"Goodbye uncle and aunt, please go back."

Tang and Song opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Gao Mengting stood outside the car window and said in a gentle tone: "Don't forget to send me a message when you arrive at the hotel."

"Well, bye, see you tomorrow." Tang Song smiled and blinked, and compared a "0K" gesture.

The sound of the engine starting broke the quiet night, and Bentley Mursanne slowly drove away.

Watching the red taillight disappear at the corner, Gao Mengting let out a long sigh, lowered her head and kicked the fallen leaves under her feet, covering up the strong reluctance on her face.

"Our daughter has picked up a treasure!" Gao Jinshan withdrew his gaze and smiled. "This young man Tang Song is energetic, speaks and does things well, and is so generous and sincere. It's really undeniable!"

Then, Zhao Suyun was excited and complaining, and said, "I said Tingting, you didn't say anything about such a big thing in advance. Your dad and I were not prepared at all!"

Gao Mengting blushed a little and beeped in a low voice: "This is just the beginning. Everything is still unstable. I didn't want Tang Song to come to our house."

"What is the beginning? You have to care about such a good guy!" Zhao Suyun patted the back of his daughter's hand.

The tone was full of urging.

"I understand, mom-" Gao Mengting responded helplessly.

Gao Jinshan hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Tingting, the car he drove in Tang Song is Bentley, right? It looks so expensive, is it worth millions?"

He doesn't know much about cars, especially this kind of top luxury car. He just knows such a brand, and it's really hard to know how much it costs.

"Millions? So expensive?" Zhao Suyun exclaimed, "Tingting, Tang Song's family-"

Gao Mengting quickly interrupted, "Okay, Dad, Mom, don't criticize me, I have a good idea about my business."

"Okay."

The three of them walked upstairs as they spoke, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow space.

Gao Jinshan hummed a cheerful old song in his mouth, his steps were particularly light, as if he was floating.

Open the door.

Gao Jinshan couldn't wait to squat in front of the two cardboard boxes, his eyes as bright as if he was looking at a treasure.

Zhao Suyun couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Look at your impatient attitude. You can't sit still after you sent someone away. Don't be frustrated."

"How can that be? This is given to me by my son-in-law, but I have to be treasured!" Gao Jinshan rubbed his palms, picked up a knife to cut the tape, and opened the lid in turn.

Six bottles of golden Moutai, bright red soft Chinese, arranged neatly.

Gao Jinshan couldn't put down his hands and felt comfortable all over.

After a while, he couldn't wait to pull out a soft chinese, took out one and clamped it on his fingertips, ignited the lighter and took a deep breath.

Squinted his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and said intoxicatedly, "Oh, this taste is different!"

Gao Mengting, who had just come out of the bathroom, couldn't help but persuade, "Dad, please smoke less cigarettes, it's not good for your health."

"Hey, you don't know your dad's body. You're as strong as a cow, what are you afraid of?" Gao Jinshan took a cigarette in his mouth and opened a bottle of Feitian Moutai. He looked at it carefully. "Spray, it's worthy of being Moutai. This bottle is heavy in his hand. This packaging is so exquisite!"

At this moment, he felt that his life had reached the peak of his life.

Seeing his father's appearance, Gao Mengting sighed helplessly, "I'll go to bed first. When the team building work is over, I'll take you and my mother to the hospital for a full-body examination."

Her parents are getting older and older. Now she has the ability, so she naturally wants to make them healthier.

Back to the familiar small bedroom.

Gao Mengting came to the desk, turned on the desk lamp, and pulled out a thick light blue notebook from the bookshelf above.

Sit on the chair, open it gently, and look through it gently.

This is a high school diary. It is not recorded every day, but only after returning home from school on weekends, every bit of the recent happenings will be recorded.

Carrying many beautiful memories of her.

Then, she turned to the last page.

Above is the "Wish List" she once listed.

Read at least 50 books per year;

Learn to play the violin;

Open a clothing store that truly belongs to you, and you have new clothes to wear every day;

Go to Iceland to see the aurora;

Find your own "Mr. Darcy".

Under the light, Gao Mengting showed a warm smile on her face.

She pulled out her favorite pen from the pen holder and typed a "check" behind the last item.

As a half-idealist, in her opinion, love should be like the beautiful clips in literary works, without too much modification, but can hit people's hearts.

The appearance of the Tang and Song dynasties was a small miracle given by fate for her.

Of course, she also knew that reality was not always so perfect.

For example, my former clothing store and cherished friendship were later broken due to interest disputes.

In the future, will something happen between her and Tang and Song dynasties also happen? Can we still maintain this feeling?

There is no answer to this question, but she chose to believe in the present, cherish this miracle, and embrace her partner wholeheartedly.

I don't know how long it has passed.

"Dingdongyi" WeChat prompt sounded.

【Tang Song: "I'm in the hotel, go to bed early, good night, have a good dream."]

Gao Mengting smiled and replied "Good night", put her phone aside, lay back on the bed, and pulled the quilt.

The lights go out and a sweet dream comes.

The hotel corridor at night is very quiet.

A clear sound of footsteps went from far to near, and finally stopped in front of a door.

Tang Song turned sideways and looked at the door in front of him, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

【Breeding-88%--】(not sprouted)

The labels marked by the system are very practical and can only be observed if they are close or within his sight.

At this moment, the label with a glimmer of light was less than one meter away from him.

In other words, Qiuqiu stood behind the door.

Tang Song looked at Maoyan, and there was a moment of guessing in his heart.

Perhaps Qiuqiu was not asleep yet, and heard the movement outside, he ran to the door.

I heard from the partner that this cold designer is actually very timid. Is it because he is afraid of someone? He has nightmares?

Tang Song pursed his lips and stretched out his fingers to knock on the door.

"Dongdongdongyi-" The sound is low and rhythmic.

No answer.

"Dongdongdongdongdong-

Tang and Song knocked again, but there was still no movement.

But the tag jumped a little.

[Growing - 89% - ·] (not sprouted)

Seeing this scene, Tang Song's eyes were slightly bright, and he simply stood at the door and waited quietly.

Immediately afterwards, the label floated forward, backward, and backward, and Tang and Song seemed to be able to feel Qiuqiu's nervousness and Zhixin behind the door.

【90% of the breeding】(not sprouted)

But she still didn't open the door and didn't answer.

After a while, the label gradually faded away and disappeared from his sight.

Tang and Song had a slight expression, and they couldn't understand what Qiuqiu was thinking.

After a moment of dawn, he turned around and returned to his room.

I took off my clothes, took a simple shower, and rinsed.

Tang Song lay naked on the bed, picked up his cell phone, looked at the time, and it was 23 o'clock soon.

Turn off the main light and leave the night light.

Tang Song lay on the bed, recalling the shy and sensitive partner today, with a faint smile on his face.

The first time I met Gao Mengting, I remembered it particularly deeply.

The reason why he chose her to be a partner was not only because of her appearance, but also because of the good impression she left on herself.

He still remembers the scene where Gao Mengting lay down on the A-pillar of the car after signing Wuling Hongguang's "body sale contract", and she fell down with tears.
To be continued...