I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang didn't return all night, but when he got home the next day, Song Yulan didn't ask any more questions, knowing that he was staying overnight at Cheng Huan's house, she just told him not to disturb other people's houses too much next time, and then she would take the bag and hurry go out.

"Mom, are you in a relationship?" Song Mingwang asked directly behind her.

Song Yulan stopped.

She is around 37 or [-] this year, and her face is well maintained. Song Mingwang noticed that she changed her usual neat and casual dress today, wearing a knee-length skirt, and specially painted red lips and sprayed on perfume.

"... When did you know?" Song Yulan didn't seem to expect that he would know, she stood there in embarrassment, holding on to the doorknob and froze without moving.

Song Mingwang curled his lips: "I already knew."

Song Yulan finally sighed softly, then walked in front of him and raised his face.

"Look, mom has neglected you recently, so I want to say sorry to you first."

She paused, and then continued: "Mom met the wrong person before, but Mom doesn't regret marrying him at all, because if it wasn't for that, there wouldn't be you."

"But now mom wants to think for herself, she can't live alone like this all her life, I hope you are grown up now, you should be able to understand mom."

Song Yulan pleaded earnestly, her eyes fixed on Song Mingwang and waited for his answer.

Song Mingwang said, "I don't know now either."

Song Yulan's expression darkened.

"We won't know until we meet him."

Song Yulan was taken aback for a moment, then she looked happy, and hugged Song Mingwang with a smile: "Wangwang has really grown up."

Originally, she was worried that Song Mingwang would react violently, so she planned to hide it from him for a while, and then tell him after the relationship is confirmed.

Song Yulan's current date is Gao Yanchen, who is three years younger than Song Yulan. He is a standard IT elite man. His family is in this city. He graduated from a famous university with a good monthly salary, but he is unmarried.

I heard from him that it was because when I was young, I wanted to concentrate on my work and career, but when I was older, I couldn't meet the one I liked, so I picked and picked, and it's like this until now.

Song Yulan also decided to ask Song Mingwang to meet him, and arranged to have dinner at a five-star hotel in the city center. The private room she booked was at [-] pm, so Song Mingwang could come over after school.

Song Mingwang also knew about this. During physical education class, he was always thinking about the next meeting when he was standing.

Although I know that it is inevitable for Song Yulan to find another partner, it is really difficult for him to change his name to be a father at such an old age.

"Why are you so listless?" After running, Bu Tian kicked him fiercely and patted him on the shoulder.

Song Mingwang kicked the stones on the ground and remained silent.

"Have you quarreled with Brother Wang again?"

Song Ming gave him a blank look: "How is that possible."

"How can it be impossible? You have a good relationship for a while, and then you have a cold war for no reason. If you weren't a man, I would have thought there was something wrong with you two."

Thinking of Tian Mengmeng's "radar detector", Song Ming's heart sank, and he repeatedly emphasized: "He and I are just ordinary classmates."

His tone emphasized the word ordinary, but fortunately Tian Mengmeng did not recognize his 300 taels of no silver here.

Tian Mengmeng muttered: "I didn't say you are not ordinary."

Song Mingwang choked, glared at him from embarrassment, and then buried himself in writing the paper, letting Tian Mengmeng tell him to ignore him.

Summer school uniforms are still a little flimsy for the current weather, but although summer has not officially entered, some people can't wait to change into short-sleeved school uniforms and walk around the campus.

Song Mingwang is an outlier, he is still wearing a coat, wishing to wrap himself up tightly, and he will not take it off and change into short sleeves unless it is absolutely necessary.

Because his skin is very fair, plus it is delicate and slippery, the boys in the class always like to tease him about it.

Song Mingwang hated others teasing him about this, and told Cheng Wang that he was going to tan. Cheng Wang looked at him expressionlessly when he heard this, Song Mingwang was inexplicably guilty by his eyes, and finally dismissed the matter. idea.

But in all fairness, he is good-looking, but he is not feminine. At least his facial features are not delicate and indistinguishable, but natural and comfortable with just the right fit.

Although he doesn't take care of his hair very much, his black hair is always messy and curled up, and it looks very cute in addition to the slight curl.

It's just that he always has a habitual expression of sternness and displeasure. At first everyone thought he was a weirdo, although in the end he was indeed like that.

"Song Mingwang, help me report my homework to the office."

The math teacher gave orders, and as a class representative, it was of course his duty. Song Mingwang picked up the homework that almost covered his face, and walked out tremblingly.

