old lily no spring

Recently, many event planning companies have lost to themselves.Xiao Jiu said that she wanted to open up a new business, and she was busy eating and talking with people for a long time. When it was basically finalized, she said, "I have invested in a model agency."

Song Han raised his head from the screen, pondered Xiao Jiu's words, and said with a cold nasal voice, "You are really rich." With such a large industry span, Xiao Jiu either has model resources or customer resources, but it can't be seen from the sports event operating company. Based on the above two points, she is very rich.

"It's not a pheasant company, but it's just started a few years ago. The boss and I have a good relationship." After a pause, "I met when I was in junior high school." Xiao Jiu spent his youth, "Except I have lived a long life without being married or having children. I have saved some contacts and money.”

Looking forward to the future of the company, "So you can't miss someone like Xiao Huahua with long legs."

It turned out that she still insisted on signing Ge Hua when the women's sports were in such a downturn.Song Han came back to his senses, "Does Ge Hua know?"

"I told her, but didn't go into details. Wasn't it just preparing for this matter at that time? I just wanted to sign a sports agency contract first, cover the market first, and transfer it later." Xiao Jiu leaned on Song Han's desk Qianqian smiled, "Of course, I won't force that child." Seeing that Song Han still couldn't let go, Xiao Jiu's round cheeks smiled even more, "Song Han, you who have been teachers are very exclusive about students. Want it?"

The other teachers, Song Han, didn't know about it, and she absolutely didn't.She stretched out her hand and explained solemnly as if chopping vegetables, "That's called being responsible. The students I have taught can't let go of it, and I don't want them to take detours."

"Xiao Huahua must have Zhou Zheng in her bones. She won't take detours. She is destined to take a narrow path." Xiao Jiu looked at Song Han, "You may have to choose between two things: the lively college men's basketball league Which one do you want to participate in, compared to the sparsely populated women's league?" There is also a difference in rewards and benefits, and this Song Han also knows.She didn't hesitate, "It's from the women's team."

"Hey, Xiao Songhan is also a narrow door." Xiao Jiu praised her, happy to finally push out the project that no one wanted to take.The men's event was a steal.

Song Han spread her hands, meaning that she couldn't walk through the narrow door.He didn't even come out of the cabinet door.It's not that she doesn't want to do men's sports, it's just that there are countless girls sweating for the sports she loves, Song Han feels that she shouldn't do something at this time.People with a strong sense of morality tend to be Madonnas. Songhan's Madonna disease has improved a bit in the past two years, but it has not yet been eradicated: her natural affection and empathy for women is still flowing in her veins.

Because she had a fever and dizziness today, she only stayed at the company for half a day today.After get off work, he took two subways and got off near E University. Thinking that next week would be his mother Lu Mengfei's birthday, Song Han went to the commercial complex next to the subway station.Siwujia Shopping Center is located outside the circular underground plaza. Song Han first sat on the stone bench in the plaza and ate the [-]% off sandwiches bought by the whole family.During the Spring Festival, her mother gave her a sum of New Year's money, which was enough to cover her living expenses for a year.Song Han knew that she was still worried that her daughter would not live comfortably outside.After saving the New Year's money, she still lived a simple life, which was a habit nurtured by Lu Mengfei since she was a child.

Maybe it was crushed in the bag, the cut of the sandwich with ham, lettuce and eggs was dry, Song Han picked up the fallen lettuce leaves and put them in his mouth.Leisurely eating lunch in the spring breeze, casually looking at the occasional people in the square.

She was wearing a beige coat, with her hair hanging down and a lemon-yellow bowler hat with a hole in it.At this time, a little boy with a trembling face approached, pointing at Song Han's hat and laughing, slobbering and letting out a milky laugh.The child was also wearing a bowler hat, no wonder he noticed Song Han.

"Your hat is also pretty." Song Han took a bite of the sandwich, and smiled at the child while chewing.

The little boy grinned, and ran to the left to find his parents. Song Han looked in the direction he was running, but saw Isabella holding the child's hand.Her long hair has been cut into clean short hair with oblique bangs, her face is slightly fatter than Song Han's impression, her figure has hardly changed, and even her dressing style still maintains her boyfriend style.A gray sweater is wrapped in a large down jacket, and running shoes are worn under the jeans. She looks like a simple mother with a baby.When she saw Song Han, her originally sunny expression froze suddenly, and then she smiled brightly, "Song Han?"

Wiping the corner of her mouth, Song Han stood up, "Teacher Song." She didn't expect to meet Isabella and her son here.

"It's sunny today, and I don't have class, so I took the child out to bask in the sun." Isabella put the little boy on a leash around his waist, approached Song Han, and looked at him, "You've really grown up a lot."

One of Song Han's regrets in the past two years is not attending her wedding.Originally, there was nothing wrong between the two of them, but it was Song Han who had been talking about it in his heart for several years and couldn't put it all down. In the end, he could only send out that congratulatory message pretending to be bright.

