After the four-hour meeting, Rong Yi returned to the office.

The phone's battery is already fully charged.

He unplugged the charger, unlocked the screen, and clicked into WeChat to take a look.

Chen Aiqing did not reply.

It's strange, it's already seven o'clock in the evening, and it's impossible for someone like her who holds her mobile phone in her hand all day long not to look at WeChat.

After thinking about it, Rong Yi moved his fingers and sent a "? "In the past.

Putting down his phone, he walked over to his desk and sat down, and began to revise the program according to what was discussed in the meeting.

After about fifteen minutes, seeing that the mobile phone was still not moving, Rong Yi simply made a call.

He wanted to ask her if she would delay her creative progress if she was going on a business trip tomorrow and would not be in S City for several days.

The same result as the WeChat sent out, I was busy with the speaker for a long time, but no one answered.

Busy? Sleeping? Eating?

Even if she is really busy, sleeping, eating, she can't hear the ringtone of her mobile phone, right?

Even if you don't want to answer his phone and be so noisy, you should take the initiative to refuse to answer, so as not to let the ringtone keep ringing like this.

But there's no reason not to want to take it, they obviously talked about it well that day.

Rong Yi's heart thumped, and somehow, his thoughts drifted back to four years ago.

At that time, she was already his girlfriend.

But on that day, she was like now, sending, not replying, calling, calling, and not answering.

He went to her school, to the convenience store where she worked, and even to the places she usually goes, but he didn't see anyone.

In the end, he had no choice, he kept watch at the door of her house all night.

Fortunately, the next afternoon, he waited for her.

It's just that......

The "dripping" sound of unlocking the password door lock disturbed Rong Yi's thoughts.

Ding Zhiyang's head poked in from outside the door: "Rongrong, I won't work overtime at night, and I'm going to accompany my sister to the supermarket to buy things in a while." ”

Rong Yi tightened his grip on the phone and ignored him.

Seeing that he didn't react, Ding Zhiyang walked in, went to the desk, and knocked on the countertop: "Hey, Rongrong, talk to you." ”

Rong Yi raised his head and glanced at Ding Zhiyang lightly.

Without waiting for him to speak again, he reached out and closed his laptop, and grabbed the car keys as he stood up: "I have something to go first, you can keep an eye on it here." ”

Ding Zhiyang: "Damn, I asked you when I first had a meeting, you said that you would arrange the things at night!" ”

When he passed by, Rong Yi patted him on the shoulder: "That's right, so I arranged for you to deal with it." ”

Ding Zhiyang: "Dog, you pick words with me again, what should I do with my sister, I promised her ......"

Rong Yi walked to the door, paused, and said in a lazy tone: "Fang Qing is your sister, not your wife." ”

Ding Zhiyang, who was standing in place, was stunned for a few seconds: "Hey, hey, it seems like you have a wife, even if you have been in love with Chen Aiqing, but people are not your wife, let alone not a wife, as far as the current relationship is concerned, even a girlfriend is not ......"

Rong Yi turned around and raised the corners of his lips at him: "I don't have a wife now, but I have a son." ”

Ding Zhiyang's eyes widened: "Shouldn't it be when we broke up that year, Chen Aiqing was pregnant?" Grass, Rongrong, you are such a scumbag, four years, you let Chen Aiqing be a single mother for four years, you still have no humanity! ”

Rong Yi: "You have humanity, then the next time you see her, remember to call Mom." ”