Chapter 8 Under the same roof as the school grass (1)

Song Ranran checked the license plate number, and then knocked on the car window first.

The driver in the driver's seat rolled down the window and saw Song Ranran a little surprised at first, then smiled kindly at her, "Ms. Song."

"Uncle Lu, you may not be able to catch up with the last bus today. Can you take me a ride along the way?"

Song Ranran's curved eyes, under the moonlight, the girl's voice was soft, which made people feel good about it.

"Of course, Miss Song, please go and sit in the back. This is my job, and it's not a good way. Miss Song doesn't have to be so polite." The middle-aged driver said in a gentle tone, and called Song Ranran to sit in the back row.

When she got into the car, the front driver couldn't help but turn his head and said earnestly: "Ms. Song, it's not safe for girls to catch the bus alone at night. I will pick up Mr. Rong Zhou here every night. Miss Song will come together in the future."

Song Ranran raised her eyes and replied with a smile: "Okay."

The driver paused when he heard the good words and wanted to persuade them. A hint of stunned silence flashed in his eyes, and then he felt a little relieved. "Then I will wait for Miss Song every day from now on."

Originally, his job was to pick up and drop off Song Ranran and Rong Zhou to and from school, but he didn't know what. Originally, Song Ranran had been reluctant to let him pick up and drop off, and he insisted on taking the bus and subway by himself. He worked in the Rong family for many years and knew about Song Ranran's situation. He also had a daughter at home, so naturally he paid more attention to Song Ranran, who was about the same age.

Song Ranran is still studying at this age, and the get out of class is late at night at No. 1 Middle School. It is not reassuring to go home alone. However, I have mentioned it to her many times before, but it has been fruitless. Now that I finally told Song Ranran, Lu Shanhai is also a little happy.

With a smile on his face, Lu Shanhai said, "Young Master Rong Zhou will come here in a few minutes. Miss Song will sit behind for a while."

"Okay." Song Ranran nodded.

Putting the backpack on his back aside, Song Ranran leaned back on the back of the chair, feeling the soft and comfortable touch under him, and only felt relaxed.

A few minutes later, the door on the other side of the rear seat was opened.

The slender man came in against the light, and the light and darkness intertwined, and Song Ranran met a pair of eyes that were like black pools.

The night wind was blowing outside, and the leaves on the street rinsed slightly. There was a faint scent of the car's narrow space, like a certain smell of fir.

Noting that there was one more person in the car, Rong Zhou stopped his movements, but he didn't say anything, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

After getting on the bus, Rong Zhou lowered his eyes and his eyes were faint.

Rong Zhou didn't speak, and Song Ranran didn't mean to speak on his own initiative. Until the car started driving, the atmosphere in the car was still quiet.

Rong Zhou's sitting posture is very upright and handsome, as if it was a habit I had developed since childhood. When I lowered my eyes and looked down, the slender neck lines were clearly seen by Song Ranran.

Song Ranran has never been very quiet, and now she has this dull atmosphere, so she has nothing to do. As she looks at her, she can't help but look at Rong Zhou next to her.

From Song Ranran's perspective, the man's side face is delicate and beautiful, with light lips color, and when his thin lips are slightly pursed, it adds a little cold and seriousness to him.

With his eyes down, Song Ranran fell on his hand holding the book.

The complexion of the skin is cold and white, with clear finger joints, which is exactly the kind that you will like when you see it.

When getting on the bus, Rong Zhou seemed to have a book. It looked at the thickness, it was quite thick. I don’t know if it was the one he read in the classroom during the day.

I was curious in my heart, and Song Ranran couldn’t help but lower his head and stared at the title of the book on the cover of the book.

Song Ranran:...?

This strange letter...

It doesn’t look like English when I connect it.

After identifying it for a while, Song Ranran realized that it seemed like a German monograph.

Sorry, I’m disturbed.

Why can Song Ranran and Rong Zhou take the same car? Because... they go along.

Home is in the same place, can it be unhappy?

Song Ranran: Too lazy, go back by car

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