few years ago, and that was to buy two houses in Beijing, which also solved their housing problem. It was simply that everything was ready except for the east wind.

Rong Ting didn't have any opinions on where to study, but he still made a small suggestion during the family meeting that had nothing to do with the current topic. "I don't want to go to kindergarten. I've gone to see it, and it's all children there. It's very noisy and annoying."

This suggestion was ignored and rejected by the whole family.

Tomorrow was the start of the holiday. Song Yuan tidied up her desk and found a cardboard box to put her things.

"Yuanyuan, don't you want to get together today? Even the finance manager said that the funds can be allocated. "

Song Yuan shook his head. "There's no need for the finance department to allocate funds. I think Old Liu and the others are all in a hurry to go back to their hometown. They definitely won't be able to get together. How about this? I'm not going to Beijing immediately. Let's wait for next week and find a day when everyone is not busy. I'll treat you all to a good meal, and then we'll go karaoke. How about this?"

Even though Song Yuan usually kept a low profile and did not flaunt her wealth, her colleagues in the company also knew that her family was rich and that she was a second-generation rich.

However, none of them were thick-skinned. "How can we do that? We've already discussed it. Everyone in the company will go Dutch and treat you to a meal and karaoke."

"Sure, I'll treat everyone to afternoon tea in a few days!"

This was Song Yuan's first job after graduating from university. To be honest, her career had been very peaceful. It was not like the workplace dramas where she fought and schemed against each other. Today, she told Rong Ting that she would be back later. The main reason was that she wanted to wait until everyone in the company left so that she could put the small gifts she had prepared on her colleagues' desks as a way of thanking them for taking care of her during this period of time.

It was not an expensive gift. She saw that this winter was especially cold, so she bought super cute hand warmers online.

After finishing this small matter, Song Yuan carried her cardboard box and prepared to go home.

She did not drive today. Unexpectedly, when she walked out of the elevator, she saw a familiar person standing in the lobby.

In the past few years, although Ji Junpei had been studying abroad, he would come back once a year. They would also meet. The last time they met seemed to be a year ago. He was wearing a black down jacket and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. When Song Yuan first met him, he was still a candid student. After a few years of settling down abroad, he now looked much more mature and steady.

Song Yuan did not expect Ji Junpei to come looking for her. It seemed that his feelings for her were more than she had imagined.

In many things, she was very self-aware. She would not imagine how much Ji Junpei liked her. If he really liked her, they would have been together in the past few years.

No matter the reason why he had feelings for her but did not confess, there was one thing that could not be avoided, and that was that he did not like her that much.

"Yuanyuan, I'm back." Ji Junpei walked in front of her with a smile. "I was supposed to be back tomorrow, but I changed my schedule."

Song Yuan felt that the biggest reason why she did not blame Ji Junpei was that she did not like him that much.

Otherwise, how could she not have any feelings for him after not seeing him for a year?

The rush of excitement that she had at the beginning had disappeared after a few years of suspicion.

"Welcome back." Song Yuan smiled.

Ji Junpei reached out to help her move the cardboard box. She avoided him and smiled naturally. "It's not that heavy."

"Yuanyuan, I have something to ask you. You haven't eaten yet, right? Let me treat you to a meal." Ji Junpei did not seem to mind her gesture.

He had already come to the company. Song Yuan thought about their previous friendship. Even if they could not be a couple, their past friendship was still there. She really could not refuse, so she said hesitantly, "Actually, I should treat you to a meal when you return to the country. It's just that my boyfriend is on a business trip."

Ji Junpei did not take these words to heart. He and Song Yuan also had mutual friends. Although Song Yuan's WeChat moments before were suspicious, he also knew that she did not have a boyfriend.

"It's okay. I don't plan to leave. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Today, I'll treat you to a meal." Ji Junpei smiled. "You're already thinking about hotpot when you're abroad."

Since he had already said so, Song Yuan also felt that it was not polite to refuse, so she agreed. There were many restaurants near the company. The two of them went to a hotpot restaurant nearby. Song Yuan was a little absent-minded, still thinking about the child at home. Ji Junpei said that he had something to ask her, but it was just a pretense. The two of them were well aware of this.

