On the way back to the tea garden, Rong Chuqin drove slowly in front, focusing on stability.
Song Tang and Xiao En were sitting in the back. Xiao En was tired all morning and played wildly in the parent-child restaurant for a while at noon. Now he was sitting in the car and fell asleep deeply.
Rong Chuqin raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror. He saw Song Tang holding Xiao En in his arms and looking at her tenderly. He whispered: "I didn't expect that there was such a heavy mountain in Guilan Mountain."
There is a burning smell, it seems that the impact of this fire is not small."
They sent Mr. Shen and his family back home. Along the way, they saw the place where the mountain fire had burned. The entire hilltop was burnt and was scorched black.
"It will be nice if it rains," Song Tang said. "After a winter, the mountains will be green again next spring."
"You are optimistic."
"What if?"
"Yes, you are right."
Rong Chuqin carefully held her and spoke. The quieter and more normal she was, the more uneasy he became.
"Aren't you tired holding Xiao En? Put her in the back seat and you sit in front."
"Need not."
Rong Chuqin stopped the car anyway, turned around and looked at her tenderly, "Get out of the car and talk?"
Song Tang's eyes dodge and he instinctively shrinks, "What are you talking about? My parents are waiting for Xiao En to come home. They are worried about it being late."
"We brought Xiao En out, so why would our parents be worried? Besides, I've already told my mother, and she said she wished we could bring Xiao En out to play more often."
"..."
"Get out of the car, Xiao En is fine sleeping in the car."
With that said, Rong Chuqin opened the sunroof, got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, and opened the door.
Song Tang had no idea, so he put Xiao En down and got out of the car as instructed.
It happened to be a park here, but they didn't go far and Xiao En was still in the car.
They sat on the long wooden benches on the roadside, enjoying the wind and sun, and could still see the cars.
Rong Chuqin put his arm around her shoulders and asked in the most comfortable tone possible: "Are the clothes inside dry?"
"What?"
"You are sweating all over and your back is wet, but you still hold on?"
Song Tang looked at him steadily and took a deep breath. Sometimes she really felt that the man in front of her was quite scary. He used all the scheming tricks and cunning tactics in the shopping mall on her, and he touched her thoroughly.
"Don't look at me like that, I just feel that the few tears you just shed in the parent-child restaurant were not enough."
"...You still want to see me cry?"
"No, I'm not worried about you secretly running to the toilet in the middle of the night to cry. I also have to worry about whether you will catch a cold while sitting on the floor, whether you will be afraid of waking me up and can't make a sound and cry unhappy. Is it not enough?
Paper, will your eyes be swollen the next day..."
With a muffled "pop" sound, Song Tang slapped his mouth with the palm of his hand and slapped his endless "will it" back into his stomach.
"Honey, I just hope you can be truly happy."
"I'm happy."
"No, you're not happy."
"..."
Seeing that she was still stubborn, Rong Chuqin said straight to the point: "Even Mr. Shen and I think there is something fishy about your parents' accident, don't you think?"
"Actually... I have already obtained the information from Fang Zijun."
Song Tang trembled and raised his voice, "How do you know Fang Zijun?"
Rong Chuqin smiled lightly and said seriously: "A person who dares to put a sticker on my wife's car to make a promise to meet, and who dares to blackmail and threaten my wife, can I easily let him go?"
"You all know?!" Song Tang was surprised, but not surprised, "Does he really have information in his hand? What is it, tell me quickly!"