In addition to the teacher, there are many students in the office, those who stumbled to memorize, those who bowed their heads to be scolded, and some students who were kneeling on the ground to help correct their homework.

Song Mingwang put the homework on the table, and then seriously took out the small note and put it on the top, recording everyone who didn't hand in the homework.

When I was about to leave, I heard Guo Jin's voice. He was talking to several teachers in the same grade.

"That Cheng Wang in our class may have to transfer away."

"Really? Where?"

"If this provincial basketball league is selected by the attached high school, then he may enroll as a special recruit."

"It's so powerful, but it's the attached middle school. The students there are Tsinghua University and Peking University when they go out."

"Haha, it's only possible. After all, the competition hasn't officially started yet. It's just that the higher-ups are more optimistic about him as a player."

"I've already told his uncle that his uncle is as happy as something. Yes, I can understand. If it were my child, I would have to do somersaults."

There is only one grandmother in his family, and he doesn't know much about these things when he is old. He usually talks to Uncle Cheng Huang. After all, because his two children are studying here, he specially built a new auditorium for the school.

After Song Mingwang walked out, he felt uneasy. Why didn't Cheng Wang tell him about this matter? It was related to his future. Of course, he couldn't play his temper on this kind of thing to prevent him from leaving.

He knows the importance of the college entrance examination, and also knows that studying there is equivalent to entering Tsinghua University and Peking University with half a foot.

But he didn't understand why he wanted to hide it from himself. It's not that he can't pass the exam at Tsinghua University and Peking University. He will still be in the same school at that time, and being separated for a year doesn't mean he won't be able to see each other later.

But Cheng Wang didn't mention this matter at all, did he feel that there was no need to tell himself at all?Is he really that insignificant?

After returning to the classroom, he looked around and found that Cheng Wang was not there. He asked others, good guy, he went to play again, and now he gets angry when he hears the ball.

Tian Mengmeng didn't have the talent to read his face, so he bumped into the muzzle of the gun when he was angry.

"Ming Wang, where are you going after school? Do you want to go to the bookstore with me?"

Song Mingwang's tone was blunt: "No, I have something to do after school."

"What's the matter?" Tian Mengmeng broke the casserole and asked the end.

Song Mingwang rolled his eyes: "Let's meet my mother's new boyfriend."

Tian Mengmeng watched him leave angrily, and said with a puzzled look: "Where did he get angry, who provoked him."

The tablemate who was asked shook his head: ""I don't know. "

Tian Mengmeng said to himself: "It can't really be Cheng Huang."

The tablemate retorted: "It should be impossible, Cheng Wang has been playing."

Song Mingwang has never been a person who keeps any grievances in his heart. No matter what he encounters, he likes to ask someone face to face, no matter the result is embarrassment or misunderstanding.

But he couldn't find Cheng Huang's person, and he didn't return to the classroom for the first self-study class before school. He heard from the class that he went to participate in a basketball training game.

He stood at the school gate until after school, and before getting into Song Yulan's car, he sent a message to Cheng Wang, asking if he was still playing.

Cheng Wang didn't reply until he got to the hotel entrance.

"Well, so I didn't see it just now."

"Ding—" The elevator door opened, and Song Mingwang and Song Yulan walked out of the elevator one after the other, and arrived at the floor of the reserved private room.

The narrow corridor gives people a depressing visual effect, and the soft cushions on the feet seem to sink into it every step of the way.

Normally, he would have unceremoniously complained about the decoration effect to the waiter who led the way, but now he is not in that mood.

"Is there something wrong?" Cheng Wang sent another message.

Song Mingwang thought for a while, and finally typed out a few words: "Yes, yes, but I want to tell you in person."

"Ok?"

Song Yulan pushed open the door of the private room, followed by a strange man's voice.

"Yulan, you're here, sit down."

Song Mingwang had no choice but to look away from the phone screen, put the phone in his hands and walked in.

"Yanchen, this is my son, Song Mingwang, just call him Mingwang."

Song Mingwang looked at the man in front of him. He was indeed about the same age as Song Yulan said. He was dressed formally in a suit, with regular facial features and glasses, and looked refined.

"Hello." Gao Yanchen sized up the young man in front of him, and extended his hand politely.

Song Mingwang shook his hand and quickly retreated. Seeing his reluctance, Song Yulan smiled awkwardly.

