Chapter 79
Song Xianle was sitting on the plane, thinking about the ridiculous things that happened in the car last night, and the two of them were together like this.
She was the only one on the plane, He Yanqing was still in Yuncheng.
After returning to Liaokai, Song Xianle went back to her room and put her suitcase away. She was so tired that she just changed her clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep without even having lunch.
It was already evening when she woke up. There were several missed calls on her phone and several unread messages on WeChat, all from the same person: her new boyfriend.
【Have you returned?】
[Just received a notice, I will go back tomorrow]
Song Xianle looked at the time above. After a few hours, he said two more lines:
【Are you asleep?】
【have a good rest】
After reading it, Song Xianle called He Yanqing back, but before he could answer, the person on the other end hung up on her.
Song Xianle raised her eyebrows, but thinking that He Yanqing might be busy, she didn't care about it anymore.
Later, when He Yanqing called again, Song Xianle pretended to be angry and teased, "Was there a beautiful girl next to you just now? Why didn't you answer my call?"
He Yanqing had just finished the meeting and immediately called to explain as soon as he left the hotel. Before he could open his mouth, he heard his girlfriend talking to him in a sarcastic tone, and her tone was a bit aggrieved.
He could tell she was joking, so he replied, "Yes, there is a beautiful girl next to me."
Seeing He Yanqing cooperating with her, Song Xianle smiled and said, "Oh? Do I know him?"
"know."
Song Xianle almost guessed who it was.
The only women who could stay with He Yanqing were either clients or his superior, Jiang Zhifan.
"I was in a meeting just now, and President Jiang was here too." He Yanqing was afraid that she would think too much, so he didn't continue teasing her.
"When you called me, I was in a meeting, so I hung up on you."
"String, don't be angry."
These words touched her heart, making her feel itchy.
He was coaxing her.
Song Xianle walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of coconut milk.
"I get it. I'm not mad. I just wanted to tease you."
She unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a glass. "The beautiful girl is President Jiang, right? She is indeed beautiful. You didn't lie about that."
He Yanqing heard her openly praising Jiang Zhifan and couldn't help asking her, "Would you get angry if I praised another woman's beauty?"
Song Xianle took a few sips of coconut milk and thought for a moment. "I won't compliment someone I think is beautiful. But if you compliment someone I hate, I'll be very angry. If you compare me with other women, then we might be finished."
"But, from what I know about you, you wouldn't do that."
Everyone loves beauty. As long as her man only looks at a beautiful woman with admiration and does not have any other vulgar, dirty or other thoughts, then she doesn't care.
He Yanqing roughly knew what Song Xianle was thinking, but she would never tell him this before.
"What are you having for dinner tonight?"
"Maybe we'll go out to eat. I just got back today and don't feel like cooking."
How can the food you make yourself be as delicious as the food sold outside?
Song Xianle had finished the glass of coconut milk. She would change her clothes and go out.
"What about you? What are you doing now? Eating?"
He Yanqing just got in the car, he turned on the navigation and searched for nearby shopping malls.
"Yeah. I'm outside, getting ready to eat."
Song Xianle heard the navigation voice inside: "Are you driving? How about hanging up? Should we go eat?"
He Yanqing thought about it and agreed, "Okay, see you tomorrow." Finally, he whispered, "Remember to save tomorrow night for me."
Song Xianle was surprised and suspicious. These words made people think deeply.
…
He Yanqing drove for more than ten minutes and stopped the car near a large shopping mall.
Tomorrow is Song Xianle’s birthday. He Yanqing originally planned to confess his feelings to her on her birthday, but he couldn’t help himself and did it a few days earlier.
He wanted to give her a pair of earrings as a birthday gift. He had been without an idea for a few days, but when he saw the earrings she was wearing, he suddenly thought that earrings would be a good gift.
He Yanqing parked the car, entered the mall, found the sign, and went to the second floor. There were many clothing stores on the second floor, and He Yanqing walked through them one by one before finding the jewelry store.
Half an hour had passed since I came out of the jewelry store.
When passing by a clothing store, the waitress at the door saw him looking at the goose yellow skirt displayed in the window, and then looked at the bags in his hands. She looked closely and saw that it was from the store next door. The jewelry in that store is generally suitable for young women.
