unknown in time

Chapter 2 Wedges
As soon as Han Zheng returned to the apartment, the phone in his pocket rang, and as soon as he pressed the answer button, a clear and crisp female voice came from the phone, "A Zheng, Dad promised to let me come to work with you, that's great. , so we can be together again."

Han Zheng leaned against the door frame in a dispirited manner, listening to the soft whispers on his phone, and reached out to unbutton his shirt. After a long time, he didn't undo a single button.

"A Zheng, did you miss me when you went to City G?"

Han Zheng pulled off his collar: "What do you think?"

Hearing a satisfactory answer on the other end of the phone, he smirked.

Before going to bed, Han Zheng poured a glass of milk to drink.

The night was as quiet as water, and he suddenly thought of that woman, she was so handsome and beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes fluttered when she smiled, as if the whole world was brighter and brighter, but that should be her from a long, long time ago.

Zhou Shangshang is Song Qian's older sister in name, that is, she is still friends with Su Yinzheng, even though she is famous, there are still a lot of boys eager to take over Su Yinzheng's position, such as XXX, XXX, Han Zheng, XXX... …

The new official has just taken office, and there are far more meals than work. After a few days, Han Zheng is a little tired of coping. In fact, he has not been in a good state these years, and he is prone to fatigue and fatigue with people and things.

In the afternoon, Han Zheng was called by Wei Shengchang to finish discussing several real estate development projects in City G. When he was about to get off work, Han Zheng packed up his things, got down from the administrative building, and drove to the airport in City B.

There was supposed to be a dinner in the evening about the investors of the recent A-line subway project in City G, but Han Zheng and Wei Shengchang evaded whether he would go to the evening dinner.

"I have a friend coming over, she is not familiar with G City, I need to pick her up."

"Girlfriend?" Chief Wei rarely gossips.

Han Zheng didn't deny it. When Han Zheng left, Wei Shengchang asked the secretary in surprise, "Does Han Zheng really have a girlfriend?"

If Wei Shengchang had a prejudice against Han Zheng at the beginning, but after a few days of getting along, whether it was inspections at work or sneak observations at the wine table, Han Zheng gave him a good impression that he did things properly and did not put on airs.Before, Han Zheng was prejudiced because of the identity behind him, but now he appreciates his calmness and humility even more.

Han Zheng observed the road conditions, turned his head, and when the car drove into the main road, the cell phone on the co-pilot rang again. Han Zheng held the steering wheel with one hand and answered the call with the other.

"Wait for about half a quarter of an hour, and I'm already on my way." He said, looking forward, his low tone was much gentler than the formulaic tone in his previous work.

Song Qian held her mobile phone at the airport and complained to Han Zheng about the bad service attitude of a stewardess. After speaking, she pouted childishly: "I want to curse her that there are no seasoning packets in the instant noodles she buys in the future."

Han Zheng said "um", and when he hung up the phone, he happened to meet a red light at an intersection. He turned on the FM, and the voice of the city was playing in it. Listen carefully, it's just that the background music makes Han Zheng feel familiar. After thinking about it, it's an old song from the 80s, and someone likes it very much.

Han Zheng came back to his senses, stepped on the accelerator and drove on the airport road.

After parking the car with the toll slip, Han Zheng hadn't arrived at the arrival hall when the phone rang again.

Han Zheng pressed the connect button: "Xiaoqian, I'm already here."

Song Qian was sitting on the co-pilot, poking her head out of the car window for a while, and tilting her head for a while to look at Han Zheng: "A Zheng, I want to have a good dinner."

Han Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, half-jokingly: "I won't treat you badly."

Song Qian wanted to step forward and hug Han Zheng: "Ah Zheng is the best for me."

Han Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't move around, I'm not good at driving."

Song Qian stuck out her tongue and sat down peacefully.

Dinner was Cantonese cuisine at a private vegetable shop. Han Zheng didn't eat much because of his poor appetite, and Song Qian didn't eat much because he lost weight. The dishes he ordered were basically placed on the mahogany dining table as they were.

After the meal, Han Zheng accompanied Song Qian to buy some daily necessities. When paying the bill, Song Qian secretly dropped a few boxes of family planning supplies in the shopping basket. Han Zheng glanced at the condoms in the basket lightly, without any fluctuation in expression.

Back at the apartment, Han Zheng asked Song Qian to go to bed first, while he went to work in the study. It was dark outside, because the windows were not closed properly, and the wind from the tall buildings rustled the documents on the desk.

"Squeak—" Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Song Qian, who had taken a shower, came in with a cup of green tea, wearing a white shirt taken from Han Zheng's closet.

Han Zheng got up and took the cup in her hand: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Qian shook her head, put her arms around his waist, her strong waist made her blush, "A Zheng, I miss you."

"Want?" Han Zheng asked, his tone still gentle.

Song Qian didn't answer, she just tiptoed and kissed Han Zheng's neck. Han Zheng put a little distance between him and Song Qian, then picked her up and walked to the next room.

　A lot of emotion was invested in this story at the beginning, but the understanding of marriage is now different from the original feeling.

　　If I were to write this story now, there would be some changes in many places.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)