My husband is a boss after a flash marriage

"What should I do?" Hu Bolin said with a smile: "Do I have to get a full facelift? Or should I learn to match like a gangster? Let your sister like me?"

Then he spread his hands helplessly.

No matter what, it's useless.

People who like you will naturally not care so much.

People who don't like you, it's useless to say anything.

"I just remind you, since you don't have any ideas, forget it." Song Yun said lightly, he didn't think Hu Bolin was a good match for his sister, after all, Hu Bolin's family situation was not perfect.

Hu Haotian and Gao Yaqi's divorce may not have a big impact on Hu Bolin, but for Song Tang, this is another imperfect family, which makes it difficult for her to get out.

Hu Bolin: "Let it be."

He was also afraid that his family situation would hurt Song Tang.

Besides, Song Tang didn't seem to like him.

Compared to Hu Bailin's indifference, Han Jinci has not been doing very well recently. He has been thinking about Song Yun's words, so he often gets distracted. Even when he visits Song Rongrong, he seems out of shape.

"Jinci?"

"Brother Jinci?"

"Brother Jinci, what's wrong with you?"

Song Rongrong asked, always feeling that Han Jinci feels a little bit wrong recently. He has always been in a depressed state and has no interest in anything.

"It's okay." Han Jinci shook his head.

But it doesn't look like he's okay.

"Brother Jinci, if you have anything wrong, you must tell me." Song Rongrong smiled slightly, approached Han Jinci, and said, "We are boyfriend and girlfriend."

Han Jinci nodded when he heard this.

Yes, they are boyfriend and girlfriend.

"I just asked my assistant to prepare some drinks. I hope I can prepare some for all your friends in the same crew." Han Jinci glanced at his phone and said, "It should be here soon. I'll go out for a while."

Song Rongrong smiled sweetly: "Okay."

When Han Jinci went out, her face changed immediately.

Han Jinci has become a little strange recently.

Here, after Han Jinci came out, he went straight to the underground garage, looking at the contacts on his phone, hesitating whether to call or not.

If I really misunderstood, I should ask clearly.

Isn't it?

When I thought about it, the call had already been dialed.

After a while, the other side picked up.

The words were cold and formal: "Hello, Song Tang."

As if he didn't know who was calling here.

"Song Tang, this is Han Jinci. If you have time, can we meet? I have something to ask you." Han Jinci didn't speak as tough as that night, and even had a hint of invitation.

Maybe deep down, he was also afraid of being rejected.

"If you have anything to say, just say it on the phone. I'm very busy here and I don't think I have time to meet you." Song Tang's tone was still businesslike, without any easing.

Han Jinci paused, as if he was organizing his words.

Then he said, "Some things cannot be explained in one or two sentences. Even if you may hate meeting me, I still hope to meet and communicate."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Song Tang would refuse, and added, "After all, we used to be friends, didn't we?" So, can you give me a chance? A chance to see the reality and the truth.

When Song Tang heard this, he knew there was no way to refuse.

Agree.

Han Jinci was satisfied. Just when he was about to start the car and leave, Song Rongrong called. He took a look, picked up the phone, and asked, "Rongrong, what's wrong?"

"Brother Jinci, I'm injured."

Hearing this, Han Jinci got out of the car immediately.

When he ran to the lounge, he saw that Song Rongrong's arm was injured. The wound looked shocking and painful. Song Rongrong was strong and did not cry. She just apologized to the crew that she had delayed the progress and had to go for treatment first.

"What's the matter?" Han Jinci was obviously worried.

Song Rongrong shook her head: "It's my fault."

The staff member next to her was very sorry: "It's my fault. The props were not prepared and packed. I hurt Sister Rongrong. I'm really sorry."

Song Rongrong looked pale and shook her head: "It's not your fault. I didn't see the rush. Don't be too psychologically stressed."

She was so injured, but she was still comforting the staff.

Han Jinci saw Song Rongrong like this and suddenly felt that he was not a person. He actually doubted such a gentle and kind girlfriend.

"Let's go, Rongrong, I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Rongrong nodded.

After arriving at the hospital, Song Rongrong's wound was treated and she had to be given an IV drip before she could be discharged. She looked at Han Jinci and acted like a spoiled child, "Brother Jinci, I didn't bring my phone with me. Give me your phone, I want to play games."

Han Jinci gently comforted her, "What's going on? Why are you still playing games when you don't even look at yourself?"

"You're bored, can you buy me something to eat? I haven't eaten anything today." Song Rongrong shook her head, distressed, "I want to eat sweet and delicious cream tarts."

Han Jinci smiled helplessly, "Okay, I can't do anything about you." He left the ward and went downstairs.

When Song Rongrong was the only one left, she opened Han Jinci's phone and saw the top phone number, which was Song Tang's, and Han Jinci took the initiative to call.

No wonder.

Hehe.

She just said Han Jinci was acting strange recently.

Any more text messages?

She opened it and took a look.

Han Jinci: See you at 8 o'clock tonight, at the 128th Coffee Shop on Fengqing Street behind Gentleman Dynasty.

Song Tang: OK.

The Lovers Street behind Gentleman Dynasty?

Hehe.

Han Jinci, are you trying to get back together?

8 o'clock?

She re-edited the message and sent it.

Han Jinci: Sorry, I have something urgent to do at the company. Can I change it to 6 o'clock?

There was no reply from the other side.

About 20 minutes later, a one-word reply came: OK.

She smiled after seeing it.

She deleted the last text messages, then opened Candy Crush, and started playing games here and there, waiting for Han Jinci to come back bored.

When Han Jinci came back, he was holding food in his hand.

When she saw it, she smiled happily: "What delicious food did Uncle Han bring me today? Let me see."

"Your favorite egg tarts." Han Jinci also smiled.

Song Rongrong ate happily, and after eating, she almost cried: "Why didn't you stop me when I was eating just now? What should I do if I continue like this? I still have to film?"

"It's okay, I won't get fat." Han Jinci comforted: "If you don't like filming, then don't film. I can support you."