After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

10 minutes.

Cheng Xuran: [? 】

Song Yanqing frowned: [? 】

[Are your hands slippery? 】

I don't blame Cheng Xuran for being weird, but Song Yanqing is indeed a person who doesn't like others' friends.

Because he didn't even look at it, and only when he thought about it did he start to think about his own deserted grassland.

Song Yanqing: [No, congratulations. 】

Cheng Xuran was at a loss: [Ah? 】

She reacted conditionedly and mumbled: "Thank you." 】

The other party did not return.

It is estimated that neither of them knew what they were talking about.

Song Yanqing swiped the screen and saw two unread messages from a little boy named T.

[Brother, I sent paper-cuttings to you and dad. They were made in our handicraft class]

[Is Dad still drinking recently?Don’t always drink with him, drinking is bad for your health]

Seriously, who is the grown-up?

Song Yanqing put out his cigarette, his eyebrows softened a little, and he replied: "Okay."

This person Wu Shaoyang...

Hold.

Song Yanqing walked back, frowning deeply, and happened to see the external office area through the transparent door——

"Does my sister have a good relationship with her high school classmates? I can't even remember some of their names." Fu Shihuai complained to Cheng Xuran.

"Most still remember, there's a connection."

Fu Shihuai held up his chin, "Are they all married?" "A few, aren't late marriages popular nowadays?" Cheng Xuran said with a smile.

"Oh." Cheng Xuran finished filming the last scene and Fu Shihuai went home with her. He said he was on his way, but Cheng Xuran still doesn't know where he lives.

When I got home, the landlady kindly brought me supper. The landlady often brought food, but it was hard to refuse her kindness. She asked her if she wanted to go out for a meal together. Cheng Xuran was too tired and didn't want to move a finger, so she thought of a reason to refuse. , the other party didn’t ask again.

**
The clouds rolled, revealing a ray of white light.

The mobile phone buzzed with messages.

Duan Yunming's message rang all the way. Xia Yang was driving and didn't dare to look.

Duan Yunming has been involved in various cp scandals recently, building momentum for his future, but this momentum has been built, but it is a pity that at the critical moment——

The routes in the old city are intricate, like wires circling low in the sky, cutting the leaden sky into fragments, like transparent glass broken by people, reflecting the human world.

Finally arriving at the destination on the navigation system, Xia Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Boss, we're here."

"Driving a car scares you like this." The voice from behind was calm.

"Then don't keep staring at me and driving." Xia Yang argued in a low voice.

"How did you get your driver's license?"

This was the first thing Song Yanqing said when he saw her driving. It was also the first time the two met.

That day, Xia Yang passed the re-examination of Bofeng Technology and entered the final interview. She was so proud that it was easy to be extremely happy and sad. So on the way to Bofeng Technology, she unfortunately ran into a Rolls-Royce with a license plate.

At that time, I felt very cold. Later, when I saw Song Yanqing at the interview, my heart became even colder. It was snowing in February and I ended the interview with a BGM. Thank you!

"Thinking too much." Song Yanqing yawned, her eyes were hazy and cold, leaning against the back seat, with an earphone crookedly plugged into one of her left ears. The black earphone cord hung down. She moved her shoulders and tilted her head to look. Looking out the window, "I fell asleep halfway."

"Aren't you afraid of car crashes and fatalities?!!"

"My life is hard."

Xia Yang was speechless!

It's not like she has never worked before. A few years before she was with Duan Yunming, she worked in a foreign company and received a very high salary.