Song Qingyuan's time with her was happy, she didn't know how much he loved her, but she could feel Song Qingyuan's love for herself, the kind of deep love that came out of her bones.

It is definitely not a superficial feeling, but a feeling that comes from the heart and is unwilling to let go.

When the two of them got home, Song Qingyuan took a hot bath, the water droplets on his hair had not been wiped clean, he walked out with a bath towel around his waist, his mobile phone vibrated on the table, Ding Meng was making a work plan, and urged him to come out to answer the phone.

Song Qingyuan connected the phone, and several supervisors at the construction site called, because of the urban renovation project, the excavator dug up the cable, which involved the company's compensation, and I didn't know how to solve it, so I couldn't call Song Qingyuan, hoping that he could find someone to help.

He listened to all the ins and outs, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, if it was before, he would not have listened to the other party and hung up, after all, this is not the direction he is responsible for, he is only responsible for the design, as for the rest, he will not help at all, itself, where his design drawings are not marked, they will cause various problems if they forcibly construct, and the people in the engineering department do not work according to the drawings, and they should be responsible for the problems.

But this time, there is a reason for it, he knows very well where this road should be moved and where it should not be moved, and he does not dare to dig casually under the expression on the drawing, Song Qingyuan specially found someone to do the survey and measurement, because it involves the problem of subway construction, the cables below are intricate, and the cables will be cut if they are a little careless.

Anyway, tonight, he shouldn't be able to sleep.

He hung up the phone, and then called other friends, telling about today's events, and kept calling the relevant person in charge all night.

Some of them had already rested, and they were a little impatient when they received the call, but when they heard Song Qingyuan's voice, they all gave face and solved it for him.

He was busy until late at night, he looked at the clock, and then at the bedroom, the wall lamp was still on, Ding Meng had not slept yet, and he was probably also busy working.

He put down his phone, returned to the bedroom, and saw Ding Meng doing design.

Raised eyebrows slightly, "Your design?"

Ding Meng shook his head, "No, recently, we have an old couple who have just returned from abroad and want us to help design a villa." She looked up, "I'm okay when I'm idle, thinking about picking up the design from scratch." ”

He looked down and looked at the design drawings carefully, the design drawings were very simple, and it could be seen that she was basically still almost, after all, she hadn't touched these for so many years, and many details had been forgotten.

However, Ding Meng belongs to the kind of person who never forgets, and he has seen her skills.

Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him, "Didn't you also do interior design before?"

He was stunned, did this mean to let him help?

Ding Meng hurriedly got up and put the computer in front of him, "You do it again, I'll take a look and reminisce." ”

She said very lightly, after all, it is her own man, if she changes to other designers with a row, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars in design fees, and a shot like Song Qingyuan will cost millions of dollars, how can you design it casually.

Song Qingyuan spoke, "Don't sleep?"

She glanced at the time, "It's still early, let's do a little first." She pointed to the bedroom, "If this is rendered here, what angle should be used for this lighting?" ”

He was helpless, took the wireless mouse, tapped his fingers lightly on the keyboard, held the mouse with one hand and cooperated with the buttons, and soon, the rendering color of a wall had been formed, and Ding Meng's admiring gaze instantly shifted from the screen to Song Qingyuan's face, he used these software so smoothly, whether it was rendering or drawing, he was born for these.

It can be imagined that he has used these software countless times, Ding Meng still remembers that when Yuan Ming was doing design back then, he stayed up all night in order to use a rendering to modify the finished product, this kind of persistence, this kind of effort, must have been accumulated bit by bit in Song Qingyuan.

Ding Meng took the notebook, pressed the keyboard quickly with her fingers, and held the mouse in her other hand to quickly cooperate with the drawing, which was not inferior to Song Qingyuan's speed at all, she had been learning things very quickly, but she hadn't touched them for a long time, and some of them were unfamiliar.

Song Qingyuan leaned on her, watching her work with two eyes, after all, she drank some drinks today, although she chatted for a long time, and almost the strength of the wine had passed, but she was a little tired, and she was a little groggy to sleep when she leaned on her.

Ding Meng glanced back at him, "Sleepy?"

He nodded, "I've had a lot of work lately, and when I'm done, I'll take you to the beach to play." ”

She rarely goes to the beach, mainly because she thinks it's not interesting, there are many people on the beach in Qingdao, and there are a lot of people who come to sightseeing and traveling.

Ding Meng rubbed his face, "Actually, in the second year after I left Qingdao, when you went to the United States to participate in the design competition, I went to look for you. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and said slightly, "Why don't you meet me." ”

"I don't know what's wrong, I'm just watching you win the prize from afar. There was a slight bitterness at the corner of her mouth, "You were already very good at that time, I guess, you probably don't remember me." ”

During that time, she really wanted to meet him, and wanted to know what he was busy with, who he was with every day, and whether he was happy every day.

Ding Meng had a very hard year, she put all her energy on studying, she wanted to completely forget Song Qingyuan, but it was too difficult, she found that she couldn't forget it at all, she couldn't forget his every move, even every smile, until Yuan Ming's appearance made her feel inexplicably familiar, and even that smile was inexplicably similar.

At one time, she thought that she had fallen in love with Yuan Ming, but in fact she was just a replacement for Song Qingyuan, she knew very well that what she liked was Song Qingyuan, what she loved was Song Qingyuan, and with Yuan Ming, she just wanted to feel more of the same breath as Song Qingyuan.

Ding Meng put away his memories and looked at the man in front of him, "Later, you returned to China after the competition, and I haven't seen you since." ”

He opened his eyes, "Later, I was busy with work, so I could only take my annual leave to go abroad to see, hoping to get your news, and later someone said that I had seen you in Yunnan, and I even asked for leave to fly to Yunnan." ”

He sat up, "Over the years, there has not been a moment when I have been relaxed. He looked at her, "Don't disappear suddenly in the future, even if you really want to leave, tell me, tell me where you go, even if you really lose you, at least let me know where you are and how you are doing." ”