The second week after that day, Wen Ru saw Song Jun again.

When Song Jun came in, Wen Ru had to turn on the recording.

"Mr. Song, good afternoon. ”

"Miss Wen, good afternoon. ”

The assistant Pian Pian prepared coffee this time, and he came back from a pot from a neighbor, and thanks to Wen Ru's bad taste, the fat and lazy orange cat was also printed on the specially customized coffee cup in the consultation room.

Song Jun looked at the print for a while, and then took a sip of coffee.

Wen Ru observed that his complexion was good this time, at least, the dazzling blackness was no longer there now. Then he opened his mouth: "Mr. Song's complexion looks very good." ”

Song Jun put down the cup, but his hand did not leave the white porcelain cup, and his fingertips lingered on the orange cat for a while, Song Jun nodded, rarely with a smile.

He spoke, "I'm dreaming of her again." ”

Wen Ru raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then congratulations to Mr. Song." ”

Song Jun nodded, and his fingertips tapped on the orange cat again, "Moreover, this time is a little different." ”

His tone was a little uplifted, with imperceptible joy, and seduction, yes, he was provoking Wen Ru's curiosity.

Today's Song Jun is very gentle, and he talks more than before, Wen Ru is indeed a little curious, and follows his words, "What's the difference?"

"Since I went back that day, I realized that I could dream again. ”

The dream in Song Jun's mouth is naturally to dream of that girl again.

Wen Ru raised her eyebrows, and the tip of the pen subconsciously clicked on the paper.

Song Jun's voice was still cold, and his tone could not hide his joy, "Moreover, I can communicate with her." ”

"Communication?" Wen Ru was surprised, her brows frowned slightly, and her tone was still gentle, "I know, so what will you communicate?"

After speaking, Wen Ru quickly added, "Can you tell me?"

Obviously, Wen Ru was very interested in Song Jun's dream, however, Wen Ru was not sure if Song Jun would be willing to share it.

"Of course," Song Jun didn't feel offended, but was very calm, "we will exchange some interests and preferences." But most of the time she was asking, and I answered. ”

Wen Ru made a note of it, curious, "Then what did you ask?"

Song Jun spoke: "She likes flying chess, likes reading, swinging, red dresses, and her dream is to raise a cat." I call her Dream. ”

Wen Ru added a preference label to the unknown girl on the paper, noticed Song Jun's last sentence, and after pausing with the tip of the pen in the unknown place, she said in confusion, "Well, didn't she tell you her name?"

"No, she said her name was 'Dream'. Song Jun shook his head and said seriously.

Strange name, Wen Ru was stunned, but she seriously wrote a dream in the name column.

The girl in the painting still does not depict her facial features, which is a little weird.

Wen Ru asked, "So can Mr. Song see her face clearly?"

"No," Song Jun shook his head, "I still can't see her face clearly." ”

Noticing Wen Ru's doubts, "It's not that she doesn't have facial features, but it's like a mist covering her appearance." ”

Wen Ru nodded, dreams blocking his search.

"But strangely, I don't feel scared in my dreams. Song Jun continued, and then looked at Wen Ru's hair that was exposed when he lowered his head as he took notes, "Even if I think about it now, I won't feel scared and disgusted, on the contrary,"

Wen Ru looked up, waiting for his words.

Song Jun frowned slightly, "I feel very familiar with her and very close. ”

"Close?" Wen Ru asked.

"Yes, it's like the kind of closeness that I've known for a long time. Song Jun nodded.

Wen Ru nodded, and asked again, "I remember that Mr. Song once said that there was no impression of her in reality, so what about now?"

"Still not impressed. Song Jun shook his head.

Wen Ru recorded, and after a while, asked Song Jun, "Then Mr. Song is going to hypnotize today?"

"No," he shook his head, then looked up at the clock, "It's time, Miss Wen." ”

Mr. Song set a time for himself, and each consultation did not exceed half an hour, even if he spent a lot of money on consultation, he was not urgent or forced.

Wen Ru rarely sees such customers, probably a common problem of rich people, well, idle.

But that face is really pleasing to the eye, and the work is easy and not troublesome.

It turned out that unconsciously, the two had been chatting for a long time.

Song Jun got up and said to Wen Ru, "Then Miss Wen, see you next time." ”

"See you next time, Mr. Song. Wen Ru turned off the recording, smiled and got up to send him out.

His assistant was already waiting outside the door, nodding at Wen Ru and Pianpian, and when Song Jun got into the car, he left.

Pian Pian came up after Song Jun went out, and was a little curious to ask Wen Ru about the young president's consultation.

Wen Ru was so amused that she tapped her forehead with her fingertips, "This one has asked for secrecy, what's the matter, your hands are itchy?"

Wen Ru said that her itchy hands naturally wanted to paint.

"That's right," Pian Pian grabbed her shoulder, "People who come here love to dream, and the dreams are different, so people are curious, Sister Wen Ru, what is the dream of the president?"

also knew that Song Jun had signed a confidentiality agreement, and Wen Ru would not reveal anything, so he guessed for himself: "It's like thinking about opening up territory all day long, and there is a battlefield of corpses and mountains of blood in your dreams? Or when you were a child, you will come to solve it when you have a shadow?" Or, well, if the president has a love brain, there will be a goddess in his dreams?"

Pian Pian guessed while peeking at Wen Ru's expression, wanting to use the half-baked psychology she had learned to see a little bit from Wen Ru's face.

Wen Ru's expression was the same, she only took the cup to the coffee machine and poured a cup of coffee, and when she lowered her head, the edge of the cup covered the smile on her lips, well, she guessed it this time, there is indeed a goddess.

The cold and steady young president, the girl in the dream who couldn't see her face clearly, poured a little more romantic words, Wen Ru thought about adding a sugar to the cup again, sure enough, it was still sweet and delicious.

Pian Pian pestered for a while, and when she saw that she really couldn't ask, she lost interest, poured a cup of coffee and turned back to the front desk to draw her picture.

Wen Ru walked back to the consultation room slowly, and saw the table where Song Jun was entertained, most of the coffee was drunk, leaving only a shallow bend, and the side with the orange cat was just facing Song Jun's position.

Chubby, naïve.

Wen Ru looked at the same orange cat on the cup in her hand again, and raised her eyebrows, "Is this considered a love house and a black house?" ”

Dream likes cats, so he likes cats a little more.

You must know that Song Jun's information does not have a hobby about cats, but he raised a small turtle, and the reason is that it is easy to feed.

Compared with the noble and arrogant cats, turtles are indeed much easier to raise.

Wen Ru herself also likes cats, but she is a lazy person, and she thinks that she can't take care of it, so she adopts the idea of raising a cat.

Wen Ru, the fat orange cat in the coffee shop, would occasionally go over to pet it, which was enough for her to satisfy her hunger.

"Sister Wen Ru, is that Assistant Fang?" asked Wen Ru, "Shall we go say hello?"

"How so?"

"Mr. Song?"

Wen Ru saw the gray-haired man on the street during the day, and she had doubts.

Wen Ru has never had the habit of giving up halfway.

Since Song Jun's three-month contract with her has not expired, there is still one month, and she also wants to improve her work.

For example, Song Jun's memory.

Song Jun's dream is that he lived in the city a year and a half ago, at the age of 23, working as a clerk.

"Do you know what she looks like?"