Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening looked at the two extremely excited people in front of her with vigilance, her eyes full of wariness.

"Xie Zitao, I don't know him. As I said just now, you got the wrong person."

got the wrong person?

Xie Mingyuan and Xie Zitao glanced at each other subconsciously, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for them to mistake the person they have longed for, not to mention that they do not want to believe that there are people like Song Yuening in this world.

While the two were stunned, Song Yuening held Song Nian'an in her arms and walked towards the crowd swiftly.

Her steps were so fast that she left the two of them behind in just a blink of an eye.

It wasn't until they walked out of the street that Song Yuening slowed down.

"I was scared to death. I didn't expect to encounter such a weirdo the first time I went down the mountain."

Song Yuening breathed out a breath of breath, and her words were heard by Song Nianan in her arms.

Because of her running away, Song Nian'an had been obediently leaning into her arms without saying a word since the beginning, for fear that she would affect the direction of Song Yuening's running away.

Now that he heard Song Yuening's words, Song Nian'an tilted his head and spoke thoughtfully.

"Mom, do you really think that brother and uncle just now are bad people?"

After hearing this, Song Yuening lowered her head and looked at the little girl with swollen cheeks in her arms. She couldn't help but stretched out her index finger and tapped the center of her forehead twice.

"Otherwise? Don't you think they are bad people? Has Nian An forgotten what mother taught you before?"

Song Nian'an shook his head, so serious that he was a little cute.

"I haven't forgotten it. My mother said that when you encounter bad people, you should run away quickly, you can't talk to strangers, and you can't ask for strangers' things. If you have any problems, you should go to the police. I have kept these in mind!"

"But I think the uncle and brother just now are really strange. They act as if they know you, mom. Mom, do you really not know them?"

When Song Nian'an said this, Song Yuening also felt a little strange.

but……

Song Yuening came back to her senses and gently poked Song Nian'an on the cheek who looked curious.

"Of course I don't know them, idiot. Don't think about it. If I really knew them, would they look like that just now?"

Song Nian'an recalled Song Yuening's alert state when facing the two of them, and nodded obediently.

"But mom, why do they have such expressions?"

His expression was like seeing a family member who had been missing for a long time, excited and a little sad at the same time.

That kind of expression was really too heavy for Song Nian'an, who was still young.

"Idiot, have you forgotten what your Uncle Lu said before we went down the mountain?"

"He said that the scammers in the mountains have endless tricks. The most common one is to pretend that you are a good friend who hasn't seen you for a long time, get close to you, and then find a way to defraud you of the most important thing."

Song Nian'an listened, but still didn't believe it in his heart.

"But, they both dress so nicely and look so handsome, so that shouldn't be the case, right?"

Song Yuening put Song Nian'an back on the ground, reached out to hold her soft little hand, and walked slowly forward along the street.

She laughed and teased Song Nian'an: "You are so handsome at a young age. I really don't know what you will be like when you grow up, and I don't know who your personality has followed."

Song Nian'an said "hum" unconvinced.

"Of course it's my stupid mother. Doesn't my mother also like to look at handsome guys?" Song Yuening almost immediately corrected her: "That's called appreciating beauty normally."

The mother and daughter walked forward while bickering.

Song Yuening was multitasking. She looked at the shops on both sides of the street and felt that everything in City A was so strange yet familiar to her.

It seems that Lu Songran is right. She is really a local of City A. Otherwise, how could she feel as safe as returning home as soon as she comes here?

After taking Song Nian'an to have lunch, Song Yuening took Song Nian'an back to their temporary apartment in City A.

Song Nianan was still sleepy and yawned as soon as she had lunch. As soon as she entered the door, Song Nianan walked towards the bedroom with half-closed eyes as if wandering, not forgetting to warn Song Yuening as he walked.

"Mom, Nian'an went to take a nap. Don't forget to catch up on your sleep when you finish your work later. Good afternoon."

Song Yuening responded and followed her into the bedroom. He looked at her side face as she lay down and covered herself with the quilt obediently and fell asleep. After placing a kiss on her forehead, she quietly closed the door and walked out. .

She walked into the study room and turned on the computer. After logging in to her social account, she began to browse the messages sent to her by others.

The message at the top was from her assistant.

"Designer Song, are you available now? Can I confirm with you your current residence?"

Song Yuening's eyes stayed on the other party's name for her, and she sighed helplessly.

"No need to go to so much trouble, just call me Teacher Song. I just came down from the mountain and I am in City A now. What can I do?"

This assistant was her new recruit. Everything was fine there, but there was only one thing that gave her a headache.

That is, he is a little too serious.

Just because she is so well-known as a designer now, he respects her very much and calls her "Designer Song" every time.

This made Song Yuening, an easy-going person, feel particularly awkward.

Soon, the message sent by Song Yuening was displayed as read.

After the word "typing" next to the assistant's avatar pulsed for a few seconds, a message soon came.

"Did you just finish your trip?"

This sentence is not without purpose. After all, Song Yuening's personal account contains many photos of natural scenery. Anyone would think that she is traveling around.

Looking at this line of writing, Song Yuening sighed softly and typed a reply.

"No, I just came down the mountain."

No one may believe it, but although she has been living in the mountains for the past few years, she has not lived a life of isolation and detachment from the world.

Lu Songran is a very different Taoist disciple. He is even more avant-garde than some of the high-intensity surfing netizens Song Yuening saw on the Internet.

Under his influence, Song Yuening certainly couldn't be that "old-fashioned" person who doesn't touch electronic devices.

By chance, she showed off her unique design talent. From that day on, Lu Songran encouraged him to learn some knowledge along with his hobbies and find his life goals.

Because of Lu Songran, she was very interested in some traditional Chinese culture, and combined with the remaining knowledge in her mind, she began to get involved in the design industry.

It was originally just an activity started as a hobby, but unexpectedly it actually became something famous.

The series of Chinese-style cheongsam she designed quickly became popular in the industry. The most representative crane cheongsam was inspired by her in the back mountains.

And she went down the mountain this time, partly because she wanted to find her lost memory, and partly because she wanted to talk to her assistant about the details of her work face to face.

After all, it is too troublesome to communicate online all the time. Even Song Yuening, an easy-going and not picky person, feels a little tired, let alone others. (End of chapter)