Chapter 12
As the car started, Meng Xihan shot him a look like an arrow.
Song Bojian immediately shut up and stopped talking.
During the two-hour journey, Song Bojian didn't say a word.
After Meng Xihan pulled over, Song Bojian unbuckled his seat belt and was about to thank him, but when he turned around, he saw that Meng Xihan had no intention of getting out of the car.
He suddenly felt uneasy again, not knowing what Meng Xihan wanted to do.
"You... have something else to say?"
Meng Xihan didn't say anything for a long time, so Song Bojian had no choice but to speak.
"Where have you been these past few years?"
Maybe it was because Meng Xihan's expression and tone were too cold, but when she asked this question, Song Bojian felt uncomfortable.
It was hard for him to convince himself that Meng Xihan was concerned about him or curious about his recent situation.
Song Bojian forced out a faint smile: "I don't think we are in a relationship where we can share these things now."
He didn't care about Meng Xihan and wasn't curious about how she lived later on.
So he didn't want Meng Xihan to care about him.
They met again after three years, and he didn't think it should be so peaceful or warm.
Meng Xihan heard his sarcasm and sneered, "It seems that you also feel guilty, which is why you haven't dared to come back in the past few years."
Hearing her say this, Song Bojian immediately opened the car door and got out.
After three years, Meng Xihan made him less and less willing to talk to her.
The cold wind in the middle of the night made the temperature even lower. Before he could even stand firmly, his body completely chilled.
Meng Xihan got out of the driver's seat and threw the keys into his hands.
"Next time before you tell a lie, write down a draft."
Before Song Bojian knew what she meant, he saw her turn around and go into the community.
The access control system recognized the owner's face, and Meng Xihan entered the door without any hindrance.
Song Bojian felt his scalp tingling for a moment.
The community he casually mentioned happened to be Meng Xihan’s home?
He glanced at Meng Xihan's receding back, locked the car, wrapped his clothes tightly, turned and walked in another direction.
Although he was much more sober and the driving distance was not far, he still didn't dare to take the risk.
By the time he got home, he was frozen stiff.
Only the wall lights were left on in the room so that he wouldn't see the complete darkness.
Song Bojian washed up first, then went to the children's room, confirmed that his daughter was asleep, and then quietly returned to the master bedroom to lie down.
In the years since he left the imperial capital, he has deliberately avoided news about Meng Xihan.
It seems that she is living a good life now.
He originally thought that as long as he stayed well abroad, didn't think about the past, and didn't take the initiative to return to the imperial capital, he and Meng Xihan would never have the chance to meet again.
The last phone call he had with Meng Xihan before he decided to withdraw the lawsuit was not really peaceful.
In this brief encounter today, he could tell that Meng Xihan still hated him from the moment he spoke.
But on second thought, Song Bojian wondered why Meng Xihan hated him?
He also paid the fees when he withdrew the lawsuit.
Why is she so high and mighty now?
The more Song Bojian thought about it, the more rational he became. He decided not to worry about meeting Meng Xihan anymore. He put down his phone and fell asleep.
The next morning, Song Bojian woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.
He has sent his daughter to kindergarten since she reached school age.
From then on, I started to get up early.
After washing up, he went to his daughter's room. The nanny had already dressed his daughter and was ready to take him to brush his teeth.
Seeing Song Bojian, the little girl immediately waved to him: "Dad, good morning."
Song Bojian's heart melted instantly, and she leaned against the door and looked at him: "Good morning, Xiaochengzi."
After Xiaochengzi finished brushing her teeth, Song Bojian sent her out to school.
Before I arrived at the kindergarten, I suddenly received a call.
"Hello?"
"Your car is blocking my car, can you move it?"
The voice sounded strangely familiar. Song Bojian stared at the road and suddenly came to his senses: "Meng Xihan? How do you have my phone number?"
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