Song Yuan's bus also arrived. She said goodbye to Ji Junpei and hurriedly got on the bus. Yung Heng followed behind her and got on the bus.
Ji Junpei stood at the bus stop, still thinking about the white-haired man's gaze.
There weren't many people on the bus at this time. Song Yuan sat by the window. Yung Heng took the opportunity to sit next to her. Just like before, he smiled and asked her if she minded him sitting here.
This person was really gentlemanly and polite. She felt that he must be very considerate in life.
After sitting down, Yung Heng inadvertently looked out of the window, as if looking at Ji Junpei. The bus drove steadily. Yung Heng asked, "Is that your boyfriend?"
Just as Song Yuan didn't know how to answer, Yung Heng said considerately, "Sorry, I was just a little curious. I didn't mean to ask about anything."
"No, I just didn't know how to say it." Song Yuan put the box on her lap. Looking at the paper bag in the box, she was silent for a moment. Then she turned her head and smiled at Yung Heng. "He's not my boyfriend anymore. I'm a mother."
"Then your husband must be very good," Yung Heng said.
Song Yuan shook her head. "I'm not married yet."
This was the saddest thing. She had a child, but she didn't have a husband. No, not to mention a husband, she didn't even know where her boyfriend was.
Just thinking about it made her want to cry for herself.
Her words could easily mislead others. If others heard it, they would definitely think that she was pregnant before marriage and was an unmarried single mother … However, she didn't intend to correct or explain. After all, if they really wanted to think about it, what she said was right.
Yung Heng's expression didn't change after hearing it. He even said gently, "I think you'll have a good life in the future."
Everyone liked to hear good words, and Song Yuan was no exception. She laughed and said, "I think so too. Although I'm not fated for marriage, I'm fated for children. My son is very good, very good."
She would only say this to strangers. She couldn't tell her friends or acquaintances about Rong Ting, mainly because it was too unbelievable.
Yung Heng smiled even more happily. "That's because the elders taught me well."
Uh …
Song Yuan was stunned for a moment. Rong Ting was indeed very good, but it wasn't taught by her. It should have been taught by her "ex-husband," His Majesty the Emperor.
She had forgotten many things, and it was not good for her to comment on what kind of person the Emperor was. However, based on the current performance of Rong Ting, he was indeed very good at teaching children, at least better than she was at teaching children.
"Yes, his father taught him." Song Yuan didn't hide it. "His father is very good at teaching children. If the child grew up with me, he definitely wouldn't be as good as he is now."
Yung Heng chuckled as if he was very happy. However, he always had a smile on his face, and Song Yuan couldn't tell. She only felt that this person had a gentle temperament and was very easy to get along with.
"Why are you carrying the cardboard boxes?" Yung Heng asked her again, "Are they heavy? Do you need help? "
"They're not heavy. They're all office supplies. I've resigned. Today, I brought back all the cups and notebooks that I brought to the company. " She had to return the computers and other things to the company, but she especially liked to put those small ornaments on her desk, causing her desk to always look messier than other people's.
Yung Heng was a little surprised. "Resign? Why? "
Song Yuan often heard Rong Ting speak in a genteel manner. At this moment, when she heard Yung Heng say this, she didn't notice anything wrong.
"My household registration is in Beijing. My son will be going to school next year. Although it's also very good here, the medical and educational environment there is better." Song Yuan shrugged. "Everything is for the sake of the child, so I can only resign and take the child to Beijing."
When she was young, her parents had also planned for her to study in Beijing. However, both her father and mother's career focus was here. They were also worried about her being alone in Beijing.
"That's quite a coincidence." Yung Heng said, "I'm going back to Beijing after I'm done with my work. You're not familiar with the place there. If you need any help in the future, you can look for me." He paused. "We've met a few times, but I still don't know your name."
Song Yuan also realized that they had been chatting for a long time, but they didn't even know each other's surnames and names …
"Well, my name is Song Yuan. The Song from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. Yuan is the Yuan from the garden. What about you? " Song Yuan had always felt that her name was too ordinary. However, being ordinary had its advantages. It was easier to introduce herself.
"Me?" Yung Heng smiled. "My name is Xie Heng. The Xie is the Xie from gratitude. The Heng is …"
It seemed that he didn't know how to explain it so that she would understand. He simply reached out and wrote the word "Heng" on the foggy window.
He moved closer, and the distance between the two of them shortened.
Song Yuan smelled the strange smell on him again.
"This word is a bit familiar." Song Yuan thought for a moment and suddenly remembered. Didn't Gugu write on a piece of paper before? His Majesty the Emperor was called Yung Heng!
This word didn't seem to be common in life. At least, she didn't find any of her classmates with this word, so she had a deep impression of it.
