finally stayed up until the end of work, and the strange thing is that Miss Fan didn't run to the office to make a lot of noise during the period, probably she was also frightened by Song Wen's meanness today.

Song Wen, a good old man who was unknown and bullied in the eyes of everyone, broke out, although it was only for a woman, but it was definitely impressive.

No one bothered him in the afternoon, he finished a column before getting off work and sent it to Lin Haiyang's desk, as for whether Lin Haiyang can come back before typesetting, these are not within the scope of his consideration, he has already lost all his sharpness in the past two years, and his life and career are a pool of stagnant water with him.

When it was time to get off work, he nodded to his colleagues around him and walked out with his briefcase.

Someone sighed: "Editor Song is really amazing, he always steps on time to step on time, and staying in the office for a little longer will cost him his life." ”

The person next to him took a sip of tea, lit the table with a pen and said, "So he's just an editor now, not as clever as you and me, and can't compare with Editor-in-Chief Lin."

"Really, I don't have any enthusiasm for work, so how can I be promoted."

Of course, Song Wen can't hear the discussions behind these people, he is like this every day, and he is unwilling to suffer a little loss in the time he goes to and from work. He thinks that life is already so boring, and if you have to work overtime and do more work, isn't it even more boring and even hopeless?

At 5:35 p.m., Song Wen appeared at the intersection in front of the newspaper building on time and bought a chestnut cake from the cake shop next to him.

Probably today's distorted heart has been released a little, he suddenly wanted to buy something to go home, thinking about it, seeing the cake shop on the street, he remembered that when he and his wife first got married, Mrs. Song liked to eat this kind of chestnut cake very much, but over the years, the two of them have long since lost the sweetness they had at the beginning, and the life of husband and wife has also changed from tired of each other to avoiding because of the ties of the four children. Today, after getting a somewhat ethereal promise of revenge and venting his anger at Miss Fan, he felt relaxed, and he suddenly had the urge to celebrate with his wife.

The tram jingled, and Song Wen dodged the running newsboy, got on the bus with the oiled paper wrapped in the cake, and sat down. As soon as he sat down, there were many people coming up again, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he was lucky to have a seat today.

There were quite a few people coming up, and they gradually moved to the back. Song Wen was a little tired, holding the cake and closing his eyes and dozing.

In a daze, he smelled a faint scent of jasmine around him, and at his knees, someone was very close, the man's legs were hot, and the man's body couldn't stop shaking with the car, rubbing his knees, again and again.

The car shook suddenly, followed by a sudden brake, and the people standing screamed and rushed forward, and then shook backwards, and heard the driver in front of him shouting: "Little red guy, looking for death?" "It turned out that a couple of kids were almost hit while playing. At this time, a soft body leaned over, and Song Wen's nap was disturbed, and he was holding his stomach for breath, but when he opened his eyes, he swallowed the words on his lips. A delicate woman was getting up with her hands on his chest with her face flushed, the woman was wearing a cheongsam of Blue Yin Danshilin, her chest was just pressed on the oiled paper bag in his arms, and the elastic flesh was rubbing against his arm when it rose up, and the taste was very ecstatic.

Song Wen was still reminiscing, and the woman had already apologized with a red face: "I'm sorry, I pressed your things,"

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay."

Song Wen looked at the woman, got up unconsciously, and said, "You are thinner, you should sit, and I will stand." ”

The woman was about to excuse herself, and a fat woman next to her was about to squeeze over, Song Wen hurriedly said, "Sit down quickly, don't be occupied by others." ”

The woman sat down and thanked her. The fat girl glared at them, stopped, and muttered a word of Amulin. The woman smiled embarrassedly, her expression was particularly playful, and Song Wen's heart moved, as if a pair of tentacles were stretching out from a corner of her heart, swaying in the wind.

After she sat down, she saw Song Wen holding an oiled paper bag and carrying a briefcase, standing there a little reluctantly, so she said, "I'll help you get something."

Song Wen thought for a moment and handed her the oiled paper bag. The woman took it, smiled a little, and said, "Chestnut cake." ”

"Yes, I'm too ...... Love to eat this. For some reason, at this moment, Song Wen didn't want to mention his wife.

"I like to eat this too, and I've always bought it in the past, and we have similar tastes."

"There is fate, there is fate."

Song Wen nodded, his gaze wandering over the woman's face.

She can't say how beautiful she looks, at least not as beautiful as Miss Ye who helped people take revenge today, she looks generous and clean, like a primary school teacher, maybe a clerk, or a salesperson? No, it can't be a salesperson, she is dressed very plainly, not like a salesperson, those department store ladies, one by one grease and powder wearing silk cheongsam or satin dresses, where is the arrogance of this lady is gentle and generous.

Thinking like this, there was a look of approval in his eyes, and the woman saw it clearly, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

There was a lot of people in the tram, and soon, his leg was pressed to her knee.

The young lady was a little uneasy and stepped back, but she sat in her seat, where else could she retreat?

Their bodies were tightly pressed together by two or three layers of fabric, rubbing against each other as the train moved, gradually breeding warmth and ambiguity.

Song Wen thought to himself, is this considered a skin-to-skin relationship? He lowered his head, just in time to see the white legs of the woman's cheongsam slit, and said in his heart that this is white and tender, really like a lotus root, if it grows on my wife's body, you can touch it, alas, the short winter melon of my own family, the legs will not be so beautiful.

The owner of the leg may have felt his gaze burning, and the leg retracted, just as the tram flickered, Song Wen unconsciously leaned over like the woman, and the protruding piece under her abdomen just happened to rub her knees and slid over, at that moment he shuddered violently, and secretly rejoiced that the suit was long enough to cover his embarrassment.

The woman also seemed to notice something, and only held the oiled paper bag tightly in her arms, Song Wen looked at her chestnut cake against her chest, and even more excitedly, as if she was about to gallop on the horse, and then poured thousands of miles heartily, but listened to the jingle of the tram and stopped, and he arrived at the station.

Song Wen had no choice but to squeeze out of the crowd, just got out of the car, hey, the voice was sweet, he turned his head, the woman beckoned to him from the window, Song Wen was happy, and heard the woman holding the oil paper bag and shouting: "Your chestnut cake." ”

At this time, if he had run a few steps, he would have taken the oil paper bag, but Song Wen stood still, showing a gentlemanly smile that he thought was standard: "Please eat, miss." ”

At the corner of the street, Zhao Nan couldn't stand up with a straight smile.

"Hey, on the street, you're smiling like this, beware of being mistaken for a psychopath."

"Oh my God, this man has just finished recalling his first love, and now he is playing with the tram again. Laugh at me, how can this man be so funny. ”

"Hmph, this hasn't been formally investigated, just find someone to test him and he will be exposed, this man is cautious and obscene, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, I want to see what kind of virtue his inner soul is."

A smile bloomed at the corner of Ye Quan's mouth, as if this was an extremely attractive thing.

Zhao Nan suddenly realized: "Ah, I understand, why you are in a hurry to sign the contract this time, you have taken a fancy to the souls of those four children." How vicious, you woman, these are four innocent children! ”

"The child is innocent, the adult is not innocent, it was Song who asked himself to press the whole family, what did he do with me?"

She reached out and patted Zhao Nan's shoulder: "If you do what we do, you have already dipped your conscience in peanut butter and eaten it, so don't pretend to be noble." ”