night tide recedes

Song Ran is an underwater fish, longing for the bright and bright scenery on the water, but only dares to poke out his head cautiously to peek at areas he has never set foot in. If there is a slight disturbance, he will wag his tail and sneak into the small but beautiful place Shen Wenfei built for him. The appearance of Yan Ming is like throwing a baited fishing rod, luring Song Ran out of the oxygen-poor underwater world.

Ever since Yan Ming proposed to sell the fast food restaurant two days ago, once Song Ran was free, he couldn't help but fantasize about the scene where he was busy in the store, would he be competent for a job he had never been involved in, and the things he cooked would be liked by others Well, how many people are needed to run a fast food restaurant? He even thought about what kind of dishes and pricing are suitable for the consumption level of college students.

If he wants to buy a fast food restaurant, he also needs funds. Fortunately, he still has some savings in his hand, which should be enough for start-up funds.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, even when he was a little distracted during the meal, watching the cauliflower fried squid on the table, he couldn't help but think about the price.

Song Ran stuffed a chopstick of rice into his mouth, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Shen Wenfei looking at him thoughtfully. The ideas in his mind disappeared like a burst bubble. He didn't dare to forget, and promised Shen Wenfei to do it. After fulfilling the promise of the last few months of work, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe he has no fate with that store.

"I made black chicken fish maw soup," Song Ran withdrew his thoughts and asked, "Can you still drink it, or do you drink it later?"

He returned to Song Ran who was satisfied only for Shen Wenfei.

Shen Wenfei took a piece of lotus root, took a bite slowly, "Drink it now."

Song Ran rolled her eyes, got up and went to lift the pot to fill Shen Wenfei with soup.

The black-bone chicken fish maw soup was a bit sticky. He remembered that Shen Wenfei didn't like fish maw, so he only scooped up two pieces of soft and rotten chicken thighs, and carefully floated away the fine oil from the soup surface before bringing them back to the table.

Song Ran really liked the satiety that Shen Wenfei showed when eating. At this time, he would have a feeling that Shen Wenfei needed him, and he would feel a sense of accomplishment.

Shen Wenfei drank the soup very gracefully, and slowly stirred it with a porcelain spoon with his slender and fair knuckles before scooping up the soup and passing it to his lips to drink, it seemed a little hot, Song Ran saw Shen Wenfei frowned slightly, He wanted to open his mouth to stop it but it was too late, Shen Wenfei had already swallowed the soup.

Shen Wenfei pursed the color of his lips, looked at Song Ran who had been watching him, and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

"I'll drink it later."

Shen Wenfei didn't speak, he scooped up the soup and blew it twice, but instead of drinking it, he handed the porcelain spoon to Song Ran's lips.

Song Ran stared blankly at the porcelain spoon that was close at hand. In Shen Wenfei's silent eyes, his heart seemed to be covered with a radiator, and the heat continued to pervade. He opened his lips to drink the soup fed by Shen Wenfei, and the smell of meat was His mouth spread, his lips were a little sticky after drinking, he bit his lower lip, and unconsciously smiled at Shen Wenfei.

Leaving aside the paper IOU, how is their current way of getting along different from that of a couple?

Song Ran stopped himself from thinking too much, with a smile on his face, he got up to clean up the dishes.

Because of Shen Wenfei's seemingly unintentional behavior, he was determined to stay. He has always been like this, as long as Shen Wenfei gives him a little sweetness, he can give up everything and give himself unconditionally.

As for the matter of the fast food restaurant under the plate, Song Ran looked at the foam being washed into the pipe while washing the dishes, and thought melancholy, is that the way to forget it?

Yan Ming should be very disappointed with him, Song Ran sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt a little sorry for Yan Ming's kindness.

Find a time to ask Yan Ming to have a meal as an apology.

A few more days passed, Yan Ming mentioned the fast food restaurant more than once, Song Ran looked at the chat records of persuading him earnestly, but couldn't tell Yan Ming of his decision no matter what.

He was a little distressed, it was the first time in seven years that he was faced with such a difficult choice, on the one hand, Shen Wenfei he admired, on the other hand, the job he yearned for, it was really difficult to choose.

Until Song Ran received a strange call.

With Song Wei's lessons learned, Song Ran hesitated for a long time when he saw an unfamiliar number, and when he felt that the ringtone might be cut off, he answered nervously, "Hello?"

A mellow but unfamiliar middle-aged male voice sounded, "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Ran recalled carefully but couldn't remember that he had come into contact with this voice before, so he asked in a low voice, "Excuse me?"

"I am Wen Fei's father."

An ordinary sentence dropped a bomb on Song Ran's peaceful world. He was taken aback and stuttered a little nervously, "Hi, hello, I'm Song Ran."

"I know," Shen Wangshan laughed, sounding very amiable, "I also know that you are dating Wen Fei now."

Song Ran was very embarrassed. He thought that Shen Wangshan might have misunderstood something, so he quickly explained, "I and Wen Fei..." "Don't be nervous," Shen Wangshan comforted him, "I contacted you just to know more about Wen Fei. Fei, you also know that the relationship between me and Wen Fei is not harmonious."

Song Ran suppressed the doubts in his heart and hummed.

