Chapter 11 Let’s talk about it. The idea of not going home
The sun was mild in late autumn, and a tricycle loaded with flowers was driving on the road, attracting countless people's attention along the way.
Sheng Yao let the breeze mess up her hair, squinting her eyes lazily to feel the sunshine and breeze, "So cool!"
Raise your phone to take a selfie, with flowers behind you as the background, the photo will look good no matter how you take it.
At this moment, Chen Jiazhou, who was driving a Maybach in the back, caught a glimpse of the flower car and said to the person in the back seat, "Look, sir, there is a tricycle loaded with flowers in front. It's quite romantic."
Sheng Ting looked up from the folder filled with black words on white paper. In the soft light of the warm sun, the tricycle was decorated with flowers. The scene was inexplicably healing.
Looking forward, the silhouette of the person in the back seat of the car in front looked a bit like Sheng Yao. Looking further forward, I caught a glimpse of the pale profile of the person in the driver's seat.
The tricycle was already moving slowly, and when the Maybach caught up with it, the man lowered the window and called out in a slightly puzzled tone, "First Frost?"
The man driving the tricycle turned his head and unexpectedly met the eyes of the man he hadn't seen for a long time.
Chu Shuang was stunned for a second, then smiled politely: "Hi..."
Sheng Yao opened her lips: "Uncle?"
"Why did you drive a tricycle?"
"Mom redecorated the greenhouse, and aunt brought these flowers back to grow." Sheng Yao answered helpfully.
"Stop ahead."
Two cars stopped on the side of the road, and Sheng Yao and Chu Shuang stood in line obediently.
"Uncle."
Sheng Ting said to Chen Jiazhou: "Can Assistant Chen drive a tricycle?"
Chen Jiazhou was stunned for a second, then nodded and replied, "Yes."
"Drive it back for them."
Chen Jiazhou was also present at the wedding, so he naturally recognized Chu Shuang as his wife, and nodded politely, "Where do you want to send these flowers, Madam?"
"Jiu Lan International."
"Qingyu Garden."
The two locations that came out of his mouth at the same time made Chen Jiazhou pause slightly. One is the boss, the other is the boss’ wife. Who should I listen to?
Sheng Yao watched from the side, looking at her uncle and then at her aunt, and secretly took two steps back.
Even she thought that her aunt was going to take the flowers to Qingyu Garden, but she didn't expect that she was taking them to her small apartment.
Hatsushimo withdrew her gaze from the man's deep eyes and pursed her lips: "Let's go to Qingyu Garden."
Sheng Ting opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, "Get in the car."
Chu Shuang and Sheng Yao grabbed the rear door handle at the same time, but Sheng Yao pried it open with her fingers one by one, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You sit in the front."
Hatsushimo argued quietly, "The back seat is so wide."
Sheng Yao pushed her and said, "You think I'm the driver, that's your exclusive seat, go now."
"Why aren't you coming up yet?" the man's deep voice sounded.
Hatsushimo had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat.
The cold scent of wood came over as the distance got closer. Chu Shuang blinked and looked at the scenery outside the window intently.
Sheng Ting drove the car and looked ahead. He asked calmly, "I heard you've been very busy with work recently?"
"Ah, a bit busy."
"No wonder he never goes home."
Chu Shuang was speechless after hearing such a light and casual remark. The more she said, the more mistakes she would make. There was nothing to explain, so she walked quietly all the way to Qingyu Garden.
When they arrived at the house, Sheng Yao was the first to open the door and get out of the car. Who could stand the atmosphere in the car!
It’s really not easy to be a young aunt.
After helping Chu Shuang move the flowers to the right place, Sheng Yao took her small bag and was about to leave. Sheng Ting said, "Have dinner before you leave."
Hatsushimo: "Dinner will be ready soon."
"No, no, my mom just called me and said that we're having mutton hotpot tonight and she's waiting for me to come back. I won't bother you guys anymore."
Picking up the phone, she smiled at Chu Shuang and said, "Goodbye, little aunt."
