Rong Zheng opened a pair of eyes full of doubts and looked at Zhou Ling, obviously asking Zhou Ling why he apologized to Song Xingyan.

Zhou Ling received Rong Zheng's gaze, but did not respond, but picked up the phone, canceled the speaker, and continued to chat with Song Xingyan.

Rong Zheng saw that she didn't plan to explain, and was about to ask, but saw Zhou Ling make a mouth shape, so the mouth that had just opened was immediately closed.

Zhou Ling stood up with his mobile phone, and set a time for Song Xingyan to meet Zhao Xiaoxiao, and then suddenly said, "Mr. Song, I'll come back to work tomorrow." ”

As soon as he finished determining the time with Zhou Ling, Song Xingyan didn't expect Zhou Ling to suddenly say this, and when he froze, he first glanced at his phone in disbelief, and then asked in a low voice: "Really......? Have you thought about it?"

He persuaded so much before, but he didn't see Zhou Ling listening, why did he suddenly ......

Zhou Ling chuckled lightly and said, "After thinking about it, the benefits of Sunshine Radio are so good, I am naturally reluctant." ”

Speaking of which, compared to the radio station she had been on for eight years before, Sunshine Radio gave her many precious responses. Although she didn't stay there for long, she learned a lot there.

Moreover, with a good boss like Song Xingyan, it may be difficult for her to meet the second one.

"That's good, that's good. Song Xingyan sighed twice in a row, and then said, "Come back tomorrow, it's still the previous department, you don't have to worry about Bai Xiao's side......"

Song Xingyan also heard that Zhou Ling was asked to go to her plate by the new Bai Xiao after Zhou Ling submitted his resignation, and the person who agreed to this transfer was the deputy minister of the Ministry of Human Resources.

Zhou Ling was a little inexplicable when he heard Song Xingyan's words, but he didn't say anything else, but responded.

She and Song Xingyan didn't talk for long, and after determining the time and place and telling Song Xingyan that she was willing to go back to work, she hung up directly without saying a few words.

And the people who were shocked that Zhou Ling was going back to work were obviously not only Song Xingyan, but also Rong Zheng, who was staying in the same room with her.

As soon as he saw Zhou Ling hang up the phone, Rong Zheng immediately came over, "Why do you want to go back?"

His question was a little resentful, and it was obvious that his emotions were expressed. Zhou Ling heard his slightly resentful tone, but he didn't panic at all, but said slowly: "This is the result of my careful consideration. ”

She didn't hear any reproach from Rong Zheng's words, but smelled a few inexplicable vinegar smells, and couldn't help but feel funny. Just now, Song Xingyan had already explained that he had let go of her, why did Rong Zheng still care about this?

"Do you really want to go back?" After listening to Zhou Ling's words, Rong Zheng didn't make a fuss, but looked at Zhou Ling with a pair of eyes with inquiries and without blinking for a moment.

"Yes, I love it. Zhou Ling nodded, her tone was also extremely firm, her love for the radio came from her character, and also from her eight years of getting along with the radio.

Two days ago, she also thought about changing to another career, and the idea of changing another career was still very firm in her heart, almost covering up her love for this job, but the previous "firmness" disappeared after realizing that this job was not "hindered" before.

Before, she had an indestructible obstacle to this job, and now that that obstacle is gone, how can she not be impressed.

"Okay. Rong Zheng obviously agreed a little reluctantly, but he still agreed without much hesitation.

He knew that Zhou Ling liked the job of the radio station, even if what Zhou Ling was doing now was not much different from that of ordinary newspaper reporters, he could also feel Zhou Ling's love for her profession.

He didn't want to deprive Zhou Ling of his hobby, just as Zhou Ling didn't want to deprive him of the right to paint.

Zhou Ling stretched out his hand and touched Rong Zheng's cheek, his fingers couldn't help but linger on his mesmerizing face, and then said softly: "You are so good......"

Rong Zheng's compromise at this time made her unable to help but be moved.

Rong Zheng heard Zhou Ling say this, but he avoided Zhou Ling's eyes slightly awkwardly, and suddenly said, "Are you hungry?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that this was not the time to eat, and they had just had lunch before they went out to see Zhao Xiaoxiao and Bai Xiao.

Zhou Ling smiled, but said softly: "I'm really a little hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Since she said that she would go back to work tomorrow, then today will be the last day she can fall at home, since it is degenerate, what is the matter with eating more?

"I can ......" Rong Zheng saw the smile on the corner of Zhou Ling's mouth and immediately said. He wasn't really hungry, but since he asked the words first, he naturally wouldn't fail to give himself a step.

Zhou Ling shook his head and said, "Why don't you go to the kitchen together?" She could see that Rong Zheng was not very hungry, and she was naturally not hungry, but she wanted to tease Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng is really a source of fun for her.

"Good ......"

Rong Zheng said, and went to the other end of the kitchen, Zhou Ling saw that he was walking in such a hurry, as if he was running away again, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Okay, you go to the study to paint, I'll watch you for a while, it's still early for dinner, let's come back and eat together." Zhou Ling said as he dragged Rong Zheng towards the study.

Only then did Rong Zheng realize that Zhou Ling was following his words and teasing him before, so he followed Zhou Ling into the study. After entering the study, he really began to draw very obediently.

Zhou Ling sat on the side, as she said, quietly watching Rong Zheng paint. She hadn't been so calm for a long time to watch Rong Zheng draw, and now she sat next to Rong Zheng, watching Rong Zheng take the pen and draw on the paper one by one, only to feel that her thoughts had returned to before.

When she saw Rong Zheng painting for the first time, she didn't have a relationship with Rong Zheng, and she didn't even think that she would be with Rong Zheng.

After all, there was not a little estrangement between Rong Zheng and her at that time, and to exaggerate it, the two could even be regarded as not the same world at all.

The time to paint always flies quickly, Rong Zheng likes to paint, so he feels that time is fleeting, and Zhou Ling enjoys watching Rong Zheng paint, and he also feels that time is extremely fast.

"What are you thinking?" Rong Zheng's voice sounded in Zhou Ling's ears, he had already finished painting the picture he had just started, and saw Zhou Ling staring at his painting in a daze, so he asked in a low voice.

Zhou Ling suddenly came back to her senses, only to find that she was fascinated by watching Rong Zheng draw.

"When you're serious about drawing, it's so fascinating. Zhou Ling almost blurted out, and at the end, his face was red.