Song Boli retracted his thoughts, changed lanes to overtake, and smoothly merged into the traffic.

"Secretary Chen has been with me for so many years, and he will be given an annual leave this year." Song Boli glanced at Shen Qiang sideways and said, "Don't worry, when you go to Suzhou City, someone will take over Secretary Chen's position." ”

Shen Qiang was stunned, when did she worry about him?

He is really self-justifying, inexplicable.

It's normal for a secretary to be on vacation.

Shen Qiang dispelled the doubts in her heart.

Before mentioning it, Song Boli couldn't say that Shen Qiang, she only needed one look, and she could win the upper hand.

But if it is a normal conversation, not to mention before, Shen Qiang can't talk about Song Boli. Song Boli seems to be serious, but he likes to tease Shen Qiang, and in three sentences, there is a seemingly serious and unserious ridicule.

Shen Qiang is thin-skinned, and she can't stand such careless teasing from him, so she can only eat deflated every time.

Shen Qiang didn't respond to him, and he didn't talk to Song Boli again.

She didn't look over his head and mistook him for a hitchhiker.

After looking at the scenery driving outside the car window, the sleepy insect slowly climbed up his nerves and tilted his head to sleep.

The lights on the highway are dim.

The lilac ambient lighting rendering in the Maybach outlines Shen Qiang's sleepy face. It wasn't the first time he had picked her up alone, but she dozed off every time she took a long bus, and every time she slept straight to the terminal.

Occasionally, when he came down to smoke in the service area, he would look down at her through the lights of the service station.

But if you want to ask him what he is looking at, he doesn't know, he just thinks that she looks cute when she is asleep, a little baby fat cheeks are pressed against the back of the chair, the cherry mouth looks smaller, and the corners of her mouth are slightly pursed as if she is coquettish.

Song Boli focused on driving, but his afterglow always looked at Shen Qiang from time to time.

The song in the car has become "Spring Mud" at some point, and Yu Chengqing's singing voice resounded in the carriage.

She may not remember, but he remembers this song list vividly.

Many years ago, as soon as she got in the car, she took out her mobile phone and asked obediently: "Can you play a song, it's too quiet." ”

Probably afraid that he would refuse, she added: "If I don't listen to the song, I will get motion sickness." ”

Since then, this playlist has been kept in his car.

Until today, it was played again.

He actually doesn't like to listen to these songs of love and love, or he doesn't like to listen to songs, but Shen Qiang loves it very much.

She listens to songs when she's in the shower, when she's in the car, and even when she's drawing.

Song Boli didn't deliberately remember, he rarely spent time on these things, but after four years together, so many days and months, Shen Qiang had many seemingly casual moments at the time, and every time he thought about it later, it would bring him different memories.

Just like this year, as long as he hears similar love songs, he will definitely think of Shen Qiang.

These little habits haven't changed, but Shen Qiang seems to have changed again.

For example, she used to be able to sleep on a highway until the end, but now every time she reaches a service area, she will open her eyes, and she will not go to the toilet, but will wake up in a daze, and her long wavy hair will hang down, slightly covering her little face.

Song Boli stood by the co-pilot's door, holding a cigarette in his hand, he did not have a strong addiction to smoking, but when driving on the highway, people are easy to get sleepy, and they need to use cigarettes to refresh themselves, so he stops and smokes every time he arrives at a service station.

The brown coat hung down, and the closer he got to Sioux City, the colder it became, Shen Qiang lowered the car window, opened his sleepy eyes, and said, "I'll go buy something to drink, do you want something to drink, I'll buy it together." ”

She got in his car and bought him a drink, which was very polite.

Song Boli took a puff of cigarette, his Adam's apple was mixed, and he couldn't say what he felt, and the smoke was blown away by the wind all of a sudden.

He extinguished the cigarette with his bare hands, straightened up and said, "I'll buy whatever you want to drink." ”

Shen Qiang shook her head, pushed the car door and walked down one step ahead of him.

"I'll just buy it," Shen Qiang said, closing the car door and walking towards the supermarket in the service area.

Song Boli did not go with her, but followed two steps behind her.

Because it is the Spring Festival, there are a lot of people on the highway, and you have to queue up to buy food and drink.

Shen Qiang stood obediently in the team, lowering her hair and sending messages to Zhuang Fangjie.

Song Boli stood behind her, his eyes lowered just enough to see her hair, and he could smell the faint smell of papyrus on her body.

The two stood together one after the other, both in height and appearance, and attracted the attention of several girls at once.

Inevitably, I heard their discussions, and one of them said: "Their couple outfits also look good! 】

Shen Qiang lowered her eyes, and then realized that the clothes she was wearing were the same color as Song Boli, and they were both long coats.

Realizing this misunderstanding level, he was a little embarrassed in an instant, but fortunately, it was soon there, and the waiter asked them what they had to drink, and Shen Qiang immediately stepped forward and said, "I want a cup of hot American." ”

As soon as Shen Qiang finished ordering, Song Boli answered: "Same as her, I want another cup of caramel macchiato." ”

After speaking, Shen Qiang took a step ahead of him and opened his mobile phone to scan the code to pay in front of him.

While waiting for the drink, Song Boli arranged for her, "If you are not used to drinking hot American, change to caramel macchiato." ”

Shen Qiang realized that he ordered a caramel macchiato for her.

She politely declined the kindness: "I'm used to drinking." ”

In the past, when he had a long meeting, he would go to the kitchen to find a coffee machine to grind coffee to drink, and once she tasted it, lowered her eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm not used to drinking so bitter." ”

That's why he ordered a macchiato, he remembered, just in case she couldn't get used to it.

"Really?"