The two of them chatted about trivial things. Ji Junpei was not a fool. When Song Yuan found the excuse that she had a boyfriend, he would not formally confess to her at this juncture.

He also had his pride. He came from an ordinary family, and he inadvertently found out that Song Yuan's family was very rich. At that time, someone deliberately said some unpleasant things in front of him. He suppressed his anger and wanted to wait until he had some achievements before confessing to Song Yuan. He also wanted to prove that he was not the kind of man who wanted to find a rich girlfriend and work hard for 20 years less.

During the few years he was abroad, besides studying, he also worked hard to find projects to earn money. Now that he finally had some achievements, he dared to confess his feelings.

"Senior, after some time, when my boyfriend comes back from his business trip, we'll treat you to a meal again." Song Yuan said politely as the two of them came out of the hotpot restaurant.

Ji Junpei put his hands in his pockets and said casually, "I'm fine with anything. Yuanyuan, it's getting late. Let me send you back. "

Song Yuan, of course, would not let him send her back.

This meal could still be considered a gathering of former schoolmates and friends. If she asked him to send her home, then the mood would change.

She did not care whether her boyfriend was real or not. If she really did have a boyfriend, would she let a man who had an ambiguous relationship with her send her home? No matter how she thought about it, it was not appropriate!

Ji Junpei did not force her. He watched her leave and walked to the nearby bus stop.

Song Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. As she got closer and closer to the bus stop, she saw Yung Heng at the bus stop when she was only a few meters away.

Seeing the handsome white-haired man whom she had met a few times, Song Yuan quickened her pace and walked to his side. She took the initiative to greet him. "Hi!"

Yung Heng seemed to have just noticed her. He had a surprised expression on his face. "Are you working overtime again today?"

Song Yuan felt that she was really fated to meet this handsome white-haired man. During this period of working days, they seemed to have met every day. Why had they not met before?

"I didn't work overtime today. I had a meal with a friend. What about you? Why aren't you home yet? " They had met a few times and had taken the bus together a few times. This had made them familiar with each other. Even if they did not know each other's names, they could chat freely like friends.

"Something came up at the last minute today. I had a meal with a client." Yung Heng shrugged helplessly. "Clients are very difficult to deal with."

Song Yuan saw him complain about the client and felt very sympathetic. "Yes, clients are really difficult to deal with these days. I used to work for a client. For a period of time, he called me every night at eleven or twelve o 'clock and asked me to reply to his emails. All of them were like bosses. "

Yung Heng was amused by her words. He smiled faintly. "Then you've worked hard."

Just as Song Yuan was about to continue complaining about the client, a man's voice sounded from behind. "Yuanyuan!"

She turned around. Ji Junpei had caught up with her. He jogged in front of her and handed her the paper bag. He smiled and said, "I forgot to give this to you just now. This is a gift I brought for you. I didn't know what you liked, so I bought some cosmetics for you. I also brought a bottle of perfume for Auntie. Please pass it to Auntie. "

Ji Junpei was very thoughtful. Not only did he bring a gift for Song Yuan, but he also brought a gift for Song Yuan's mother.

Before Song Yuan could refuse, Ji Junpei said, "Don't refuse. With our friendship, it's only right that I bring you a gift. I also brought a gift for Xie Ya."

"… Okay, thank you." Song Yuan took the paper bag and placed it in the cardboard box.

Ji Junpei was not a pestering person. Even if he was, he would not show it. "Yuanyuan then. Goodbye. Let's meet again next time."

"Okay, goodbye." Song Yuan smiled at him.

When he was about to leave, he noticed Yung Heng standing next to him. He could not help but be stunned when he saw the other party's outstanding facial features, temperament, and conspicuous white hair.

Of course, what surprised him the most was that the other party seemed to be sizing him up.

That gaze was very uncomfortable. It was as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. He felt a chill all over his body. When he looked carefully, the other party smiled at him politely.

But he was very sure that the chill he felt on his back was not an illusion.

Did they know each other? Did they have a conflict?

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