Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Sitting in the car, closing the door, blocking the cold air outside, Zhong Ying exhaled, feeling warm and safe.

My stomach finally felt hungry and made a very embarrassing grunt.

Song Yang heard it, and said with a smile: "Persist for another half an hour, and when we arrive in the city, I invite you to have breakfast. I know a good restaurant."

Zhong Ying then said: "Isn't there coffee here? My assistant prepared breakfast for me and it's still warm. I can just make do with a couple of bites."

With that said, she took out the lunch box Ling Xiao gave her.

Song Yang didn't start the car in a hurry, but turned on the air conditioner to warm the air first, and then let her eat slowly, so as to avoid the ups and downs on the road and make it difficult to eat.

When Zhong Ying opened the lunch box, the aroma of the food wafted out.

Song Yang looked down at her bento. It contained carbohydrates, protein, vegetables, fruits, and the energy needed by the human body. There was also a can of skimmed lactose-free milk.

Zhong Ying is a bit lactose intolerant, and her stomach feels uncomfortable after drinking normal milk, but she likes to drink it very much.

The coconut milk that Song Yang made for her before was also milk that had decomposed lactose.

"Your assistant is quite careful, is that the little girl with short hair?"

"It's Ling Xiao, you should have seen it before. He used to be my dad's assistant. When I first arrived at the company, I relied on him to take care of all aspects, and he was very reliable in his work." Zhong Ying took out the heat-sealed sandwich and bit into it. He took a sip and nodded appreciatively: "I didn't expect cooking to be so delicious."

Song Yang put his hands on the steering wheel, tapped lightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and asked lightly, "How do you do better than me?"

"Not worse than you, really, if you want to try it, I'll break half of it for you."

Song Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, it's not suitable for me to eat the loving breakfast they gave you."

"Yes, then I will eat it myself."

Zhong Ying had a good appetite, and within 10 minutes, he finished the lunch, leaned back on the seat, and joked, "Let's drive, Master Song."

Song Yang's face was heavy, he glanced at her sideways, and leaned over.

Zhong Ying panicked, subconsciously hid back, and put her hand on his chest, "What are you doing?"

He pulled the seat belt on her side, buckled it in the card slot, clicked it, then looked at her closely, and said playfully, "What do you think I am doing?"

Zhong Ying pushed him, "I don't know."

After speaking, turn your face away and look out of the window.

The two of them didn't talk much all the way, the moment of ambiguity just now made Zhong Ying feel a little indigestion.

I don't know when it started, but the relationship between her and Song Yang seems to have changed a bit...

The car finally stopped outside the Haicheng Royal Hotel.

As soon as Zhong Ying saw this hotel, he was overjoyed.

A few years ago, the engagement farce between Gu Hanye and Su Jiuyao was staged here, as if it was just yesterday.

The two people who thought it was so ridiculous at the time now have two children.

Sure enough, people still have to live a little longer before they can know what the consequences will be.

"On the day of the engagement banquet between Gu Hanye and Su Jiuyao, were you there?" Zhong Ying asked.

"I happened to have other things that day, so I didn't participate, but I saw the live video. Gu Hanye and his family, Miss Su, are very cool."

"I also admire Jiuyao's courage," the waiter opened the car door for her, Zhong Ying got out of the car, and continued, "To be honest, even if it were me, I might not dare to get engaged to a strange man."

Song Yang also got out of the car, handed the car over to the waiter, helped Zhong Ying carry the luggage into the hotel, and walked in while saying, "I think Gu Hanye is more decisive, he likes it, and he shoots directly. "

Zhong Ying glanced at him, she knew that Song Yang's biggest regret was not confessing to Xun Xia earlier.

Although he may not be with him even if he confessed, at least he fought for it.

"Are you still worried about Xun Xia?"

"That's not true. I knew that I had no chance, so I haven't disturbed her life in the past two years. It's just that when I think about it, I always feel a little bit unwilling. After attending her wedding, I will completely let go of it." .”

The two were talking, and they came to the front desk, and Song Yang helped her check in.

Zhong Ying continued what he said just now: "When you meet a suitable one in the future, don't miss it."

Song Yang glanced at her.

"Ah."

After checking in, Song Yang sent her upstairs without entering the house.

The two made an appointment to have lunch together, and Song Yang still had some things to do, so he would call her when he was done.

Zhong Ying slept well last night, and didn't feel sleepy on the plane. She was very energetic, so she started reading the script sent by Song Yang while she was free in the morning.

This looks like a morning.

When Song Yang called her, she hadn't finished reading, and she was so fascinated that she didn't want to eat at all.

Zhong Ying said: "Let's eat in the room, and the meal will be served as soon as you order. I want to finish reading this script."

Song Yang followed her.

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, Song Yang knocked on the door.

Zhong Ying went to open the door for him, and when she looked up, Song Yang became nervous.

"What's wrong? Cry like this."

Zhong Ying hugged the tablet computer, wiped away tears, and said, "Your script is so easy to cry."

Song Yang laughed instead: "It seems that my investment has something to do?"

"Wait until I read it all!"

The two were talking, and Song Yang entered the room.

"Is it touching the scene and remembering your own story?" Song Yang sat on the two-seater sofa.

Zhong Ying wiped his nose: "Don't pick up any pot that won't open."

Song Yang smiled and said nothing more.

While waiting for dinner, Song Yang sat on the sofa and flipped through magazines, while Zhong Ying continued to nest on the single sofa, holding a tablet computer and reading scripts.

In fact, it is a very simple, very old-fashioned love story.

It tells the story of a man and a woman who love each other, encourage each other, achieve each other, and finally realize their respective ideals, but they also miss each other's story.

Among them, the heroine has a monologue: "I finally realized my ideal, but there is no one around me to celebrate with."

Just seeing this sentence, Zhong Ying completely broke his guard.

Many years ago, she also had a regretful relationship, which was very similar to the experience of the heroine in the script.

Occasionally, I also think about what kind of life I am living now if I had made different choices.

Is it a husband and a child, a happy family, or a lot of food, rice, oil, salt, and chicken feathers.

When the food was delivered, Song Yang went to set the table, Zhong Ying calmed down, washed her face, and came to the table.

Song Yang poured her some white wine to accompany the meal, "Did you contact him later?"

Zhong Ying shook her head: "Maybe everyone is married."

"What if it doesn't end?"

Zhong Ying thought for a while, "What he wants is a good wife and mother, but I don't like being bound in a family."

"But you still have regrets."

Zhong Ying smiled: "Aren't people allowed to have regrets?"

Song Yang put on disposable gloves, peeled a shrimp for her, and put it on the plate in front of her: "The main reason is that I'm worried that you will not be able to move forward because you are always thinking about the past."