不 浪漫 罪名

The coldness in the air was wrapped around Ting Yun's body. The moment he approached the car door, a warm and rich lavender fragrance came to his face, which was the smell of alpha pheromone. The man holding the umbrella behind him was holding the car door, looking like a gentleman His actions completely cut off his escape route.

Since he couldn't escape, Ting Yun could only glance cautiously at the back seat. The man in the back seat was approaching the other door, holding a towel in his hand, as if he had come prepared, and nodded politely when he met his eyes.

The man was just sitting in the car, Ting Yun could already feel his tall and straight stature, his expression was as gentle as his pheromone, Ting Yun found it hard to put, such an alpha did not bring him a sense of oppression.

Ting Yun inexplicably felt that the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before. Before he could think too much, the man behind him urged softly, "Mr. Ting, get in the car first."

"It's cold outside, get in the car first." The alpha in the back seat also spoke at this time.

The other party's voice gave Ting Yun a sense of security, and he sat in the car by accident. Alpha handed him a towel, and the aroma of lavender wrapped him up. , he came back to his senses.

"We... know each other?" Ting Yun held the towel and didn't dare to move around without authorization. He was surrounded by ordinary people. Manager Zhang was already considered an outstanding alpha, and the man in front of him was almost a high-quality alpha that Ting Yun could not touch.

I have already boarded someone's car, and I only asked this sentence now, it seems that everything is too late.

"Now let's get to know Mr. Ting formally." Alpha sat up straight, and stretched out his hand towards Tingyun, "My surname is Song, Song Youfang."

Song Youfang's hands looked generous and warm, Ting Yun repeated his name several times, "Song Youfang..."

Not only did he feel that Song Youfang looked familiar, but even his name... Song Youfang?This name is well-known in Jincheng, except for colleagues in the office and the boss who like to talk about it, Ting Yun just went to the hospital under Song's name to get an injection yesterday.

Song Youfang's hand was still raised in the air, intentionally waiting for Ting Yun to shake hands with him, Ting Yun hesitated for a moment before extending his hand.

"Hello." Song Youfang half-held Ting Yun's finger, the movement was very light, and then let go.

Ting Yun couldn't keep up with his words in his mind, and had no support for his hands, so he responded in a low voice, "Hello...what can I do for you?"

Ting Yun was scratching his head, and he couldn't think of any connection between himself and Song Youfang. He was just an accountant of a small company, so he couldn't help much in business, and what would require Song Youfang to do it himself?

"Send you home, is Mr. Ting free this Saturday?"

"Ah?" Ting Yun's mind went down, he couldn't understand what Song Youfang was saying.

Song Youfang pointed to the car window, calmly, "It's raining today, it's inconvenient, and it's not a holiday. I think you want to go home early to rest. Mr. Saturday Ting should have time, right?"

Every sentence of Song Youfang seemed reasonable, but after careful consideration, he didn't answer his own question directly.

Facing the unfamiliar Alpha, Ting Yun was a little cowardly and did not dare to ask again. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced out of the window, and the familiar scenery outside the car window was rapidly reversing. It was the direction of his home. Song Youfang not only knew his surname Ting, but also his family address.

If it wasn't for work, could it be that his house was about to be demolished?His parents would rather die than submit, that's why they found him?Ting Yun shook his head, quickly denying this absurd idea.

The next drive was a little too quiet. When he got off the car, Ting Yun still didn't ask his doubts. He returned the towel to Song Youfang, "Thank you, Mr. Song, I'm here."

Ting Yun's wrist tightened, and Song Youfang solemnly handed over the umbrella in his hand, "Take the umbrella."

However, after walking a few steps, the umbrella seemed a bit redundant. Unexpectedly, Song Youfang added, "Give it to me when we meet on Saturday, good night."

The aroma of lavender is so soothing, it's not as soft as what an alpha should have. Ting Yun's mind was in a mess. He couldn't figure out whether he had promised Song Youfang to meet on Saturday, and muttered: " Good night…"

Ting Yun got out of the car under the umbrella, and heard movement behind him within two steps. He looked back and saw Song Youfang got out of the car after him, standing motionless in front of the car door.

"Good night."

Ting Yun's eyebrows twitched, and he almost ran away. He hid in the elevator and quickly pressed the floor button. Did Song Youfang get out of the car to see him off just now?The only answer to him was the buzzing in his ears.

As soon as they heard the sound of the door opening, their parents didn't expect Ting Yun to meet at this time. Seeing that there were still traces of wetness on his clothes, they asked with concern, "Aren't you not coming back for dinner? Why is it so early?"

"It rained too much, so the dinner party was canceled and I forgot to call you."

"Oh, hurry up and take a shower, I'll make you some hot food." Dad took the umbrella from Ting Yun's hand, "Whose umbrella is this?"

Speaking of the umbrella, Ting Yun thought of its owner. He didn't know how to explain to his parents that he was sent home by Song Youfang, so he could only prevaricate, "Someone borrowed it from me...I'm going to take a shower."