She looked at the goose yellow dress and looked at He Yanqing, "Sir, are you buying a gift for your girlfriend? This goose yellow dress is a new design by our designer, and it's the only one of its kind."
He Yanqing didn't know much about Song Xianle's style of clothing, so it was hard for him to make a decision. He politely declined, "No, my girlfriend isn't here, and it might not be suitable for me to buy it back."
The waitress didn't want to let the customer off the hook; she thought he was talking about the size. "It's okay, sir. Just know your girlfriend's size. But it would be even better if you knew the measurements of this dress, because it can be altered. This is our designer's shop, so if..."
He Yanqing didn't continue listening. When he saw the skirt, his mind was filled with the long kiss in the car last night, and the feeling of that soft waist in his hands seemed to have just passed.
He gripped the bag tightly and refused again, his voice a little colder, "No, thank you."
This time I walked quickly and ignored the waiter behind me who tried to keep me.
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Song Xianle changed her clothes, grabbed her keys and phone, and went downstairs. After dinner, she went to the fruit shop to buy some fruit.
When she saw the courier information while checking out, she wondered: Who sent it to her? She hadn't purchased anything online.
Despite this, she still went to the express delivery station. The person who knew her phone number and address must be an acquaintance, and it might be a friend who sent it to her.
I opened the package at home and found three lipsticks. Inside was a card that said: Happy Birthday.
Looking at the card, she guessed it was written by the seller.
Song Xianle thought about it and realized that the only person she was close to was her college roommate. She thought it was Zhu Yan, whom she had met a few days ago.
Sure enough, Zhu Yan saw that the package had been checked and recovered, and immediately sent a message.
【Have you received the express delivery? 】
【I thought it would be delivered tomorrow, but it arrived a day earlier. 】
Song Xianle saw the keyword, tomorrow?
Tomorrow is her birthday?
No wonder He Yanqing said that he would reserve the time for him tomorrow night.
Song Xianle replied to Zhu Yan, then returned to the room and put the gift in her drawer.
She rested at home for about half an hour. Seeing that it was still early, a little after eight o'clock, she changed into sportswear and prepared to go to the gym.
After spending an hour at the gym, stretching his shoulders, lifting his hips, and working out his abs, with a ten-minute break, Song Xianle planned to jog for another fifteen minutes before heading home.
As she stepped onto the treadmill, she saw a man standing on the treadmill next to her. Song Xianle habitually glanced at the place where people came from, and felt that the man looked strangely familiar, but she only glanced at him without looking closely.
Xiao Duan didn't expect to see her again. He felt a little regretful that he didn't ask her name at the banquet.
He saw the sweat on Song Xianle's forehead and saw that she was running seriously, so he held back from speaking, thinking of asking after she finished running.
Fifteen minutes later, the treadmill slowly stopped and Song Xianle got off. She walked to a chair and picked up her towel.
"Hello, can we get to know each other?" Xiao Duan said, and then took out his phone from his pocket, "Can you add me on WeChat?"
Song Xianle was wiping her sweat and looked at him seriously. "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."
She remembered that it was the man who looked at her at the party.
Xiao Duan was not embarrassed by being rejected, he just smiled and said, "What a pity."
"But I still want to know your name."
"My name is Song Xianle."
"Hello, my name is Xiao Duan." Then, Xiao Duan pointed at the treadmill and said, "I'll continue running."
"Also, I wish you happiness."
Song Xianle nodded, "Thank you, goodbye."
Xiao Duan: "Goodbye."
After Song Xianle finished speaking, she walked to the locker to get her bag and called a taxi on her phone.
Less than two minutes after getting in the car, He Yanqing sent a video. Song Xianle touched her hair. She had just tidied it in the gym bathroom, so it wasn't a mess anymore. She swiped her finger to the right and saw He Yanqing.
"Are you in the car now?"
He Yanqing had just finished showering and was wearing pajamas and a cotton T-shirt. Song Xianle saw him wearing a sky blue shirt, and it was the first time she had seen him in a T-shirt.
Song Xianle: "Yeah. Just came out of the gym."
Although the light in the car was dim, He Yanqing could still see the blush on Song Xianle's face, which was the flush after exercise.
He thought of going to the mall to buy gifts tonight and asked her, "Do you have anything you want?"
He was afraid that the earrings he bought might not suit her taste, and wondered whether he should buy her a new pair.
