Song Rongrong returned to the capital in December.
She went back to the new house and took a look. The house was quite new, with white walls and no need to replace the flooring. The whole house didn't need to be renovated; she just needed to buy furniture.
The next day, she took Zhang Shu to the furniture market.
Song Rongrong prefers a minimalist style. She plans to use one room as the master bedroom, one room as a study, and another room as a walk-in closet.
You only need to buy some simple furniture for the house.
During her business trip, Song Rongrong was already planning the layout of her home. She had ideas in mind beforehand, and after only a few days of browsing the furniture store, she had everything sorted out.
Apart from the sofa, all the other furniture is made of solid wood. She spent more time decorating the study, and had a huge bookcase and a large desk custom-made.
The furniture wasn't all delivered until the day before Song Rongrong left.
Zhang Shu took one look inside, stood at the door, and couldn't help but exclaim, "This is what a single woman's home should be like!!!"
Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the stairs outside.
Someone came up from downstairs.
After exclaiming in surprise, Zhang Shu was about to come in and close the door when she made eye contact with someone coming up the stairs from downstairs.
The other person was wearing a mask and hat, so their face was not clearly visible.
Song Rongrong had already quickly closed the door.
Zhang Shu looked away. "He must be your upstairs neighbor. He looks pretty tall and is wearing a leather jacket. Hey, kind of cool."
Song Rongrong didn't care much. "Ta-da, would you like to take a look at my study?"
The study is still empty; many books are still in Heping Lane and haven't been moved here.
“Okay, okay, not bad, not bad.” Zhang Shu shook her head and sighed, “If I had spare money, I would buy another one, right next to our house, so that Han Yi and I could have our own space and go back to sleep at night.”
Song Rongrong: "..."
Zhang Shu: "What kind of look is that?"
Song Rongrong: "Your house has four bedrooms, isn't that enough for you?"
Zhang Shu was just joking, "Thinking back, Han Yi is still pretty good. He does all the housework, and his mother often comes to bring us food and cook for us. Oh well, one should be content."
The new furniture still needed to air out, so Song Rongrong went back to Heping Lane tonight and left in a hurry the next day.
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Chen Zhou is now more than four months pregnant, but even wearing a thick down jacket, you can't tell how big her belly is.
Every day, Song Jianmin would take her to school before going to work. With Xu Guiying and the others feeding her, Chen Zhou's face became rounder.
Chen Zhou became anxious about her figure. She stepped on the scale and found that she had gained 20 pounds and now weighed 110 pounds!
It will definitely rise again in the later stages of pregnancy!
Looking at Song Jianmin's physique, which allows him to eat as much as he wants without gaining weight, Chen Zhou wanted to give him all the fat on her body!
Song Jianmin, who was inexplicably scolded and glared at by his wife, was speechless.
"May I ask what Your Majesty's orders are?"
Chen Zhou snorted, "Peel an apple for me."
"This servant will go immediately! Please wait three minutes!"
Chen Zhou raised her foot to kick him, but suddenly her expression changed, and she exclaimed "Holy crap!"
Song Jianmin panicked immediately, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Zhou stared wide-eyed, touching his stomach.
"Song Jianmin, it moved!!!"
"You, you, you hurry up, touch it, hurry up!"
Song Jianmin placed his palm on it.
Through the thin autumn clothes, his palm was kicked, and it made a sound like a small fish blowing bubbles. Song Jianmin's expression gradually changed, and the couple stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long time.
I'm afraid it will disturb the child.
After a while, Song Jianmin chuckled and muttered, "Wow, my daughter is so strong, no wonder she's my daughter."
Chen Zhou glanced at him sideways and said, "Don't give me that. I was strong when I was a kid."
Song Jianmin wouldn't argue with Chen Zhou about these things. "Mom, do you still want to eat an apple?"
Chen Zhou grinned, "Eat, eat, eat."
Song Jianmin took an apple and started peeling it.
Chen Zhou glanced outside.
White snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
"Song Jianmin, it's snowing."
Song Jianmin glanced outside.
Wear more clothes tomorrow.
Time flies.
After Song Jianmin finished peeling, he cut the pieces into small pieces and served them to Chen Zhou.
It's really fast. In the blink of an eye, he's been kicked out of his home for so many years. He's almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep at home. He's been married to Chen Zhou for a year and a half. They've been married in the blink of an eye.
January passed, and it was the new year again, 1993.
Song Rongrong didn't come back for the Chinese New Year this year; they were still filming a program in Guangxi, and the entire crew spent the holiday in Guilin.
On New Year's Eve, the production crew found a restaurant in the local town for dinner.
The hall was filled with four tables of people, creating a lively atmosphere.
Song Rongrong caught a cold a couple of days ago, and was going back to the hotel after dinner.
The hotels here aren't very big. There was a film crew staying at the hotel next door; they came to Guilin specifically to shoot a movie.
The restaurant is only two or three hundred meters away from the hotel.
Song Rongrong sniffled as she walked back, when suddenly her gaze stopped and she stared fixedly ahead.
The hotel next to Yinghong Hotel is called the National Grand Hotel.
A person was standing outside the grand hotel.
Song Rongrong stopped in her tracks and turned to run away.
Holy crap, why do I keep running into Ying Zhengqing in Guilin?!
"Song Rongrong, why are you running away!"
The footsteps behind her grew closer, and Song Rongrong slowed down. She pretended nothing was wrong and turned her head very naturally.
"Oh, it's you! What a coincidence!"
Ying Zhengqing was so angry he almost laughed. "Yeah, it's really a coincidence, so coincidental that you run away as soon as you see me!"
Song Rongrong pursed her lips. "No, I thought I saw a ghost."
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