When Sang Tianen woke up from this sad dream, it was already one o'clock. The residual emotions made her unable to recover for a while. After being in a daze for two minutes, she took the cup to the tea room to get water.
The humming sound of the water boiler made her feel grounded as if she had landed from mid-air. She walked to the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her face, and the warmth permeated every pore.
She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth from the real world, the sunshine, the fragrance of flowers, and the chirping of birds.
This is the real world. She is Sang Tianen, not the fragile and powerless nine-year-old girl in the dream.
As soon as Yan Zheng walked into the tea room, he saw Sang Tianen standing in front of the window with his hands in his pockets. Because of the backlight, he seemed to be wrapped in the sun's rays.
His eyes paused, and he walked to the water dispenser as usual, took out instant coffee from his pocket, tore open the serrated edge, and poured coffee powder into the mug.
I pushed the faucet open with my fingers, and boiling water with white smoke rushed into the cup. The aroma of coffee spread in the small room.
Sang Tianen turned around and found that the person coming was Yan Zheng, so she walked over. Just as she opened her mouth, the man in front of her turned around, as if he didn't see her.
She looked puzzled and wanted to call him, but a few colleagues came out the door, so she had to give up.
When it was time to get off work, Shi Zhou patted Sang Tianen on the shoulder and said, "Your sister asked you to go eat pickled fish."
Sang Tianen was packing up and didn't realize what it meant. He said in surprise, "What sisters?"
"Xu Mingming!" Shi Zhou smiled slyly. "I told him you wanted to become sworn sisters with him, and he agreed. He even cooked a big pot of pickled fish for you to eat."
Sang Tianen finally reacted and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I accept this brother."
As she spoke, she threw her black leather bag over her shoulder and put on black sunglasses, looking no different from a model in a fashion blockbuster.
Shi Zhou's face was distorted with jealousy. It is said that when God opens a window for you, he will definitely close a door, but what did Sang Tianen close?
She is beautiful, smart and rich, why should she have such a friend? It is more painful than killing her.
Seeing her gnashing her teeth, Sang Tianen grinned, "Are you jealous?"
"Yeah, I'm so jealous." Shi Zhou hooked his arm around her neck and uttered a few words through his teeth, "Look at what you're capable of."
The two of them argued all the way to the parking lot. Sang Tianen took out the car keys from her trouser pocket and opened her cloak. Shi Zhou stood beside her without moving. Sang Tianen glared at him: "The invitation to dinner is fake, but the ride is real, right?"
"The car was taken to the hospital by your sister for a prenatal check-up." Shi Zhou said embarrassedly.
Sang Tianen was stunned, took off his sunglasses, and showed a shocked look: "Shi Zhou, you can do it, you can be a mother?"
Shi Zhou scratched his head and said shyly, "Yes."
"Congratulations!" Sang Tianen clenched his fists and arched towards her. "My brother-in-law is pregnant, it's so embarrassing to ask him to cook. Why don't we go out for dinner? I'll treat you."
"How can rural people be so pretentious? Can't they cook just because they're pregnant?"
"You can't say that. Pregnancy is very hard. Just say it in front of me, but don't say it in front of Xiao Xu, lest he get angry."
"Xu Mingming has you as his sister to support him, so I will suffer in the future." Shi Zhou shook his head with a wry smile and opened the car door.
Sang Tianen also opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. The bright light of the setting sun made her put on her sunglasses again. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one, so she stepped on the accelerator.
After leaving the parking space, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Zheng in the rearview mirror, leaning over the front of the car to check the engine. The car seemed to have broken down.
After stepping on the brakes, the recoil of the car made Shi Zhou lean forward in the passenger seat. She asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to help." Sang Tianen unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and walked towards Yan Zheng. Shi Zhou quickly turned around and widened his eyes in surprise when he saw Yan Zheng.
Sang Tianen, is this old tree blooming?
"Minister Yan, is the car broken?" Sang Tianen, wearing sunglasses, smiled at Yan Zheng and bent down to check the engine in a familiar manner. "The belt is out of place."
Yan Zheng turned his head to look at her: "Do you know how to repair cars?"
"A little bit." Sang Tianen stretched out his index finger and thumb to touch him, with a confident and playful smile on his face.
Yan Zheng didn't believe what she said. This woman didn't even touch the car just now. She just took a few casual glances and could see the crux of the problem. It was definitely not just a little bit as she said.
"Can it be repaired?" he asked in a low voice.
"Sure." Sang Tianen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want me to fix it for you?"
Yan Zheng stared at her for a few seconds, pursed his lips, took out his phone and found the number of the car repair company. Just as he was about to call, Sang Tianen pulled his hand back: "Why are you so angry?"
It was getting off work, and although most people had already left, Yan Zheng was still afraid of being seen arguing with each other, so he said coldly, "If you're willing to fix it, fix it. If you're not willing, forget it."
Sang Tianen raised his hands in surrender and said helplessly, "I'm willing to repair it." Then he cursed himself in his heart, calling himself a jerk.
“Is there a toolbox?” she asked. “I need some tools.”
Yan Zheng took out a toolbox from the trunk and handed it to her. It was a gift from the salesperson when he bought the car. He had never used it in the few years he had been driving it, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.
Sang Tianen rolled up his sleeves, opened the toolbox, took out the tools, bent down and began to reset the belt.
Yan Zheng, who was standing aside, looked at her focused profile and found that her nose was very straight and her soft earlobes were as delicate as her facial features.
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