If it weren't for Zhu Yan's gift, Song Xianle might have simply thought He Yanqing wanted to buy something for her. But now, it was obvious that he was asking her what birthday gift she wanted.
"You're not even surprised like this." Song Xianle held his chin with one hand and held the phone against his face with the other.
The camera was close, so He Yanqing could easily see Song Xianle's micro-expressions. He heard her mumbling and glared at him.
"Okay, I'll choose for myself." Seeing that his girlfriend was a little unhappy, He Yanqing didn't continue the topic.
"Xianle, I'll be back tomorrow."
She knew this, "What's wrong?"
"No. It's just..." He Yanqing looked at her and said softly:
“…I want to see you soon.”
I want to see you soon.
Miss you.
miss you.
The second half of the sentence was like an alarm clock, which kept ringing and repeating until Song Xianle pressed the shut-off button.
Song Xianle was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of smiles. She said word by word, "I miss you too."
A man in love seems to have come to his senses and keeps talking dirty.
After Song Xianle finished speaking, the man opposite looked at the environment around her and said something else in a low voice, as if whispering in her ear, "But I miss you more."
She could notice that He Yanqing was a little shy after saying this. She suppressed her smile and shook her head, "Not necessarily."
But inside he corrected her seriously, "No, definitely."
Is this the art of language?
Song Xianle didn't wear headphones, so the driver in front of her heard almost everything they said. Before getting off the car, the driver sighed to her, "It's great to be young."
After getting out of the car, the two were still talking on the phone.
"I'm here." When He Yanqing sent her home, he did not enter Song Xianle's community. She turned the camera of her mobile phone and held it up to look around.
"Which floor do you live on?"
Song Xianle said to the first-floor building, "Here."
"I live on the eleventh floor." Song Xianle went in and then came to the elevator. He pressed the floor number and the elevator slowly rose.
"By the way, where do you live now?"
"Jin'an Community on Jiufeng Road."
Song Xianle thought: "Then we live quite close."
"Um."
The elevator door opened, Song Xianle went out, took out the key from her bag and opened the door.
"I'm home."
"But I don't plan to show it to you." Song Xianle leaned against the door. "I haven't even seen your house yet, and you saw mine first. It's not fair."
He Yanqing didn't expect this reason, so he smiled. Then he discussed with her, "How about you come to my house tomorrow night?"
After saying that, she saw Song Xianle's face full of shock, and her eyes seemed to say, "I didn't expect you to be such a person."
He Yanqing hurriedly explained: "What I mean is, it's your birthday tomorrow, come to my house for dinner."
He didn't know why he said it, maybe he said it in a fit of rage.
Song Xianle: "Why?" Then he thought of something and asked in surprise: "You want to cook for me?"
"Yeah. If you don't want to, you can go out to eat."
Song Xianle was moved, but still didn't want to agree too quickly.
"Why don't you come to my house?"
He Yanqing: "If you want, you can go to your house."
Song Xianle changed his hand to hold up the phone and replied, "You wish."
He Yanqing saw that she was a little shaken and asked, "Then come to my house?"
Inviting a girl to your home would indeed make people think too much, and he added: "Don't worry, I'll take you home after dinner."
"Your proposal is very tempting." Song Xianle thought about the question he asked and asked again: "Why haven't you answered yet?"
He Yanqing thought for a moment and looked at her: "Maybe... if you want to capture a woman's heart, you have to capture her stomach?"
Song Xianle couldn't help but laugh at this, "Then prepare well and see if you can capture my heart."
"Okay, girlfriend." He Yanqing had a slight smile in his eyes, and he looked relaxed for the first time.
He doesn't look like the serious director, but more like the young man in blue in Song Xianle's memory.
Really, does falling in love make people younger?
The two chatted for a while before hanging up. Song Xianle returned to her room with her bag, took her pajamas and went to the bathroom.
Over there, He Yanqing hung up the video call. He surveyed the hotel's furnishings, his gaze finally settling on the ceiling lightbulbs. There were four round bulbs, evenly spaced. They emitted a brilliant white light, not too glaring, but bright enough, a bit like a shimmering milky-white pearl.
For a moment, he thought of the image of Song Xianle walking towards him with her skirt lifted, a smile on her lips, her eyes looking at him. She was like a shining pearl, attracting him again.
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