On the way back with the silk handkerchief, Zhou Ling kept thinking of finding a reason to meet Song Xingyan and send the silk handkerchief out by the way.

There were too many people in the office, and she didn't want to send Si Pa out in front of so many people.

Because she didn't want to have too much to do with Song Xingyan, and she didn't want others to mistakenly think that she had another relationship with Song Xingyan.

Rumors were the scariest thing, and she had experienced them once.

Now she just wants to work hard, and she doesn't want to be involved with other irrelevant people except work.

Zhou Ling's heart turned a thousand times, picked up his mobile phone and found Song Xingyan's number in the address book.

Mr. Song, thank you for speaking for me yesterday. I bought a gift for you, I don't know if it's convenient for you?

edited a text message on his mobile phone, Zhou Ling looked at it, felt that something was slightly wrong, and deleted it and re-edited it.

Mr. Song, I have washed your handkerchief. Do you have time now? I'll send the handkerchief over.

Click Send to send the text message.

Zhou Ling was a little apprehensive in his heart, what if Song Xingyan refused?

Then should the silk scarf she bought be given to him in the office?

When Zhou Ling was thinking about the mess, he remembered the new text message prompt sound in his ears,

When I opened it, it was Song Xingyan who sent it.

Okay, half past nine, at the gate of the community, I'll wait for you.

Zhou Ling breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the time on his phone, it was exactly nine o'clock.

The entrance of the community that Song Xingyan said should be the place in the morning.

Zhou Ling calculated the time and hurriedly called a taxi to rush over.

In the car, she also made a phone call to tell Rong Zheng that she had something to do and asked him to eat first.

At nine twenty o'clock, Zhou Ling arrived at the gate of Song Xingyan's community.

There were still ten minutes before the agreed time, and Zhou Ling didn't dare to shake around. She stood in a more conspicuous place in the community, so that Song Xingyan could see her as soon as she came out.

At this time, it was completely dark, but the street lights at the entrance of the community still made this side as bright as day.

Zhou Ling leaned on a telephone pole and played with his mobile phone boredly, going into the community from time to time to see if anyone came out.

Song Xingyan came out of the house and saw this scene not far away, she was leaning on a telephone pole, her hair was shawled, and her red skirt outlined the woman's beautiful figure.

She kept her head down, not knowing what she was looking at. Just like the side face I saw in the morning, it was now gilded with a layer of dim warm light by the street lamp overhead.

The white skin is like a warm jade, and it will break when you poke it.

Beautiful, like an untouchable environment.

Song Xingyan stood in place, and for some reason didn't want to take another step.

Zhou Ling suddenly turned his head and happened to see Song Xingyan not far away.

She smiled and trotted all the way over,

Song Xingyan simply waited for her in place, and waited for her to pant in front of her before he smiled and said, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Zhou Ling's face was slightly embarrassed, and he looked apologetic, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, the second handkerchief you gave me was accidentally broken by me." I was going to buy another one exactly like it for you, but I didn't expect this one to be two. ”

She lowered her eyes slightly, her hair hanging down to cover her slender neck.

Zhou Ling handed him the handkerchief he bought and explained: "This is a handkerchief that I bought, I hope you don't mind." ”

She also felt embarrassed when she talked about this, people kindly borrowed their handkerchiefs, but they were ruined because Rong Zheng was jealous.

is still such a precious handkerchief, when Zhou Ling thinks about it, he doesn't dare to look directly into Song Xingyan's eyes.

Song Xingyan looked at the silk handkerchief handed over, and was slightly surprised when he saw the familiar name of the store on the bag.

But seeing Zhou Ling's humble appearance that he didn't dare to look at him directly, he only felt a little funny.

There was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't take the handkerchief, just looked at Zhou Ling quietly.

"Why don't you look at me, don't you want to see me?" Song Xingyan teased.

"No, I'm sorry to have broken such a precious handkerchief. ”

Zhou Ling was nervous, thinking that if this reparation could not satisfy him, he would take the initiative to add some compensation.

"Even the most precious handkerchief is a dead thing. Song Xingyan took the handkerchief under Zhou Ling's expectant gaze.

Seeing that she was still guilty, she comforted her.

"Thank you, I love it. ”

Song Xingyan opened it and glanced at it, and said with a smile.

"If Mr. Song likes it, then ...... If it's okay, I'll go first. ”

Zhou Ling always felt that Song Xingyan's gaze was too eye-catching, and there was an oppressive momentum.

When Song Xingyan didn't accept the gift just now, but kept staring at her, Zhou Ling only felt that his scalp was numb.

This feeling has never been like this, even in the face of her former boss Qiao Anya, who was reprimanded by the leader, she has never been so uncomfortable.

So after Song Xingyan accepted the gift, Zhou Ling wanted to leave quickly.

"Zhou Ling. ”

Song Xingyan looked at Zhou Ling's back as she almost fled in panic and stopped her.

"Huh?"

Zhou Ling turned his head and looked at Song Xingyan suspiciously.

"When you get off work, you don't need to call me Mr. Song. You can call me Xing Yan. ”

He had a smile on his handsome face, and although he was wearing black loungewear, he looked so elegant and noble.

Even he speaks with an unfathomable smile, which is beyond people's reach.

At that moment, Zhou Ling suddenly felt a little inferior in his heart.

Song Xingyan, such a person is the same kind of person as Zhao Xiaoxiao and Bai Xiao.

They can easily get what they worked so hard to get.

status, money, power, and a temperament that she can't learn no matter how she learns.

They are destined not to be people of the same world.

Xing Yan?

It's a nice name, but it's a pity that they can't be friends.

It also means that in front of Zhou Ling, he can only be Mr. Song forever.

The night hid each other's faces, and Song Xingyan didn't see the embarrassment and inferiority on Zhou Ling's face.

On the sofa, he took out the silk handkerchief sent by Zhou Ling.

The silk handkerchief is folded into a square, royal blue color, simple plaid pattern.

Song Xingyan's hand rubbed lightly on it, and he only felt unprecedentedly soft.

There was another handkerchief inside, the one he gave to Zhou Ling for the first time.

This handkerchief is also folded squarely, just below the novice handkerchief.

I don't know what came to mind, he happily hooked his red lips and made himself a cup of tea.

The dark green tea leaves seem to be reborn in the hot water, gradually stretching their leaves with the swirls in the cup.

A burst of fragrance immediately wafted out, which was his favorite Longjing tea fragrance.

His hands fiddled back and forth in the purple clay pot tea set on the table, and the last cup of tea was finished.

Song Xingyan took a sip, and the dense water vapor instantly blurred his lenses, and scenes seemed to appear in front of him.

The empty room filled with the fragrance of tea is not so lonely.