"Song Rongrong, are you angry?"
"I originally wanted to book this place, but the agent said there were people viewing the apartment downstairs who worked at a TV station..."
Song Rongrong stopped and glared at him: "You have invaded my privacy!"
Ying Zhengqing frowned. "Is it that exaggerated? I only bought an apartment. Besides, the location here is indeed good. There's no law that says I can't buy one."
Seeing that Song Rongrong's face was flushed with anger, Ying Zhengqing softened his voice and said, "Then can I move out?"
Song Rongrong pursed her lips and said again, "Ying Zhengqing, I really have no intention of dating or being in a relationship. You don't need to do all this. Let's just be friends, okay?"
Ying Zhengqing's expression changed slightly. "You hate me that much?"
Song Rongrong frowned and raised her voice: "I don't hate you. I've said it before, I don't want to be in a relationship."
Ying Zhengqing didn't say anything more.
Song Rongrong glanced at him, seemingly feeling that her tone was too harsh, and was about to speak when she heard Ying Zhengqing's voice.
"I understand. I'm sorry for the trouble."
After saying that, Ying Zhengqing walked past Song Rongrong and left.
Song Rongrong remained where she was, staring wide-eyed at Ying Zhengqing's retreating figure.
What's so special about this?
Is that all there is to it...?
Song Rongrong looked up at her house, then looked up at the floor above, and felt a headache coming on.
She sighed and walked towards the television station.
Zhang Shu had arrived. Seeing Song Rongrong's expression of 'feeling like she wanted to die,' she couldn't help but ask:
"Comrade Song Rongrong, what's wrong? Did you lose some money?"
Song Rongrong looked hesitant, sighed heavily, and pointed towards the conference room.
"Let's have a meeting first, and then we'll talk about it."
After a full two and a half hours, when the group of people came out of the conference room, they looked like zombies whose energy had been drained. They returned to their workstations, packed their bags, and prepared to leave.
They had a twelve-day break after returning home, and then went to Hunan Province. After that, the recording of the entire program was completely finished.
Zhang Shu and Song Rongrong left the TV station hand in hand.
Once they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Song Rongrong whispered about Ying Zhengqing.
Song Rongrong reacted quickly and covered Zhang Shu's mouth first.
Zhang Shu glared, shook her head, and calmed down.
"Holy crap! Ying Zhengqing lives upstairs from you!!!"
Song Rongrong hummed in agreement, then sighed again, "That's right."
She squinted and added, "But Ying Zhengqing apologized to me today, so he probably won't stay there anymore."
Zhang Shu hissed for a long time, frowned, and asked again.
"Rongrong, you really don't have any feelings for him?"
Song Rongrong couldn't explain it either, "Anyway, we're just ordinary friends. He's quite good-looking, but I don't have any other feelings for him."
To be honest, it's all because Song Rongrong is a sucker for good looks.
Zhang Shu: "Then just leave it alone. If he wants to move out, let him. Anyway, you've locked your door and you won't run into him. It's not like a big star would bother to knock on your door and wait for you."
Song Rongrong shook her head, "He probably wouldn't."
Ying Zhengqing is a man of roundabout and tactful character. If he were to actually do that, it would be too humble and lower his attitude.
She felt that Ying Zhengqing wouldn't do that.
Since that meeting, Song Rongrong didn't run into Ying Zhengqing again during the remaining days of her rest in the capital.
Song Rongrong even went upstairs to take a look.
There are two households per floor here.
Song Rongrong didn't know which household belonged to him.
The outside was completely empty, and there was no sign of anyone having moved out.
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