Song Xingyu found He Jin and imitated Chen Ran to send a message: [Brother Jin, what time will you be home tonight? ]

He Jin didn't notice anything: [I should be back early, what's going on? ]

Song Xingyu then asked: [What time is breakfast? ]

He Jin pondered this sentence. It didn't sound like something Chen Ran would say. He tentatively sent a message: [What time do you want me to go back?]

Song Xingyu replied without any defense: [Ten o'clock.]

After waiting for a minute, Song Xingyu received a reply, which only contained the word "OK".

Putting down the phone, He Jin curled his lips in amusement.

Just as ten o'clock arrived, someone knocked on his office door. He Jin looked over and said in a slightly raised voice, "The door is not locked, come in."

Seeing Song Xingyu, He Jin pretended to be surprised and asked, "Miss Song, why is it you?"

Before Song Xingyu could open her mouth to correct him, He Jin smiled and called her name, "Xingyu."

Song Xingyu nodded in satisfaction and said, "My driver has asked for leave for family matters, and Chen Ran hasn't finished get off work yet. Can you take me home?"

He Jin looked at her and said, "Okay."

He turned off the computer and picked up his suit jacket that was lying on the sofa.

Song Xingyu, who was standing at the door, considerately helped him turn off the lights, secretly praising herself for being so smart.

He Jin didn't doubt her words at all.

She now has Brother He Chi in charge of the rear, and she has also come to her senses, so she is not afraid that He Jin will not surrender.

Passing by the bar, Song Xingyu smiled proudly at Chen Ran and the others.

She deleted all the chat records. Chen Ran didn't know what she sent to He Jin. He looked at the two people leaving the bar together with a confused look on his face.

He muttered, "It seems that Brother Jin is not far from falling."

The bartender came over and said, "On the surface, Xingyu is the winner, but she's also the real loser."

Chen Ran frowned and asked, "What exactly did you say?"

The bartender pretended to be profound and said, "If you don't understand, it proves that you are still young. Try to understand it carefully, young man."

After saying that, he patted Chen Ran on the shoulder.

Chen Ran: “…”

2.

Song Xingyu was waiting on the street for He Jin to drive over. When she saw his car, she happily opened the passenger door and got in.

He Jin opened the navigation and said, "Give me your home address."

It was a rare opportunity to be with him, and Song Xingyu suddenly didn't want to go home so early. She clutched her stomach and said anxiously, "He Jin, what should I do if I'm hungry?"

He Jin asked, "Didn't you have dinner before coming to the bar?"

"I can't be hungry after dinner?"

Seeing her say this angrily, He Jin smiled and said, "That's not what I meant."

"What do you want to eat?"

In fact, she wasn't too hungry. Song Xingyu thought for a moment and said, "I'm not picky about food. I can just find a restaurant that's still open and eat."

He Jin took her to the restaurant he often went to.

After the meal was served, Song Xingyu regretted finding such a stupid excuse.

I feel full, but I can’t waste food.

She picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

He Jin was not hungry, but he ate a little with her.

Halfway through, he heard Song Xingyu burp. He Jin then looked at her carefully and saw that she was frowning slightly, as if she was in pain.

He reacted, feeling a little helpless and inexplicably distressed, so he said tactfully, "It's hard to fall asleep if you eat too much for dinner. I see you've eaten quite a lot, that's enough."

Song Xingyu looked at the untouched dishes on the table and asked, "What should we do with these dishes?"

He Jin thought that his parents were busy reviewing student papers and probably didn't go to bed so early.

"My parents also like to come to this restaurant. I pack some food and bring it back for them as a midnight snack."

Song Xingyu said with a sense of relief, "Then pack your things."

No, I’m too full. When He Jin asked the waiter to pack up the food, Song Xingyu held her stomach and breathed a sigh of relief.