"It's like this. I'll be on a business trip to City C in two days. If possible, I'd like to invite Mr. Song to meet me. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

See Shen Wenfei's father?Song Ran became short of breath, and he really wanted to refuse, after all, he didn't know what identity he was facing Shen Wangshan, but Shen Wangshan was an elder, he couldn't say no to him, and he had an intuition that Shen Wangshan wanted to see him, not because he knew Shen Wenfei That rhetoric.

He hesitated for several seconds but did not respond, and Shen Wangshan also waited patiently, as if he was sure that he would hear an affirmative answer.

After a while, Song Ran swallowed the saliva secreted by nervousness, and muttered, "It's convenient."

"That's great," Shen Wangshan smiled, "I'll send you the time and place, but I have a kind request."

"Tell me." Song Ran already had a guess in his mind.

Sure enough, Shen Wangshan's words verified his thinking, "I hope you don't tell Wen Fei that we will meet, he and I have a deep misunderstanding, and I think he won't let you come to see me."

Song Ran bit her lower lip and said yes.

Only then did Shen Wangshan say goodbye to him.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ran was still in a daze. There were too many doubts in his mind, but he couldn't untie them like a ball of twine, and finally he could only sigh silently.

He will get the answer on the day of the meeting, Song Ran suppressed the faint uneasiness in his heart, and stopped thinking about it as if evading.

In the past six months, he has kept too many things from Shen Wenfei, whether it is Yan Ming or Song Wei, it is not difficult for Song Ran to hide one more thing now.

It can be said that practice makes perfect, Song Ran couldn't help laughing at himself.

He spent three days in anxiety, during which he not only had to pretend to face Shen Wenfei naturally, but also hesitated about ordering the fast food restaurant.

When he didn't receive a call from Shen Wangshan, Song Ran almost confessed to Yan Ming that he had no plans, but now he hesitated, and he even had a strong premonition that this meeting would bring great changes to his life.

Song Ran couldn't help feeling sad at the thought of leaving Shen Wenfei who had been with him for seven years.

Everyone was talking about the seven-year itch, and he and Shen Wenfei couldn't get past it.

Soon it was the night before Song Ran made an appointment with Shen Wangshan. Song Ran was packing up the dishes in the kitchen with a heavy heart, and Shen Wenfei was talking on the phone in the study. Song Ran could now tell from Shen Wenfei's tone that he was With someone chatting with such a distant tone, it must be Shen Wangshan.

He didn't want to eavesdrop, but he was extremely disturbed in his heart, and finally moved to the door of the study nervously, listening to the movement inside with his breath held.

"Even if I go back, it's impossible to go back to the company."

"I won't change hands of the mother's shares."

"I don't owe you anything about what happened back then."

"I'm not a pawn you can manipulate."

Song Ran was confused when he heard it, but from Shen Wen Feiyue's more stern tone after speaking, he could tell that he had been having an unpleasant fight with Shen Wangshan recently because of certain things.

Is that why Shen Wangshan came to look for him?

Song Ran listened for a while, but Shen Wenfei seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and hung up the call directly. He was afraid that Shen Wenfei would find him eavesdropping, so he tiptoed back to the kitchen.

Not long after, I heard Shen Wenfei walking out of the study, Song Ran was washing the dishes with a guilty conscience, not even daring to lift his head.

Suddenly a warm body came up from behind him, and the familiar fragrance penetrated into Song Ran's nose, and it was Shen Wenfei who stretched out his arms and hugged his waist from behind.

Shen Wenfei hugged her tightly, before Song Ran wanted to make a sound, he buried his head into the back of Song Ran's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry about me."

Song Ran sensitively heard the rare tiredness in his tone, and let Shen Wenfei hold him without moving.

Shen Wenfei is a person who can hide things very well. Song Ran has been by his side all these years, and he has never heard Shen Wenfei complain about family or work matters, but as long as he is a flesh and blood person, he will be tired sometimes.

Song Ran washed her hands, and suddenly wanted to turn around and hug Shen Wenfei, but Shen Wenfei hugged him to prevent him from turning around, "Don't move."

People who are too proud always don't want anyone to see their fragility.

Song Ran then obediently stopped moving, he was like a charging pile, and Shen Wenfei was a 24-hour highly efficient machine that ran out of power and was about to fall down, urgently needed to replenish energy to allow him to continue to maintain normal operations.

After a long time, Shen Wenfei let go of Song Ran's hand, Song Ran turned around, and saw the proud son of heaven who seemed to be indifferent to everything.

But Shen Wenfei's slightly frowned brows still had some tiredness left, Song Ran boldly said, "Let's do it."

Shen Wenfei's eyes were deep, he hugged Song Ran's waist, and directly lifted Song Ran onto the kitchen stove, with one leg stuck between Song Ran's legs, Song Ran blushed, not daring to look into Shen Wenfei's eyes.

Warm palms groped in from the hem of his clothes, and Shen Wenfei leaned close to him, rubbing his tall nose with Song Ran's ambiguity, his eyebrows seemed to melt like ice and snow, with a rare spring feeling, "Song Ran, I have a surprise for you in a few days." you."

"it is good."

The response was swallowed into a deep kiss.

The author has something to say: What kind of surprise will it be?