Song Boli laughed at himself to hide the faint loss in his eyes, and said, "I remember that you used to say that you were not used to drinking so bitter coffee. ”

"Drink it every day abroad."

This was the first time he had heard her talk about life abroad, and he actually wanted to ask, but he didn't seem to have the qualifications and identity to ask.

She said that people are going to become.

She doesn't like to wear earrings and still does.

She is not used to drinking bitter coffee, but now she can drink it.

The waiter shouted, "Mr. Song, your coffee is ready." ”

Shen Qiang went up with him, she walked in front, so she took two cups and turned around and left, and Song Boli took one in his hand.

Raising her feet to meet her steps, and when she opened the car door, she had already fallen asleep with her face turned off, one hot American on the center console, one of which she had drunk and the standard lipstick mark on it, and another of which was his.

He lowered his eyes and put away those beautiful thoughts, obediently picked up the hot American style that belonged to him next to him, and took a sip.

With just one bite, his brows furrowed, how could he not feel so bitter before.

-

There has been a traffic jam on the highway, and what was originally a five-and-a-half-hour drive has become an eight-hour drive.

It was already more than two o'clock in the morning when I got home, and when I learned that Shen Qiang came back by car, Zhuang Fangjie had not slept, and as soon as she got off the highway, Zhuang Fangjie's phone woke up Shen Qiang.

"Mom."

Song Boli slowed down the car, the music was also turned off by him, and Zhuang Fangjie's voice on the other end of the phone could echo in the silent carriage.

"Are you almost there? I'll go down to the community to pick you up, I'll cook you some porridge, and you can eat some to cushion your stomach later. I forgot to ask, is it your friend's car, or is it your taxi? ”

Shen Qiang secretly glanced at Song Boli, and he stared ahead and concentrated on driving.

I don't know if he can hear it, hesitated for a moment, she didn't plan to tell the truth, and said, "Well, it's almost time to get off the highway, you don't have to pick me up, I'll just go back by myself, not a friend-"

At the same time, Song Boli, who was concentrating on driving, suddenly spoke, and said in a gentle tone: "Qiangqiang, help me get some coffee." ”

Shen Qiang's words stuck in his mouth, and then he glanced back at him, picked up the coffee and handed it to him.

Song Boli looked straight ahead, and she didn't know whether he was intentional or deliberate.

She was about to continue, but heard Zhuang Fangjie say, "Oh, it's your friend." Wait for someone to come up and drink some porridge and eat some supper, that's it, I'll hang up first, let your friend drive slower, it's snowing heavily in Sioux City, don't worry. ”

Shen Qiang wanted to say something, but Zhuang Fangjie had already hung up.

Shen Qiang put away her mobile phone: "You can send me to the gate of the community later, you don't have to go in." ”

Song Boli couldn't hear that she was reluctant to let him go up, his face was slightly gloomy, and he spoke.

Five minutes later, the car arrived at the complex.

Song Boli kept the appointment and sent her to the gate of the community.

Who knows, Zhuang Fangjie is already waiting at the gate of the community.

The headlights shone straight forward, and in the heavy snow, Zhuang Fangjie held an umbrella and wrapped a scarf waiting for Shen Qiang.

Song Boli parked the car, Shen Qiang quickly pushed the door and got out of the car, walked in front of Zhuang Fangjie, and shouted sweetly: "Mom." ”

Zhuang Fangjie let Shen Qiang be coquettish, and her smile deepened, but her eyes looked at Song Boli who was getting off the car quietly, seeing that Song Boli was tall and looked as warm as jade, the smile in Zhuang Fangjie's eyes deepened.

Song Boli took Shen Qiang's suitcase from the trunk, then picked up bird's nest and ejiao, as well as the expensive local tea from the port city, stepped forward, and said, "Hello Auntie, I am Shen Qiang's friend, Song Boli, you can call me Xiao Song." ”

"Hello," Zhuang Fangjie withdrew her gaze at Song Boli, saw the gift box in his hand, thought that he was prepared, and his smile became bigger and bigger, and said: "It's snowing heavily, let's go upstairs and sit for a while, Auntie made porridge and drank something to warm your stomach." ”

The snow in Sioux City was very large, and the snowflakes fell in pieces and fell on people's shoulders, and the wind blew mixed with the cold wind, piercing people's faces.

"It's so late, I'm afraid of disturbing you, this is a New Year's gift for my aunt, I came in a hurry, please forgive me." Song Boli looked at Shen Qiang with warm eyes, and deliberately said goodbye to her: "Qiang Qiang, then I'll go back first." ”

He carried the gifts, and the gifts were exhausted.

Plus this paragraph is polite and polite.

Zhuang Fangjie sighed, smiled, and naturally responded for Shen Qiang: "Come here, what kind of gifts do you bring, and you send her back, it is appropriate to go up and sit for a while, how can it disturb us, no." It's cold, hurry up. ”

It's not that Song Boli insists on coming up, it's Zhuang Fangjie's mouth.

When the wind blew, she felt very cold, thinking that Zhuang Fangjie still had injuries on her legs and couldn't stay in the snow for a long time. Zhuang Fangjie opened his mouth again, and he did send her back, if he said that he was also going on a business trip, but when he got off the highway, there was no way.

On the way he drove to the community, he made a special trip to see her.

Shen Qiang couldn't resist too obviously, otherwise Zhuang Fangjie would chase her and ask about her relationship with Song Boli.

Shen Qiang could only say politely: "Go up and sit for a while, drink some porridge to warm your stomach when it's cold." ”

Zhuang Fangjie smiled, turned around and stepped up to the door first.

Shen Qiang deliberately stopped for two steps and took his suitcase from Song Boli's hand.

Then asked, "When did you buy the gift?" ”