The Villain’s Mother: 42.042.

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"Good night."

Song Tingshen said these words, and the two of them couldn't help thinking of the goodnight kiss that day.

Ruan Xia’s impression of Song Tingshen is very good now. He is showing all the demeanor that a mature man in his thirties should have with a successful career. There is no greasy feeling on his body, and he is closing the door. For a moment, Ruan Xia leaned back against the door and looked at Wang Tsai who was already asleep in bed. For the first time, she had a feeling of confusion. If she had been in this world, then what would the relationship between her and Song Tingshen become? What?

Although she is not so desperate for love, she is less than twenty-five years old this year, and Song Tingshen is only thirty-five years old. There are decades left, how should she live?

Ruan Xia is not a person who likes to be anxious about things that will not happen in the future, so this confusion only lasted a few minutes. When she lay on the bed and picked up the phone again, her mind also subconsciously blocked This is a headache.

After Song Tingshen returned to the room, he just sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees. He didn't know how long he had been sitting. He picked up the wallet on the bedside table and opened it to look at the photo from Ruan Xia's car.

He is not too passive in terms of feelings. From the perspective of a businessman, Ruan Xia is indeed the best person for him at the moment.

Want to give Wangzi a truly healthy and warm family, this is his original intention.

He didn't plan to divorce Ruan Xia and start a relationship with another unknown person. As a 35-year-old man, he seems to have never cared much about love. At his age, what needs to be considered has never been his own preferences, but when he made milk for her just now, he was in a mood But he was very peaceful. When he was standing at the door of her room, even if he didn’t deliberately look inside, he knew that his child was lying on the bed. She just stood at the door with a cup in her hand. For at least that moment, Song Tingshen There is a feeling of satisfaction.

No, it's not satisfaction. At that moment, what he thought was that if he and Ruan Xia are a real couple, if they have feelings for each other, it might be better.

The next day, when Ruan Xia came out of the bedroom with Wangzai, he happened to ran into Song Tingshen who was going downstairs for breakfast.

Wang Zhai Pidianer Pidianer trot over, Song Tingshen bent down and picked him up, holding his fat ass, "Did you brush your teeth?"

"It's brushed, every tooth has been brushed." Wangzai opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

Song Tingshen glanced at Ruan Xia and thought, luckily it was not at night to see her.

Ruan Xia was wearing the mask at the moment, she walked to Song Tingshen, stretched out her white hand and pressed it to make the mask more docile on her face, "Good morning."

Wang Tsai hugged Song Tingshen's neck and asked with a smile, "Dad, does Mom look like a ghost?"

Ruan Xia glared at him, "Have you seen such a beautiful ghost?"

Song Ting gave a deep cough, thought about it, and said: "If you put on a mask at night, don't go out and walk around."

Ruan Xia: "..."

Does the pig's hoof know what skin care is?

She didn't bother to take care of the father and son, walked downstairs in front of them, and the aunt was still busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Just then, the doorbell of the gate rang. Ruan Xia got up and walked towards the entrance. Through the video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the gate, thinking that there are people in the house, she He opened the door, and before he had time to ask who it was, he was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand. There were ninety-nine red roses in his hand, which was spectacular. He was a little hard to hold, holding a small card. Asked: "Does Miss Ruan Xia live here?"

Ruan Xia was stunned, "I am."

The flower delivery boy smiled and handed the receipt to Ruan Xia, "Then please sign for Miss Ruan."

Ruan Xia took the card from the hand of the flower sender. There was no signature or the name of the flower sender. Under the urging of the little brother, she signed her name and held this large bouquet of roses. Turning around with a dumb look, the first reaction was to ask Song Tingshen, "Did you give it?"

Of course, as soon as she asked this, she regretted it.

How could Song Tingshen give her flowers? He doesn't seem to be someone who can do such things.

She would ask him only when she was thinking about it.

Sure enough, Song Tingshen looked at the big bouquet of roses in her hand, with a puzzled expression on her face, and shook her head, "No."

Ruan Xia is really helpless this time, she emptied her mind, but thought of so many people... But then again, all those who are thinking about the original owner know that she has a husband, her husband or a shopping mall Song Tingshen, who has great means and ability, is precisely because of this, no one dares to pursue the original owner openly and openly. Then, the question is, who would send flowers to her home so unsightly? Or who is not afraid to offend Song Tingshen and chase her?

Speaking of not having eyes...

Ruan Xia has a guess in his heart, is it the second grade boy Duan Chi?