Yung Heng's expression froze. The smile on his lips disappeared, and he asked her casually, "Is there anyone with this word?"
"Yes." Song Yuan nodded. "My son's father seems to have the word Heng in his name."
Seems like …
Her words were really strange, but Yung Heng didn't ask.
This topic was easily skipped. Because the two of them really hit it off, when Yung Heng said that he wanted to exchange his phone number, Song Yuan also happily exchanged contact information with him.
If he had asked her for her contact information a few days ago, she would definitely have thought that he had feelings for her. Now, she didn't think so. He already knew that she was the mother of his child. He probably also thought that she was an unmarried single mother. He definitely just wanted to make friends with her. Therefore, Song Yuan didn't feel burdened.
After knowing each other's names and exchanging phone numbers, they were no longer strangers but friends.
Before Song Yuan got out of the car, she rummaged through the cardboard box. Finally, she took out a cute Christmas mug and handed it to Yung Heng. "This is for you. You also gave me two apples last time. This mug is brand new. It was given by a supplier of our company. I think it looks pretty good, so I'll give it to you."
This mug was from the Christmas series. The body of the mug was red, and there was a three-dimensional cartoon Santa Claus at the bottom of the mug. It was very cute.
Yung Heng was stunned. He took the mug and said, "Thank you. I like it very much."
"It's good that you like it."
Song Yuan didn't like to owe others. Although he only gave her two apples, they weren't very familiar with each other. Now that she gave him a mug, she felt that they were even.
After she got out of the car and said goodbye to Yung Heng, she carried the cardboard box to the entrance of the community. Then, she realized that it was inappropriate to give him a mug.
It was indeed very inappropriate, especially now that many words were marketed by businesses with homophones.
At least when she was in high school, giving someone a mug was equivalent to giving them a lifetime. This was a very ambiguous gift. It was also very popular for couples to give mugs and scarves.
She stopped and then shook her head. Don't think too much. She felt that with Mr. Xie's good manners, he wouldn't think too much and wouldn't misunderstand her.
It was just an ordinary mug. She gave it to him casually.
Yung Heng stood at the bus stop. He looked at the mug in his hand and smiled.
He suddenly remembered something. It was his birthday. It should have been very lively, but he didn't have the mood to socialize that day, so he sneaked out of the palace to find her. She wasn't good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but the general's wife was determined to cultivate her into a noble lady. She hired someone to teach her these things. She was sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, playing the zither. She looked like she was going through the most painful thing in the world.
When she saw him, she was very happy. She even asked him to make a painting for her. This way, she could report to her superiors.
She was not only not good at painting, but the things she drew were not beautiful at all. However, when he looked at them carefully, he could see that they were charmingly naive. After a long time, he also liked them.
Seeing that she was so pitiful, he could only reluctantly help her "cheat." Of course, he didn't dare to show one-tenth of his true skills. He was afraid that the general's wife would be suspicious.
When she heard that it was his birthday, she gave him a mug. The mug was not beautiful at all. On the mug was her masterpiece. It was a … bear. It was said to be a bear.
She said that she made the mug herself.
He looked like he didn't like it, but he still accepted it. When he returned to the palace, he hid it in his bookcase. He didn't want to show it to others. A few days later, he went to look for his good friend. When he came to his good friend's study, he found that there was also a naive mug on his desk. He became suspicious and asked his good friend what was with the mug.
His good friend laughed heartily. He loved the mug so much that he couldn't put it down. "Yuanyuan had nothing to do, so she went to make a set of mug. My parents also received them."
So everyone had one?
His face turned cold at that time. When he returned to the palace, he almost smashed the mug. Later, he thought about it. It was a person who made a mistake, not an object. Why should he implicate others?
Now, it seemed that she had really forgotten the past. That was why she could be so heartless as to give him a mug.
It was good that she had forgotten. He hadn't seen her so happy in a long time.
Yung Heng sighed.
When he returned to the hotel, Sun Qiming was already waiting for him. The suite was very quiet. He was also muttering in his heart. He didn't know why the boss was looking for him.
Yung Heng sat in front of his desk. He liked to read very much. It had been a few months since he came here. Fortunately, he remembered what she said to him in the past. That was why he could accept the current situation so quickly. However, it was still not enough. The Xie family's internal affairs were not peaceful. Although it was not as dangerous and full of traps as the palace, he could not let his guard down. Before he completely understood this era, he had to continue pretending to be mute.
It was good to be mute. The more you spoke, the more mistakes you made. The less you spoke, the less mistakes you made. If you didn't speak, you wouldn't make mistakes.
Thinking of the person he saw at the bus stop today and the way he looked at her, Yung Heng flipped a page of the book. He didn't even lift his eyelids and said in a low voice, "Investigate someone in the next few days."
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