But based on what he knew about his son, he also knew that Song Mingwang could give him a lot of face by shaking him.

Gao Yanchen's smile also froze, but his good self-cultivation allowed him to quickly cover up the strangeness.

After he was seated, he started to order. Gao Yanchen politely handed the menu to Song Mingwang, asking him to order some of his favorite food.

"I can do anything." Song Mingwang looked at him, "Order some of my mother's favorite food."

Song Yulan was taken aback, looking at him with a touch of emotion, she didn't expect Song Mingwang to say that, reading a book really made a lot of sense, it seems that she has really grown up.

Gao Yanchen adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, then looked back and forth on the menu, unable to say a word for a long time.

Song Mingwang made a small face: "You don't know my mother's taste, do you?"

"How could it be?" Gao Yanchen said with a smile: "Your mother loves spicy food, right? Everyone in their place likes to eat this."

"My mother doesn't eat spicy food."

They had eaten together so many times, and with a little attention, they would be able to discover Song Yulan's eating preferences, but when he asked about it, he was completely blank, and could only guess her preferences based on Song Yulan's place of birth.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Song Yulan hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "I like spicy food a lot recently. I hope you like sweet and sour pork ribs the most. I'll ask him to order one for you, and then some egg custard."

Song Mingwang stopped talking, he could see that Song Yulan wanted to protect this man, originally he was just planning to try him out, but he found out that this man was not reliable at all, but Song Yulan liked it a lot, so there was nothing he could do about it.

He lowered his head and turned on the phone again. The message box between him and Cheng Wang was still in the conversation just now, so he didn't feel anxious when he didn't reply. He didn't know what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

A few minutes after sending the message, he received a reply, but it was just because of his voice, so Song Mingwang had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and walk out.

"Just came home from a part-time job, on the subway."

Song Mingwang put the phone to his ear and pressed play, and then a deep and cold voice rang out, with a touch of tiredness.

This distance seemed to be whispering in his ear, and he couldn't help but get red ears when he thought of this.

"I was in the hotel, eating with my mother's partner."

Cheng Wang paused, and then asked a confusing question: "Is your mother there?"

Song Mingwang felt baffled: "Of course it is."

"About what time will it end?"

Song Mingwang replied: "I don't know, maybe around nine o'clock."

Did Cheng Wang reply to the letter? Song Mingwang speculated that the subway should have arrived, so he continued to send messages on his own.

"I'm squatting outside to send you a message now, and I don't want to go back into the private room."

Cheng Wang replied, "What's wrong?"

"My mother's partner is not right at all. I can feel it. He doesn't like my mother. He looks like my mother is hot."

"Then why are you still dating your mother and meeting her family members?"

Song Mingwang whispered: "I want to know too."

Cheng Wang said: "Maybe at their age whether to love or not is not so important, only suitable or inappropriate."

Song Mingwang was unmoved: "I don't like him anyway."

Cheng Huang smiled: "It didn't make you like him, and if you don't like him, you don't like him. How long are you going to squat outside?"

Song Mingwang knew that what he said made sense, and he couldn't hide like this until the end, so he moved his numb legs, stood up with difficulty, pushed the door again and walked in.

Gao Yanchen didn't know what interesting things he said, so he made Song Yulan laugh straight away, saw him coming in, told him to look up and sit down quickly, and then turned his attention to Gao Yanchen again.

"By the way, look around." Halfway through, she seemed to think of something again, and said to Song Mingwang: "Mom will give you the key later, you go back first, I may come back later."

Song Mingwang frowned upon hearing this, looked at her and then at Gao Yanchen.

"Are you going to have premarital sex?"

Song Yulan exclaimed in surprise, wishing she could reach out her hand to cover his mouth, just now she was saying that he had changed a lot and matured, why this mouth is still the same, and from time to time she would say something surprising.

"Haha, you heard it wrong." She laughed a few times, and then said firmly to Gao Yanchen who was in a trance.

Song Mingwang curled his lips and sent a message to Cheng Wang.

"My mother may not come back tonight."

Cheng Wang seemed to understand what he meant: "Are you going to my house?"

Song Mingwang retorted: "No, you came to my house." He wanted to rebel to the end.

"..."

Cheng Wang asked again: "Where are you now?"

Song Mingwang gave a place name and said, "Jinhao Hotel."

Cheng Wang: "Do you want me to pick you up?"

Song Mingwang smiled openly: "Yes!"