Song Yancheng did not wait for Tong Jia to come down but instead drove around to kill time.
He actually didn’t know why he was acting so... strange.
Song Yancheng thought there were a lot more kinds of behavior which were more inappropriate than his.
It was just that he wanted Tong Jia to accept his feelings immediately. That he was sure of. Song Yancheng parked his car near the lake. He rolled down his window and felt the comfort of the breeze. Song Yancheng thought about several possibilities. For example, had he known Tong Jia before?
Or, what had happened between them? However, Tong Jia had been a complete stranger to him, so he abandoned that possibility.
It could only be said that he should’ve had no contact with Tong Jia before. After all, he was several years older than Tong Jia, and Tong Jia had been abroad for a few years and had returned only recently, which meant he wouldn’t have known her.
He analyzed his emotions and feelings from the past two days, and finally thought of the most likely possibility, which was that he really liked Tong Jia. Although he had lost his memory, it didn’t mean that his bodily instincts and previous life experiences had disappeared. Song Yancheng could still tell that he liked this type of girl, Tong Jia. His body and subconscious mind wouldn't lie.
From an unbiased point of view, Tong Jia was actually beautiful. There was no doubt that Song Yancheng would like it. Others also would like her. Therefore, from a male point of view, he would want to chase Tong Jia before a love rival appeared. This was very natural.
The more Song Yancheng thought about it, the more he could be clear about his idiotic behavior and intentions.
That was, when a man faced a beautiful girl he liked, he would have possessiveness that ordinary people would understand.
Well, that was just how it was.
After thinking about it, Song Yancheng drove around to Tong Jia's residence. In Tong Jia's neighborhood, he noticed an exclusive shop. He parked the car on the side of the road and quickly walked into the store. A young girl looked up from the computer. When she saw Song Yancheng, her eyes lit up. She quickly stood up, ran to Song Yancheng, and asked what he needed to buy.
"I just want to look around." Song Yancheng had come in to have a look. When he saw a row of lovely pillows on the shelf, he picked SpongeBob. Why did he pick SpongeBob?
Maybe because today he’d noticed that Tong Jia's purse was also a SpongeBob one.
"Do you want to buy Patrick Star too?" The lady behind Song Yancheng was very lively.
Song Yancheng was stunned. "Who’s Patrick Star?"
Now, it was the lady's turn to be stunned. But fortunately, due to her professionalism, she quickly recovered her expression and replied with a smile, "He is SpongeBob’s good friend. Like matching couple’s phone cases, Patrick Star and SpongeBob also come as matching products. But they are just good friends."
There was another guest who walked in the door just now and laughed at her words.
"Good, then I'll buy this Pat…" Song Yancheng paused. He didn't remember what it was called.
Pat what?
"Patrick Star.” The lady quickly went to the cash counter.
Song Yancheng followed, with a pillow in each hand. Of course, he had never seen SpongeBob. The reason why he knew that the yellow one was SpongeBob was because the Song residence's housekeeper was a fan of SpongeBob. The housekeeper had a SpongeBob charm hung on his mobile phone. Song Yancheng had once overheard the nanny teasing the housekeeper when he had gone downstairs, saying that he actually liked SpongeBob when he was so old. Song Yancheng had remembered it at that time.
At six o'clock, Tong Jia went downstairs to see Song Yancheng’s car still parked at the gate of the community, and trotted over. Song Yancheng got out of the car and opened the door for her, and then closed the door after he was sure she was seated.
As soon as Tong Jia got in the car, she found that there were two pillows in the back seat that seriously did not match with the car’s cool style. It was SpongeBob and Patrick Star. She subconsciously hugged Patrick Star and put it on her lap. Song Yancheng saw her movements through the rearview mirror, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
That Sichuan cuisine restaurant wasn’t far from Tong Jia's apartment, but it was about twenty minutes' drive away.
Song Yancheng handed the menu to Tong Jia, smiled, and said, "I’m not very good at ordering food, so please order for me. I’m not a picky eater."
After consulting Song Yancheng's preferences, Tong Jia ordered several signature dishes. Song Yancheng looked at her and asked in a low voice, "What do you like to eat besides spicy food?"
He was so eager to get to know her.
Tong Jia said, "I’m not very picky about food; as long as it isn’t too strange, I can basically accept it."