It seems that among those few people, he will do something that makes people difficult to say. After all, this person ran directly to Song Tingshen’s office...

Sure enough, there is a card hidden in the bouquet that says "Don't throw it away"...

She walked into the living room holding this large bouquet of roses and placed them on the coffee table.

Wangzai rushed over immediately, wowing several times, "A lot of flowers."

Song Tingshen didn’t seem to be going to ask her who gave the flowers, but just walked to the dining room with Wang Tsai’s hand. Ruan Xia couldn’t figure out what he was thinking for a while, so she shouldn’t mind. After all, the relationship between the two is here, and besides, they have already spoken openly. In terms of private life, he should also believe her.

I probably wanted to save her some face.

Song Tingshen was ready to go to work after a brief breakfast. Even Ruan Xia didn't notice. When he passed the living room, he glanced at the conspicuous bouquet of roses on the coffee table without a trace.

When Auntie also went out to buy groceries, Ruan Xia sat on the sofa, looking at the big bouquet of roses in trouble.

She seemed to believe in the plot of the novel too much, thinking that Duan Chi didn’t even get a cannon fodder in the novel, so he would not come out and jump again. It was not this bunch of flowers that made her embarrassed, she could just throw it away. Put it in the trash can, but another bunch of that goods will be delivered tomorrow? This is to make it clear that she won't make her feel better.

Wangzai sat next to her, listening to his mother's sigh, he stretched out his fat paws and hugged her arm and asked: "Mom, are you not happy?"

"Nothing."

Ruan Xia thought for a while, still barely cheered up, took out her phone, took a photo of this bouquet of roses, and posted it on the same city website...

Although it's not Valentine's Day or Christmas, ninety-nine roses are not cheap to come. It is estimated to be at least a thousand smaller. Just throw them in the trash can. It's wasteful. It hurts to think about it. It's all money, although it's not her money, it's better to sell it online.

Now the Internet is particularly developed. Ruan Xia offered a price of 500 yuan, and someone contacted her within half an hour after posting the transaction information on the Internet. The buyer was also happy and didn’t bargain with her anymore. It is estimated that this is the cheapest. The price is up.

She was just about to meet the foreign teacher, so she agreed with the buyer to meet and trade in the same city, and the appointment location was also in the city center.

The buyer is a programmer with black-rimmed glasses. According to him, today is his girlfriend’s birthday. He just doesn’t know what gift he wants to give. It’s also expensive to buy roses at the flower shop. Buying her flowers can save money. For a few hundred dollars, you can have a candlelight dinner at night.

Ruan Xia looked at the extra five hundred yuan on the phone, and she was satisfied with a book. She had a bold idea. If Duan Chi really sells a bouquet of roses every day, she sells five hundred yuan a day, wouldn’t it be a month? You can make more than 10,000!

...cough cough!

She cannot have such thoughts! She is rich now!

Wang Tsai pulled La Nguyen Xia's sleeve and asked: "Mom, why do you give flowers to that uncle?"

Ruan Xia touched Wangzai’s head, "I sold him the flowers. Mom made five hundred yuan."

It's a pity to throw it away. Isn't it Za Song Tingshen's eyes when you put it at home? After all, although they don't have any feelings between them, there are men who send flowers to the house directly. Song Tingshen is not a wooden person. Selling is the best choice. She happened to spend the five hundred yuan in a certain treasure to buy lunch for children in remote areas.

Song Tingshen came out of the conference room and passed the sales department on the way back to the office. He saw a bunch of flowers on the desk of an employee in the sales department, and inevitably thought of what Ruan Xia received this morning. Rose flower.

It's impossible to say that you don't care at all. After all, the flowers have already been sent home.

Back to the office, Song Ting thought for a while and dialed Wang Tsai's number on his mobile phone.

Wangzai quickly answered the phone and shouted crisply: "Dad, what's the matter with you! I'm eating out with my mother!"

Song Tingshen pretended to inadvertently ask: "Is my mother beside me?"

Wangzai replied: "Mom has gone to the bathroom, and my sister and foreign teacher are waiting for her!"

Song Ting paused, "Wangzai, dad asks you something, don't you tell mom, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Where did the bunch of flowers at home go this morning?"

Wangzai tried hard to think about it, but fortunately, the interval is not long now, and he will not forget, "Mom gave an uncle, and my mom said it was sold to him! I made 500 yuan!"

Song Tingshen: "…………"

He thought about several possibilities, except that Ruan Xia would sell that bouquet of roses.

He didn't even notice it, there was already a slight smile in his eyes.