The child started to run wildly around his mother and Songhan, and looked up from time to time to see the reactions of the two adults.Song Han held the unfinished food, "Because I'm not young anymore." It would be great if the texture of the mustard was made of water, it could evaporate silently under the sun.Songhan's grudge composition is regret and shame. Their volume has been washed away by seven years, but they have left colorful colors.So she was still a little nervous when facing Isabella at this time, "Your wedding... I'm sorry I was inconvenient at that time."

"Supporting education, right, and sponsoring a girl who dropped out of school to run away from home." Song Han's story has spread all over the circle of friends, even Isabella knows about it.When she smiled, she had the same brilliance of wisdom as in class, "As expected of you." The words came out of her mouth so clearly that Song Han felt his teeth gnaw lightly, and his heart was half relieved.

As expected of you, you dare to confess to the teacher.As expected of you, you will help people escape.

This is the sophistication of adults, and Song Han's bitterness can be dispelled with just one sentence.

Isabella sat on the stone bench opposite Song Han, staring at the child from time to time, and Song Han from time to time, "The child is one year and two months old, active, and likes beautiful things." She looked at Song Han's hat with a smile, "It matches you very well." After chatting casually about Song Han's study, Isabella looked at her watch, "Sorry Song Han, I have to take him back to eat, or he will cry no matter where he is if he is very hungry " She got up and said goodbye to Song Han, "Let's drink coffee when we have time, and listen to you talk about supporting teachers." The smile is amazingly well-crafted, without the majesty of a teacher, the intimacy of a best friend, and no weird feelings. discomfort.

Song Han was still savoring that appropriate smile after she left.People can be generous and calm enough to make others so comfortable. In front of Isabella, an adult, Song Han is still a child.It's so interesting, the confession she had been obsessed with failed, and was lightly wiped by Isabella, leaving only a few reckless echoes of her youth.Song Han no longer felt ashamed, she liked Isabella, but the other party only treated her as a student.She confessed, but the other party politely refused.It's such a simple thing, it's boring to play hide-and-seek in the past.Song Han felt that his past self was ridiculous.

Then for Ge Hua, his sense of distance is not handled well.She didn't pull the two of them apart, nor did she seem to draw them closer.It seemed to have been tangled up with a lot of twine indiscriminately, but fortunately it was not cut or messed up.But how did Ge Hua attract her attention and sympathy?The mother-in-law Song Han instructed Ge Hua how to apply the medicine so that there would be no scars on her face. She sneakily turned out the pig's face on the road and took a few glances, then took out the fanfactory again with trepidation, thinking of Xiao Jiu's ridicule, and then hurriedly Tuck it in.

Song Han was in the square, listening to the drunken wind above his head, thinking something was wrong.It was obvious that I met Isabella, and after saying goodbye for a few minutes, Ge Hua was left in my mind.

Ge Hua's running shoes were worn out, and Song Han asked for the size of his feet and bought two pairs in advance to send them over.Ge Hua said that she performed normally, and Song Han studied the score line of the college entrance examination in province S several times in the past ten years.Ge Hua took a picture of a bunch of light yellow winter jasmine flowers, and she went back to the teaching building of Zhang E University and held up her mobile phone to change angles to capture the cherry blossoms.Ge Hua's language is so-so, with about [-] points, but there is an air of attachment in the internal organs, sticking between the lines, Song Han clearly sniffed it out, but still didn't point it out.

Or there was no such aura in the first place, but Song Han forcibly added the scene.She is such a monster.Obsessively obsess over what you can’t get, pretend not to know what you want to get, and forcibly hypnotize what you feel.

It is because of Ge Hua that women empathize with women to participate in women's projects.Why imitate Isabella's coolness and keep a distance, she still pampers herself while being hypocritical?What visits the students who take the exam and who plays with the exams, it's because her gonads at the age of 25 just like the sweetness of little girls.

Song Han said three words in his mind: no, no, no, no, no, and finished the rest of the sandwich.She asked Xiao Jiu, who has rich experience in being a threesome or a real girlfriend, "Sister Jiu, how can you tell if you really have a crush on someone?"

"Thinking in my mind, if the electric companion can continue to be strong, then it will be." Xiao Jiu mentioned the importance of the unity of her soul and spirit.

That's not the case, Song Hanxin said, thinking of that underage, she couldn't even press the switch.Song Han wiped the sweat off his nose, and walked into a newly opened shopping mall. The basement floor happened to be a street for sports brands, and the handsome sportswear was especially paired with long legs and fair complexion.Song Han stood in front of the model for a long time, and the shopping guide who didn't want to disturb her asked, "Do you want to try it?"

"You can try it when you become an adult." Songhan's head was distracted by the fever, and her typical adult face was facing the somewhat puzzled shopping guide, "I mean my child." Lu Songhan showed an adult's guilty and greasy smile, Then he looked at the shopping guide with even more surprised eyes, and added extra words: "She is 1.8 meters five."