While picking up the pajamas, Ting Yun heard his mother say, "Yesterday, I attended an old school reunion with your dad. There is a temple on the mountain that is particularly accurate in marriage. We will do the fortune telling for you..."

Before Ting Yun finished listening, he had already got into the bathroom. His mother said something about Uncle Wu's nephew outside, and now he had turned on the shower.

It's not that he's not interested in blind dates, it's that he's still immersed in Song Youfang's pheromone, and hasn't figured out Song Youfang's purpose in seeking him.

After taking a bath, Tingyun became warmer and quicker, so he simply didn't think about Song Youfang's affairs. Chicken soup was stewed at home, and the hot food was brought to the dining table. His stomach growled when he saw the steaming hot food.

"How about it? Meet your Uncle Wu's nephew on Saturday?"

Just as Ting Yun took a sip of the soup, his tongue was severely scalded by the chicken soup covered with chicken fat. He gasped, "Why is it Saturday again..."

"Be careful." Mom poured him a glass of water, "Why, do you have an appointment on Saturday?"

Ting Yun sipped his cup, "I..." He couldn't answer, did he have an appointment with Song Youfang?

Seeing that Ting was hesitating, his father made a rescue from the sidelines, "Why are you in such a hurry to let them meet, add a contact information, let's talk first, if you don't think it's suitable, you don't need to meet."

After dinner, Ting Yun slipped into his room, and put his phone on the bedside table to charge. Just in time, a message came in, and the screen lit up. He took the phone and unlocked it. It was a friend request from social software.

"Who is it?" Ting Yun muttered, it couldn't be Uncle Wu's nephew, he clicked on the friend application, and on the application message was written boldly, "Hello, I'm Song Youfang".

Ting Yun suddenly got up from the bed, just after being verified by a friend, Song Youfang's name changed to "The other party is typing..."

Song Youfang was waiting on his mobile phone to pass the friend application. Ting Yun waited for a while, but no news from Song Youfang came, so he could only take the initiative to say hello, "Mr. Song, hello."

The words "The other party is typing" have not changed. Ting Yun waited until his eyelids were twitching. He clicked on Song Youfang's profile, and the avatar was the system default avatar. There was not a single message in Moments, and even appeared on the chat interface " Don't trade lightly" is a dangerous reminder, is this a new account that you just applied for?

Just when Ting Yun was puzzled, a large paragraph of text jumped out of the white dialogue, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at using social software, and typing is a bit slow. If it's convenient, I hope I can contact Mr. Ting by voice in the future. Just to make sure, are you home yet?"

The small speaker of the voice bar is next to the input box. It seems that Song Youfang really doesn't use social software very much. Not only is typing slow, but he can't even send the voice bar.

Ting Yun first answered Song Youfang's question, "I'm already home, thank you Mr. Song for taking me back today."

Occasionally reading magazines, Ting Yun also knew that Song Youfang was nearly [-] years old, several years older than himself, and being called "you" by the other party, don't mention how awkward it sounds.

"Okay, good night then."

This was the third time Song Youfang said goodnight to Ting Yun tonight. Ting Yun couldn't bear it when he looked at the warm words through the phone screen.

"Mr. Song, can I ask you a question?"

"please say."

"Meet me on Saturday, is there something?"

Ting Yun didn't wait for Song Youfang's news, but instead waited for an unfamiliar phone call. Looking at this series of numbers, he felt a little bit in his heart. For some reason, he vaguely felt that this was Song Youfang's call.

"Hello? Mr. Ting." Sure enough.

Hearing Song Youfang's deep voice, Ting Yun couldn't tell whether he was timid or shy, and secretly regretted asking unnecessary words.

But it was obvious that Song Youfang was waiting for him to speak, so he could only stiffen his hair and ask, "What's the matter... can't we talk on the phone?"

Song Youfang had investigated him and had a clear picture of his situation, but Ting Yun had no idea of ​​his purpose, so he would inevitably be upset.

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, Song Youfang said softly, "I want to date Mr. Ting."

Ting Yun's hand was one step ahead of his brain, and he hung up the phone in a hurry. He was such a weird person, and even Song Youfang's act of sending him home still had lingering fears in his heart.

The phone lit up again, and it was Song Youfang's message, "Mr. Ting, although it's very presumptuous, I still hope you can find time on Saturday to date me."

Ting Yun wanted to delete Song Youfang's social account, but when his finger rested on the delete button, Song Youfang's message came in again, "I'll see you on Saturday, and I'll pick you up then."

This man... is too self-talking.

The scent of lavender is so soft, why did Song Youfang speak aggressively.

Ting Yun did not reply to Song Youfang, threw the phone aside, pulled the quilt over his head, and pretended that today's incident never happened.

But Saturday came quickly. When Ting Yun woke up, he habitually looked at his phone. Song Youfang, who hadn't moved much these days, sent him another message, "I'm downstairs."

Ting Yun woke up most of the time from sleepiness, got up in a hurry, and moved towards the window furtively, the weather was fine today, he squinted his eyes and looked downstairs, Song Youfang was standing in front of the car.