After Tong Jia answered, Song Yancheng didn't know what to say. He looked at the table next to him, where a man and a woman were having a good conversation. He didn’t know what the man was saying, but the woman was laughing heartily.
Song Yancheng was frustrated. He wanted to know Tong Jia, but he didn't know what to say. Should he check her house registration[1]?
[1] - Ask probing questions.
But Tong Jia would be disgusted! The situation was so distressing.
Tong Jia naturally noticed Song Yancheng’s silence. Previously at school, there had also been rich second generations who had chased her. Unlike Song Yancheng, those rich second generations had been very talkative; there would be no need for icebreakers at all.
Because of this, Tong Jia had never had to worry about silence when eating with the opposite sex. Because she had never cared about this, of course she wasn’t good at this.
But what should she do now!!
Song Yancheng was also not speaking. At the very least, they shouldn’t be maintaining this awkward silence, right?!
Tong Jia endured and endured, digging through her brain and recalling the times she’d had dinners with boys and dates in the park. After being silent for nearly five minutes, Tong Jia took the initiative to ask, "What do you usually like to do?"
Well, it wasn’t bad to talk about hobbies.
Song Yancheng immediately perked up, and returned to being like a frostbitten eggplant[2] again. When he thought about it, he didn't seem to have any hobbies, and he hadn't remembered anything after waking up. He only dealt with business every day. If he told the truth, Tong Jia would definitely feel bored, right?
[2] - Lacking energy and listless.
"Reading books." --Looking through contracts and making decisions were also considered as reading books, right?
Tong Jia: "..."
It was impossible to continue. Did he want to talk about zodiac signs?
Song Yancheng could of course make up a few hobbies, but looking at Tong Jia's eyes, he just couldn't tell a lie and could only whisper, "I think walking with you is also my hobby."
Tong Jia, who was still uncomfortable, was shocked by his words.
"I’m actually a very boring person. Before, every day it was only the office or home. Sometimes it was boring to go to dinner. Since I was discharged from the hospital, I have only taken a holiday today," Song Yancheng said slowly. He was a little nervous, his palms sweating. The more he was with Tong Jia, the more cheerful he became, but at the same time of his happiness, he was also frustrated and uneasy, and didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say to make her feel that he was interesting.
Tong Jia thought about his seemingly random topics of conversation when she ate hot pot at noon today. Looking at his expression at the moment, she sighed in her heart, and still smiled.
Looking at Tong Jia, Song Yancheng’s weary heart also breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether in Song Corporation or in the Song residence, he didn't need to take the initiative to chat with anyone, because in the hearts of subordinates, he was their cold boss.
Tong Jia could guarantee that Song Yancheng certainly didn't know about zodiac signs. Maybe he didn't even know what zodiac sign he was, and Tong Jia, who was also not good at dealing with people, didn't know what to talk about.
She thought and thought, and finally thought of the gossip Shen Shujuan had told her some time ago.
She suddenly became curious, so she tentatively asked, "Well, why don't we talk about the entertainment industry?"
“Is Qi Chen your ex-girlfriend?"
Song Yancheng became confused. "Huh?"
“What?"
…Was he playing dumb?
Tong Jia, after all, was also an ordinary person. Now the man in front of her was the gossiped-about boyfriend of a pure actress. She, too, was interested.
After Tong Jia had adapted to life abroad, she hadn't forgotten to register a Weibo account, paying attention to a lot of entertainment bloggers, and having a lot of gossip to watch every day.
《818 Movie king's first love and the former wife.》
《818 The unbelievable history of the artist's mistress》
《Should the cheater who abandoned his ruined wife be banned》
《Prison situation in the entertainment industry》
These were Tong Jia's comments under thes gossips:
-Ha, ha, ha, I knew he wasn’t good!
-The wife is pitiful, but it is also a good thing to stay away from cheaters!
-God, I love that little fresh meat _ (:з) ∠) _
To sum it up, gossip was engraved in Tong Jia's bones. She asked this question with neither any jealousy nor wanting to inquire about the love history of Song Yancheng; just… gossip.
"I'm just asking, I won't tell anyone." Tong Jia had a serious face.
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The author has something to say:
There is no lady who doesn’t like gossip, right! Hahahaha
The FL is not jealous, she just wants to gossip _ (:з "∠) _
But our ML is dumbfounded.