"Ayan."

When Song Yanheng walked behind Tang Yici, he heard her whispering to him. This title is very long lost for Song Yanheng. Tang Yici once walked on his left side with his arm, shouting these two words in his ear over and over again in a sweet voice. The happiness and sweetness are brighter than the sun.

Song Yanheng stopped and waited for Tang Yici to speak.

"Is it because of you that the company suddenly arranged an event for me to leave?"

Tang Yici knows Song Yanheng's background, she is a small actor, and in the hands of Song Yanheng's identity, she is just a small role that she can handle.

Song Yanheng replied calmly: "If you stay here, I'm afraid it will become a trouble." ”

"Are you afraid that I will become a problem for Song Chu Chu because I targeted her as soon as I met? But I didn't do anything to her. Tang Yici looked back at Song Yanheng with tears in his eyes and grievances.

Song Yanheng didn't say a word, opened the door of the private room and walked out.

Song Yanheng has known since she was a child that if a person wants to go for a long time, he can't wait for the threat to be solved, but eliminate her when the threat is still in its infancy. Tang Yici was angry at the beginning, and he could still hold a grudge against the beginning of the Song Dynasty three years later. Now that she sees that Song Chu is still in close contact with him, she may not do anything.

Regardless of whether Tang Yici did anything to hurt Song Chuchu, as long as she had that thought, Song Yanheng couldn't let her stay here.

The private room was unusually quiet, Tang Yici sat at the table, his body trembling slightly. The sound of water droplets falling into the glass is particularly clear.

Walking here, this relationship is really over.

Song Chu, who had been spending the whole day at leisure, entered the exam week at the beginning of the year, and he still had a cup of coffee to do the questions at ten o'clock. There is a soothing piano music in the room, and it is not monotonous. Song Chu was so serious that he didn't even know that there was anyone in the house.

Song Yanheng stood behind Song Chu, watching Song Chu be silent for a long time, and the pen in her hand was put in her mouth and bit out tooth marks with her sharp teeth. glanced at the last question that made Song Chu put down his pen, not to mention that it was really a bit difficult: "This case can't be solved by rights disputes, you try to use infringement." ”

Song Chuchu was so frightened that his body trembled, and the "ah" body turned around, and there was a dark shadow. Looking up again, it was Song Yanheng who was smiling.

Song Chu breathed a sigh of relief at the beginning of the year: "You scared me to death." After speaking, he turned around and thought about it according to what Song Yanheng said. Take out a pair of answers, and sure enough, they are correct.

Song Yanheng was already gone, but the kitchen was lit up. Song Chu walked towards the kitchen: "What are you doing at my house so late?" ”

Song Yanheng was taking the plate, planning to put the dim sum he brought. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there were more dishes than those in the teahouse, and the workmanship was more exquisite. As soon as the dim sum is put in, it is like a food exhibition.

Song Yanheng put the plate in the tray and put it outside, and said to Song Chu: "I didn't eat in the afternoon, I bought some snacks for fear that I won't be able to finish them, so I will come to eat with you." ”

"You can't just think about making money, you still have to eat normally," Song Chu walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, "You bought the dim sum from the tea restaurant downstairs in your company, right?" It's best with Japanese brown rice tea. Wait a minute, I'll soak it soon. ”

The familiar concern in the tone made the already warm room even warmer.

Song Yanheng put things in place and watched Song Chu busy. Miss Song likes these dishes and bowls, especially after opening Xihe, these things at home are almost overwhelmed. After Sangyu and the others came to Song Chu's house once, they never went to Xihe again to drink tea and never go to Xihe.

The round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a pot of tea and a dozen snacks, soothing piano music, and the night scene of the city outside the window. Song Chu took a piece of silver chopsticks and squinted his eyes with satisfaction, like a cat napping in the sun with a full meal.

There was silence for a moment, except for the sound of cups and saucers clashing. Although there was no verbal communication, there was no trace of embarrassment, as if the silence had been agreed upon a long time ago. Full of tacit understanding.

Song ate a piece at the beginning of the year, drank a few cups of tea, put the chopsticks and said to Song Yanheng: "Okay, I'll eat it, after you finish eating, clean it up, I'll go to sleep." With that, he went to the bedroom.

"When will you be more diligent at the beginning of the Song Dynasty?" The little girl's family got up and left after eating and drinking all day long, and it was better to have an aunt in the Song family, and she even asked the guests to wash the dishes in her own house.

"Maybe, next life." Song Chu smiled and left without looking back.

Song Yanheng put away all the cups and saucers, turned off the piano music and extinguished the chandelier, leaving only a floor lamp. As soon as Qiē was cleaned up, he was about to leave, when Song Chu's mobile phone on the sofa rang.

The bedroom door was closed, and Song Yanheng picked up his mobile phone and didn't disturb Song Chu. A dim screen shows a string of numbers that are not saved. He connected, and before he could speak, a drunken gnashing of teeth came from the opposite side: "At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, I will definitely not let you have a good time." ”

Song Yanheng smiled faintly: "You can try." With that, he hung up the phone, put the phone back in its original position, picked up his coat and left.

The Song family's struggle kills people without seeing blood, and Song Yanheng doesn't want to create customers for the mental hospital in the east of the city.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and Song Yunmao and Zhao Zhilin can't spend the New Year at home every year because of their work. When it comes to the Spring Festival, the Song family is even more deserted than usual. Song Yanheng still worked overtime on the Spring Festival, and Song went back to her father's ancestral house to meet those relatives at the beginning of the year.

A few days before Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhao Zhilin called Song Chu before a business trip, and her voice was as gentle as winding silk: "At the beginning of the year, Chinese New Year's Eve, I and your Uncle Song are not at home, I wrapped a lot of dumplings and put them in the refrigerator, you can go back to Song's house for a few days on Chinese New Year's Eve." Your brother even worked overtime during the Spring Festival, and when you returned to Song's house, he also felt a New Year's flavor when he saw you during the New Year. Why don't you go back to your grandmother this year, go shopping with your brother, and don't be more deserted than usual during the Chinese New Year. ”

Song Chu waited for her to finish, and hung up the phone without answering a word. Song Chu grew up in her grandmother's house since she was a child, and if she doesn't go back there during the Chinese New Year, where will she go?

Zhao Zhilin was hung up by Song Chuchu, looked at the word "Nian Nian" on the phone, and was silent for a long time. Her daughter, she can't hear her say a bad word over there, and every time she listens to it, she must not have a good face for her. Although Zhao Zhilin felt aggrieved, after all, she was her own daughter, and she had no choice at all.

Zhao Zhilin called Song Yanheng again, and Song Yanheng's voice on the phone was polite.

Zhao Zhilin is actually quite lucky, Song Yanheng, his stepson, has a very high level of prime, and his heart is also good.