After kissing the professor

"Aunt Wang, I understand what you mean, but I'm not my father." Shen Jinrong frowned impatiently, tapped the wooden tabletop in front of him with his fingertips, and silently put pressure on the woman in front of him: "You don't have to talk to me Speaking of friendship, death is like a lamp going out, he has passed away, I don't care about the friendship between him and others."

"Xiao Shen! That's not what you said!" Hearing what Shen Jinrong said, Wang Dingyun, who was opposite, spoke eagerly.She looked about fifty, with high cheekbones, bright eyes, and thin lips.With her hands on the table, it is not difficult to see that she has lived a pampered life for several years.

"Then what should I say?" Shen Jinrong raised an eyebrow, one lip curled up with interest, and a pair of translucent black eyes looked at her quietly.

She looked at herself as if she was looking at a clown, which made the proud Wang Dingyun very unhappy, but now that she had something to ask her, Wang Dingyun still smiled with difficulty: "I am not someone else! I am Your father's—love."

Shen Jinrong was not hurt at all by the word "lover" in her words, she chuckled lightly: "Lover? Did he get a license with you?"

Wang Dingyun's smiling face was a little ugly. If Lao Shen got the certificate with her, why would she be here now begging Shen Jinrong for the inheritance?

"Aunt Wang, you have to be careful in being a lover. If I remember correctly, you hooked up with my mother before she died, right?" The smile in Shen Jinrong's eyes became colder, and the coldness in his eyes made Wang Dingyun shudder.This look reminded her of Old Shen.

"You! How can you talk like that!" Wang Dingyun's voice was soft and waxy. It was like that when I first met her many years ago, and it is still the same after getting older.Maybe Old Shen liked it, but this voice was not very comfortable for Shen Jinrong's ears.

"Why doesn't he marry you? Isn't it because he is afraid that you will share his property?" Although the corners of Shen Jinrong's lips were smiling, there was no smile in her eyes. , What he originally thought was to make a will when it was about to die, and then talk about the distribution of property at that time. It's just that he didn't expect—I guess you didn't expect that this day would come so soon. "

When mentioning this matter, there was no sadness in Shen Jinrong's eyes, only long-suppressed joy: "So, I'm sorry, his inheritance belongs to me and my grandma, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wang Dingyun's face was pale.

"He has given you a lot of things over the years, right? Aunt Wang, self-knowledge is important." Shen Jinrong restrained the curvature of her lips, narrowed her eyes and said, "He has already given away, I don't care, and I hope you don't." Come pester me and my grandma again, understand?"

Perhaps it was because the tone of the last three words Shen Jinrong said was too gloomy, Wang Dingyun only felt a chill rushing from behind, she trembled her lips, pointed at Shen Jinrong without saying a word for a long time, gritted her teeth, and left with her bag up.

Shen Jinrong restrained her previous expression, lowered her eyes, and took a sip of the no longer steaming coffee that was placed in front of her.

Hot Americano.

Not too bitter either.

She closed her eyes and thought, finally it's almost over.

It's a bit cold today.

She sat where she was, ordered another cup of hot Americano, and put her hands on both sides of the cup until her cold hands gradually warmed up.

The phone rang, and she opened her eyes to see that it was an unfamiliar number.

Shen Jinrong hesitated for a moment, but still picked it up.

"Hello. Who is this?"

After a short silence on the opposite side, a girl's cautious and tentative voice came: "Hello, Professor Shen, I'm Yan He."

The corners of Shen Jinrong's tightly pursed lips suddenly showed a gentle arc.

It doesn't seem too cold today.

There was no sound from Shen Jinrong on the other side of the phone for a long time. Yan He thought it was because she had a bad signal, so she sighed in annoyance. Oh kid?" Shen Jinrong held her face in one hand, and held the phone to her ear with the other, with a gentleness in her voice that she didn't even realize: "It's not good to sigh all the time at a young age."

Yan He almost jumped up, she felt her face and ears were hot, her eyes widened and she frantically turned off the hands-free, glanced at the student next to her to confirm that he didn't realize that something was wrong, then continued to hold the phone and talk : "No, no, I thought my signal was bad."

Shen Jinrong's low-pitched laughter came from the other end of the phone again, soft and tactful, like a feather brushing against Yan He's ears: "No, it's my fault."

Where is your fault?Yan He glanced around nervously, clenched his hands unconsciously, rolled his throat, and suddenly felt that he smelled the fragrance of Shen Jinrong's body - a faint citrus fragrance, mixed with the crispness of snow.

It's just that this fragrance has no temperature, it appears in the air lightly and briefly, and then disappears quickly.

There is only a little similarity, but this slight similarity is enough.

Yan He suddenly raised his head and looked around, and finally his eyes fixed on Yu Ke who was cutting up a small lime and was about to drink a frozen lemon cola.

"The kid got the gift by himself." Shen Jinrong laughed, thinking of what he said to Yan He, "If we can meet for the fourth time".

Yan He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

It seems that nothing is right, it seems that anything will break the rare tenderness at this moment.

"What's the matter?" Shen Jinrong asked Yan He first, she switched to holding the phone in her left hand, and unconsciously stirred the small spoon in the coffee cup with her right hand.

"It's like this..." Yan He turned her head subconsciously, and her eyes fell on the junior who was looking down for information. She paused and recounted the school's interview activities.In the end, she nervously waited for Shen Jinrong's answer.

Shen Jinrong tilted her head: "That's it..." Her ending sound was a little longer, and the breathy sound at the end made Yan He's ears reddened again—does my sister know it, it looks like she is acting like a baby!

"I have time now," Shen Jinrong lowered his eyes, fixedly looking at the coffee cup in front of him, his voice was gentle and soft, without any emotion.She asked, "How many of you?"

Yan He glanced at his junior again, who straightened up and looked at her expectantly.

Yan He avoided his eyes uncomfortably, and replied decisively: "Alone!"

Shen Jinrong gave a soft "hmm" and asked, "Is this your number?"

"Yes!" Yan He's heart jumped for joy.

"Okay, then I'll send you the address."

Yan He took the folder on the table, tore off his coat and walked out quickly.

"President! Sister! Me and me!" The junior stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that Yan He just abandoned himself and went directly to the interview.

Yan He didn't turn his head back: "I'm going to interview! You write the manuscript!"

Junior:? ? ?

The junior was moved:! ! !The president entrusted me with an easy job!