The end result was that Rong Qian invited Yan Lang to have a wonton at a corner of the old street downstairs. Because Yan Lang's calm acceptance attitude, the two got along with each other after a meal, Rong Qian was obviously much more relaxed.

Yan Lang rode a tricycle and took Rong Qian to pay the electricity bill. The rain was much lighter now, but the sky was gloomy. You can tell at a glance that Nancheng has indeed ushered in this autumn rainy period this year.

According to previous years' experience, the continuous rain will take at least about the next week.

"I'll just go there and take the bus back by myself. I'm really bothering you this afternoon."

Rong Qian was arranged by Yan Lang to sit in a tricycle to help him guard the fruit. When Yan Lang paid the fee and returned the card to her, Rong Qian thanked him again.

Yan Lang was about to speak, but the phone in his pocket started to frighten him. The conversation was paused. Yan Lang answered the phone. It was his old man who called and asked if Yan Lang had met him.

Yan Lang was speechless, turned his head and somehow saw Rong Qian sitting in his second-hand tricycle drooping his head and fumbled to insert the electric card into his wallet.

Rong Qian is petite, probably about 1.6 meters tall, and standing next to Yan Lang, it is at her chest.

The man is short and slender, as if a gust of wind is slightly stronger and he will have to blow away.

Rong Qian is so handsome that her face is the size of a palm, her eyebrows are curved and her nose is small, and her mouth is a little fleshy, but she is also small. She looks petite and delicate, which makes people think of the word "little bird depends on others".

At this time, the cute little bird was sitting there quietly with his eyebrows down and his eyes glad to his eyes. Yan Lang felt a little moved. He said something on his mouth and laughed, "Dad, don't say it, I think I really met."

The old god was already preparing to throw out the next words, and the old comrade Yan Guo, who was leisurely leaning on the sofa and watching the news on a tablet, sat up straight, and his tone was serious and serious to confirm that he had not listened. "Have you really met? Yan Lang, you are not allowed to joke about this!"

Li Defang, who was mopping the floor next to him, was puzzled and asked, "What did you really meet? Is it my son? What did your son meet? Hey, you! What's wrong with us?"

Yan Lang felt a little embarrassed after saying that, and secretly glanced at Rong Qian who had already put something on and saw him in the direction of his voice. He coughed twice and cleared his throat to hide his guilt. He vaguely stabilized his father first, "Really Dad, but he may not be happy. I will tell you when I come back, that's it, I'll just die first."

Yan Suguo finally came back to his senses when the old woman came over anxiously to ask questions. She put down the phone, but did not dare to say what he said to his son last time.

He had already lied at that time, and now he confessed that there is absolutely no preferential treatment for him that is "leniency".

"Your son said he met his favorite girl outside."

Yan Suguo pretended to be calm and calm, and then calmly stood up and took the tea jar, saying that he wanted to go to the guard room to chat with someone, and he ran away openly.

Well, after a while, I went to Lao Lou for dinner, and then went downstairs to have a walk around to digest food, so it was almost time to go to the night shift directly.

As for the son whom he came back later, he had to face his old woman's interrogation and investigation?

Hi, anyway, it’s my biological child, so it’s definitely not bad. The old woman can only talk and ask for a few hours of nagging, how old the woman is, how old the woman is, how many people in the family will ask if she needs one or two children in the future. It’s okay.

When Rong Qian heard Yan Lang shouting "Dad", she knew that he was calling home. Although it was not easy to avoid it, she still left her face and distracted her attention and politely refused to listen carefully.

Yan Lang quickly hung up the phone and went around the other side to get on the tricycle. "It's gone, it's not heavy. I'll send you back and set up a stall under the second bridge."

In this way, Rong Qian naturally said something else. When she went to Erqiao, she would indeed pass by where she lived. She insisted on taking the bus home by herself, which seemed too rude.

Yan Lang turned his head and looked at Rong Qian secretly, feeling more and more that Rong Qian was good. Although there is definitely no love between the two now, having a good impression of each other is a good start.

Besides, didn’t Aunt Zhang just say that Rong Qian failed to date two days ago? This shows that Rong Qian is now single.

They are both young men and women, and they are both single. Isn’t this a perfect match?

On the way to send Rong Qian back, Yan Lang turned against the quietness before, and led Rong Qian to speak all the way. From time to time, he could make Rong Qian laugh. Yan Lang saw her smiling with her eyebrows and eyes, and felt more and more that he had a very good idea just now. If he wanted to marry a wife, Yan Lang thought it would be great if he was Rong Qian like this.

Being well-behaved, gentle, considerate, delicate, kind, strong, optimistic...

More advantages are still waiting for him to slowly discover, so there is no rush.

Rong Qian only thought Yan Lang had such a temperament. Many people talked very little when they first met him. When they got to know each other, they would talk too much and would appear very humorous, but they didn't notice Yan Lang's changes at all.

Nancheng is a small city. From the old house of Rongqian to the new city, it took about 30 minutes to ride a tricycle.

When he arrived, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. Rong Qian arrived at the entrance of the community and asked Yan Lang to let him get out of the car.

"Thank you for helping me a lot today."

Rong Qian raised her hand and put the dispersed hair behind her ears. She reached out and was about to touch the cane and folding umbrella in the storage pocket under the head of the car, but someone had already taken the thing and stuffed it into her hand.

"Forget it just saying thank you? Miss Rong Qian, are we still friends?"

Yan Lang leaned over half of the bench while Rong Qian asked a question, with a little aggrieved in his tone.

Rong Qian said "Hmm?" and looked at him at a loss, not sure what he said was wrong and made him unhappy.

Yan Lang coughed, "Rong Qian, the first step in making friends is to exchange contact information."

Rong Qian suddenly realized and quickly touched the cell phone in her jacket pocket. She asked Yan Lang with some uncertainty, "Then, then I'll talk about my cell phone number first?"

Yan Lang hummed twice and laughed out loud, "Okay, you say, I'll write it down."

Rong Qian was a little nervous and reported her number, saying that she had repeatedly confirmed in her mind whether she had remembered it wrongly.

"Then I'll report my number now, you enter it and save my name, or I'll call you and ask who I am, I'm really angry."
Chapter completed!