Song Xiang pouted and put his hands on his knees, unable to find anything to say for a while.
Rong Boye looked at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.
I came to see her on a whim. Lying in the hospital, I always thought of people I would never see again. Even closing my eyes was a luxury.
"The gift you gave me that day was too big, and I haven't even thanked you properly yet." Song Xiang was at a loss for words.
"No need to thank you."
Rong Boye looked away and said: "It's just money, it doesn't mean much to me."
It's really true.
Song Xiang looked at him secretly, thinking that the other party seemed to be too kind to her, which was indeed unreasonable.
"Mr. Rong, why do you..."
"Why help you?" Rong Boye answered her question.
Song Xiang nodded.
"You look a lot like my love.
Song Xiang was stunned.
I really don’t know how to answer this.
Rong Boye added: "In terms of age, you are more than one year older than my daughter."
Song Xiang was confused and did not remember that he had a daughter in the information.
Rong Boye: "The mother and daughter left together."
Song Xiang felt a lump in his throat, looked away, put his knees together, and pulled the grass behind him with his hands.
She suddenly understood why she always had a good impression of Rong Boye. In addition to his temperament, it was more of a feeling of sympathy for him.
Rong Boye was alone, and she was almost the same. Apart from Xu Shuyan, she had no relatives.
When she mentioned her family before, others would come to comfort her, but suddenly she met someone who was even worse, and she didn't know how to comfort Rong Boye.
"Your wife must be very beautiful." She said casually.
Rong Boye nodded and turned to look at the little girl beside him, "If our child hadn't gone with her, he would be as beautiful as you now."
Song Xiang was speechless and felt a heavy feeling in his chest.
She, an outsider, felt sorry for Rong Boye. One could imagine the pain he had endured over the years.
He is almost the happiest person in the world.
Gudu——
I remembered a strange sound.
Song Xiang blinked and turned his head carefully to look at Rong Boye.
Rong Boye was very calm and said: "I didn't eat dinner."
Song Xiang smiled and stood up, holding on to the curb, "Then I'll treat you to dinner."
Rong Boye raised his head and squinted his eyes against the light, "I don't eat food from outside."
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Then you..."
"Can you cook?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang: "I know... I know a little bit."
"Then let's go to your house." After Rong Boye finished speaking, he stood up.
Song Xiang subconsciously stepped forward to give him a hand. When Rong Boye stood up and stared with big eyes, she finally realized what he said.
Go to her house?
"Mr. Rong, my cooking skills are not very good."
"I can eat instant noodles."
When it comes to this, it’s really hard to refuse.
Song Xiang looked around, trying to grab the two bodyguards who were following him to stop them from snitching on Yan Han.
But after looking around, there was no one there.
I have no choice but to bite the bullet and take Rong Boye back.
Normally, it would be impossible for her to bring a man home late at night.
But inexplicably, it was not easy to set up defenses against Rong Boye.
When going upstairs, she quickly pulled Rong Boye into and out of the elevator, fearing that she would encounter Yu Tianyu or Wang Fuxue who came back occasionally.
Those two people knew it, and Yan Han must have known it too.
After entering the house as if fighting guerrilla warfare, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Rong, you sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen and take a look."
"good."
Song Xiang trotted to the kitchen and peeked outside to see Rong Boye sitting down at the dining table. Fortunately, the house had been tidied up.