Chapter 33: 033

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The bus that Song Yuan was taking also arrived. She said goodbye to Ji Junpei and hurriedly got into the car. Rong Hong followed her and got on the car.

Ji Junpei stood on the bus platform, still thinking about the look of the white-haired man just now.

There weren't many people on the bus at this point. Song Yuan was sitting by the window, and Rong Hong was sitting next to her. He was like before, smiling and asking if she would mind if he sat here.

This man is really gentle and polite, and he certainly feels considerate in life.

After sitting firmly, Rong Hong looked out the window inadvertently, as if looking at Ji Junpei. The car was running smoothly. Rong Yun asked: "Who, is your boyfriend?"

When Song Yuan didn't know how to answer, Rong Hong said thoughtfully: "Sorry, I'm just a little curious, I didn't mean to ask anything."

"No, I just don't know what to say." Song Yuan placed the carton on her lap and looked at the paper bag in the carton. She was silent for a moment, and turned her head to smile at Rong Hong. "Not a boyfriend, I'm a child fucking. "

"Then your husband must be fine," Rong Hong said.

Song Yuan shook his head. "I'm not married yet."

This is the saddest thing. The child has it. He has no husband yet. No, let alone the husband. The boyfriend doesn't know where it is.

Think of tears for myself.

Her statement is very easy to mislead others. Someone must have heard that she was pregnant before she was unmarried. She is an unmarried single mother ... but she did not intend to correct the explanation. After all, she really counted it. That's right.

Rong Huan didn't change the color behind, and even said gently, "I think you will definitely be fine in the future."

Everyone likes to listen to good things, and Song Yuan is no exception. She laughed. "I also think so. Although my marriage is not very good, but I have children, my son is particularly good."

This is what the talented person would say. It is impossible to confess to Rong Ting to friends and acquaintances, which is mainly incredible.

Rong Ye smiled even more happily. "That was also taught by the elders."

Uh......

Song Yuan chatted for a while. Rong Ting was really good, but it wasn't what she taught. It should be her Majesty the "ex-husband" Emperor.

She has forgotten many things, and it is not easy to evaluate what Her Majesty is like, but as far as the child Rong Ting is currently showing, he does teach children very well, at least more than she does.

"Well, it was taught by his father." Song Yuan did not hesitate. "His father teaches children very well. If children grow up with me, they will not be as good as they are now."

Rong Hong smiled as if he was very happy, but he always smiled, and Song Yuan couldn't tell the difference. He only felt that this man was gentle and easy to get along with.

"What are you doing with the cardboard box?" Rong Hong asked her again. "Not heavy? Need help?"

"It's not heavy, it's all office supplies. I resigned, and brought back the cups and books that I brought to the company today." The computer or something was returned to the company, but she especially liked to put it on the desk. Those small decorations make her desk look messier than others.

Rong Hong was a little surprised, "Resigned? Why?"

Song Yuan often listened to Rong Ting's whispering remarks, but he didn't notice anything wrong when he heard that.

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