Try changing my plan again?

▍So you are such Jiang Song

A table, two people, face to face.

On the table are all kinds of snacks from 56 ethnic groups in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

Just order more, what the hell is the edamame curd mixed with stinky bean juice and bean dregs! ?

Ruan Mian's eyebrows twitched even more, "These... can you eat?"

Jiang Song still looked like an old god, didn't say a word, took a piece of edamame with his chopsticks, and took a bite.

The young master's expression finally collapsed slightly.

At first, looking at his familiarity, he thought that he had experienced many battles, but in the end he was still a rookie.

Ruan Mian handed him a glass of water pityingly, "You have to work harder on this pile of biological, chemical, and weaponry..."

Jiang Song, "Don't you want to eat?"

Ruan Mian waved her hand, "That's too polite, whoever pollutes will be dealt with."

Jiang Song, "It's okay, don't be so rigid."

Ruan Mian, "???"

While speaking, Geng Wanwan swept back with a strong "fragrant wind".

The stinky tofu she held in her hand was so destructive and refreshing, it seemed like it brought the whole sewer.

Ruan Mian, "You bought a bowl of Xiang!?"

Jiang Song, "...I didn't see it, Miss Geng has a strong taste."

Geng Wanwan pulled away the chair nonchalantly, biting the straw to sip the milk tea, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right while sipping.

She looked up at Jiang Song with black question marks all over her head, "I remember...it seems that no one mentioned my last name just now, right?"

Jiang Song, "Yes."

"Then how did you know?"

"We met, at your father's birthday party."

Geng Wanwan almost missed the stinky tofu in his mouth.

How long ago was that! ?

Wait, when was the birthday party?

Even this girl can't remember the year of the monkey for a while, but this person can remember what the old man's daughter looks like on her birthday?

What's more, she has always hated that kind of occasion, and was forced to go out for a walk. Was there 10 minutes before and after?

It took Geng Wanwan a long time to withdraw the wonderful expression on his face. He was about to speak, but he heard Ruan Mian on the side say faintly, "You can still recognize her after she is done like this, amazing."

Of course Ruan Mian didn't know that Jiang Song's meeting had been separated for at least a year, but she didn't think it was too surprising. It's just that Geng Wanwan's current virtues can't be compared with the evening dresses worn by high-society young ladies at banquets. dime relationship.

Jiang Song was unafraid, picky and continued to eat his food.

This table of food, after the chickens have finished eating the rice, the dogs have finished licking the noodles, and the candles have burned out the locks, they may be wiped out.

Ruan Mian's combat effectiveness was low, and he put down his chopsticks before eating a few mouthfuls. Jiang Song tasted a little of each, and was soon full. He rested his chin in one hand and didn't know what he was thinking, leaving only Geng Wanwan to fight alone.

Geng Wanwan's stomach was round, and with something stuffed in his mouth, he accused Jiang Song inarticulately, "You are a man, and a man should be responsible for the dishes he ordered. If you waste food, you will be punished by God."

Jiang Song, "Yes."

Geng Wanwan, "..."

Jiang Song, "Boss, please pack."

The shop where they finally sat down was a lean middle-aged man who saw the table full of take-away food and said with a smile, "I can pack things for you, but I didn't buy so many things from my house." , I can't do it."

Jiang Song took out a red ticket and handed it to the shop owner very politely, "I understand, please do me a favor."

Ruan Mian seems to have noticed a small detail while handing and taking money.

He realized it when he was shopping around just now, Jiang Song seemed to be very resistant to physical contact with people, even if he accidentally rubbed his hand when picking up something, it seemed very uncomfortable.

Moreover, along the way, Jiang Song has been quietly avoiding pedestrians.

He never showed any dislike or displeasure, and he still had that polite look, but Ruan Mian is a man of this level, and his forbearance can be discovered from his micro-expression.

But it's normal. I heard that many children from rich families are like this. It's not because of cleanliness, or because they have been indifferent since childhood, and they rarely have any close contact with their parents. After a long time, they must not be used to being too close to others.

Ruan Mian is deeply convinced of her own judgment, and will keep a polite and safe distance when passing things to Jiang Song or walking with him.

After dinner, Geng Wanwan took a taxi home by himself.

It's the same thing to let Ruan Mian send him off every time. It's his master, and he can do whatever he wants, but Jiang Song is an outsider.

Ruan Mian said that Geng Yuanjia didn't have to worry at all, and she secretly wrote down the license plate number of the taxi before she left, and told him to tell him when she got home.

Geng Wanwan sighed old-fashionedly, "My master is always duplicity."

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, "Hurry up and get lost."

After eating and drinking enough, Ruan Mian started to feel sleepy when she got in the car, and dozed off in the co-pilot with a bunch of packing boxes in her arms.

The lights of the street lamps retreating rapidly on both sides flickered on and off, and a small gap was left in the car window, allowing the spring night breeze to come in softly.

Ruan Mian leaned against the edge of the window with her head tilted, her eyelashes covering her lower eyelids, trembling slightly, and a few strands of fluffy and soft short hair were blown up, swirling around the top of her head.

Jiang Song glanced at him indifferently, reached out and turned down the already soft music.

The scene was quiet for less than 10 minutes when the phone rang suddenly.

Ruan Mian trembled in fright, almost jumped up and overturned the takeaway boxes on the car.

The music for the incoming call was "Pathetic". Ruan Mian rubbed his eyes angrily, feeling that it was really appropriate.

He has long been tortured out of phone phobia, so the ringtones are always changed every three days, because no matter how pleasant the tune is, as long as he uses it for a few days, he will feel like hugging his head when he listens to it again.

He was startled when he saw the name of the caller, and a sense of ominous premonition ran up his spine and turned into a layer of cold sweat.

Before he could feel uneasy for too long, the guillotine that should have fallen finally fell.

His middle-aged Goddess on the other end of the phone said, "Xiao Ruan, I think my cloakroom is still not big enough. You should think of a way to make it bigger. Also, let's change the study room back to the first floor."

Ruan Mian gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to stabilize her emotions, "If I remember correctly, we seem to be starting work tomorrow morning?"

The Goddess didn't feel embarrassed at all, "So I'm going to trouble you to work overtime at night and change the drawings a little bit."

Ruan Mian's face was full of desire to kill the whole family, but her tone remained gentle, "Okay, I'll change it for you when I get home."

"It's a big night, thank you for your hard work."

"Where it is, it should be."

Jiang Song was dumbfounded while listening.

The skills of these two three-edged honey-belly swords are really perfect.

When Ruan Mian hung up the phone viciously, Jiang Song looked at him and teased half-jokingly, "It seems that I have to be careful when I call you in the future."

Ruan Mian pinched the phone, busy tossing and sinking in the abyss of resentment, failed to understand what he meant, and the reflection arc circled the earth before returning to the origin.

"Ah? What do you want to pay attention to?"

The author says:

Oops, I forgot to set the time, I am late QAQ