After a while, he disappeared.
Looking at the empty hall, Chu Shuang suddenly had an idea and stood up: "The little golden retriever is still in Jiulan International, I have to go and get it back."
Sheng Ting put down the evening paper, his silver-framed glasses reflecting a cool light, and he glanced at Chu Shuang gently, saying unhurriedly, "I'll have someone pick it up."
Hatsushimo had no choice but to sit down.
She didn't talk while eating or sleeping, and she had a very quiet dinner, so quiet that she had to be very gentle when picking up food and eating.
"I'm done eating, take your time."
Just as he was about to leave, the man spoke in a calm voice, "Come to my study later."
"……oh."
Half an hour later, Hatsushimo knocked on his study door.
"Enter."
This was her first time entering his study, which was decorated in black and gray tones. Bookshelves were everywhere she looked, and the sofas in the sofa area were also dull black.
Sheng Ting seemed to have some unfinished business, so Chu Shuang sat quietly on the sofa waiting for him.
The rustling sound of flipping papers was very clear in the quiet room. She was bored of waiting and began to relax. She looked secretly at the upright and solemn person sitting at the desk.
When Sheng Ting lowered his eyes, his brows were strong, his eyelashes were thick, his nose bridge was too prominent, and when he was concentrating on his work, he looked so aloof that it was impossible to imagine what he was like in private.
Chu Shuang, who knew a little about him, thought to herself that for a person like him, there should be no clear boundary between work and life. Whatever he was at work, he was also in life.
It seemed that he had finally finished the documents in his hand. Sheng Ting put away his pen and looked over. "Sorry for the wait."
"fine."
He walked over and sat on the sofa, slowly sipping his tea before getting to the point, "Have you been staying at Jiulan International recently?"
"right."
"Tell me about it, why don't you want to go home?"
Chu Shuang rubbed his fingertips and whispered, "I've been working overtime until late late recently. This place is a bit far, and I spend a lot of time on duty every day. Sometimes I just want to go home and lie down after a day of hard work."
"Work overtime every day?"
The man's black eyes watched calmly, and Chu Shuang's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes... There are many times when I have to rush to finish the manuscript until nine o'clock in the evening."
Sheng Ting was silent for a moment, noticing her small movement of pinching her sleeves, "What about the weekends? You worked overtime the past two weekends?"
Looking into his calm eyes, Chu Shuang felt as if she was being seen through.
"Last weekend, the little golden retriever was not feeling well, so I took it to the veterinary hospital for treatment."
Stay calm without blushing or getting nervous.
Sheng Ting was playing with his phone nonchalantly, "Do you have to work overtime next week?"
Chu Shuang saw Sheng Yang's chat box on his WeChat interface and pursed her lips: "I don't know, he should not be as busy as before."
Her company was a subsidiary of the Sheng family, so it was easy for Sheng Ting to get some information, and it was not easy for her to tell too many lies.
He flipped the phone over and placed it on the table, tapping the body of the phone unconsciously with his long fingers. The man said calmly, "If you're not busy, just move it back."
The tone was light, but it was a habitual way of giving orders.
"It depends on the situation. If..."
"I don't need to explain what marriage means."
Chu Shuang was slightly stunned. She hadn't been with him for too long, so she wasn't sure whether he was unhappy at the moment.
Sheng Ting took a sip of tea and said, "I'm busy with work and don't have much time. I don't want to restrict you too much. Some things are best left to nature. If you always try to interfere, I think you will be exhausted both physically and mentally."
“Knock knock—”
"Enter."
"So the Madam is in the study too. I was wondering why I couldn't find her anywhere." Aunt Yuan came in with a bowl of soup. "It's freshly made ginseng chicken soup. Sir, have some. I'll go downstairs and serve Madam some more."
Hatsushimo stood up and said, "I'll go down and drink it myself."
Following Aunt Yuan out of the study, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of what Sheng Ting had just said, she lowered her eyes and thought, just move back. It really wasn't right to live there forever.
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