Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

Pei Ming didn't want to say it, but Lin Song's smile made one's heart shudder.

At this moment, he suddenly realized what it was like to be strict with a husband who was often discussed by the secretary in the office.

"Ahem, it's just that I found someone to find him a job, and it's not a big deal." Pei Ming said simply, and at the same time he was glad that he didn't take care of Zheng Wan's affairs, otherwise it would be even more unclear now.

"Really? You handled the Zhou family's affairs behind my back, so that they didn't have the energy to trouble me. Speaking of which, I should thank you."

"Come on, Brother Ming, I'll toast you with tea instead of wine." The smile on Lin Song's face deepened, and he waved his teacup towards Pei Ming.

With the most gentle tone and the most ruthless words, Pei Ming's uneasiness in his heart expanded infinitely at this moment.

He smiled sheepishly: "Well, Song Song, listen to my explanation."

Lin Song raised his eyebrows: "Explain, why do you have to explain, what you did is a good thing."

He still had that smile on his face, Pei Ming thought to himself while trembling, could it be that he was thinking too much?Lin Song is not angry?

Lin Song was very normal during the meal, and they even watched a movie in the afternoon. Just when Pei Ming forgot about it and thought it was over, Lin Song left him and went out alone.

Pei Ming:! ! !

"I'll take the bus back. You can drive by yourself. I'll calm down for a while." Lin Song said, looking at Pei Ming a little annoyed. Happy, but I have to dodge for trouble is very annoying.

I just don't want to see Pei Ming.

Anyway, Xu Yitian is still in the detention center now, and Ren Lang probably has troubles and has no time to come to him. The outside world is very safe, and it is safer to have more people on the bus.

Pei Ming has never seen such things as public transport outside. Even when he was a child, he always took Pei's father's private car when he went out. He has never experienced the feeling of taking a public transport.

Seeing that Lin Song had already arrived at the bus stop, Pei Ming frowned and hurried to follow.

"Song Song, be good, stop making trouble, let's go back."

On a hot day, few people went out to shop, and there were only two people on the platform. Pei Ming didn't care about other people's opinions, so he pulled Lin Song and wanted to leave.

But this time Lin Song was really a little angry, and the unknown fire was stuck in his heart and felt uncomfortable.

Why should he put up with the whole family of the Zhou family? They didn't bother him anymore, but the price was paid by Pei Ming.

"I'm not making a fuss, I just want to calm down and we'll talk when we get back." Just as the bus was coming, Lin Song pushed Pei Ming away and walked onto the bus by himself.

As soon as the bus door opened, there was a smell of sweat.

Lin Song had already gone up there, and Pei Ming stood at the door, hesitating between going up and not going up.

"Young man, can you sit? The car is about to start." The driver honked the horn, "Hurry up in summer, it's hot when you open the door."

"If he won't come, please close the door, master." Lin Song said, and he waved goodbye to Pei Ming by the way.

Just when Lin Song finished speaking, Pei Ming stepped forward boldly.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you young man, first you blocked the door and now you don't pay for the bus, I don't know that you have to pay for the bus."

Seeing Pei Ming coming up, the driver walked inside, yelling in dissatisfaction.

It costs 2 yuan to vote on the bus and [-] yuan to swipe the card.

Whether it's a card or change, Pei Ming doesn't have any, and Mr. Ba's wallet has the smallest denomination red ticket.

Pei Ming took out a red one and was about to throw it in. Lin Song glanced at it and hurried over to stop this prodigal behavior.

"I got it for him." Lin Song took out his mobile phone, found the QR code and swiped it at the machine.

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