How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"Opportunities are rare and will never come back. Otherwise, you won't have any excuse to strike up a conversation, and you two won't have any tasks to coordinate between your two departments."

"I think now is the best time. You should seize the opportunity and not fight for it. Are you still expecting the opportunity to come to you?"

"Sister, that's impossible."

The girl named Yunyun glanced at Song Wenjing secretly, her face instantly flushed, and she whispered, "Oh! If I just go over like this, what if they refuse?"

"Looking at his expression, maybe he's waiting for someone. Why not just forget it?" She was a little timid. She had been eyeing Song Wenjing since he first came, but she didn't have the courage to go up and say hello.

Now that everyone in the company hadn't left yet, she was a little hesitant to go up and say hello.

Should I just forget about it? This isn't a bad idea.

Seeing the little sister showing a timid look, she said angrily: "Why should he be afraid? Maybe he is waiting for his brother. I heard him tell another colleague where he lives."

"He and you live in the same neighborhood. The closer you are to the water, the sooner you can see the moon. We're just helping each other. Who would say anything?"

When Yunyun heard what her little sister said, she gathered her courage and walked over slowly, holding her umbrella. When she was halfway there, she saw Song Wenjing move.

He ran forward, and another man came to Song Wenjing with an umbrella. Song Wenjing blamed the man for coming to pick him up.

And then she kissed the man, huh? Ah?

Yunyun's eyes widened as she looked back blankly at her equally stunned little sister. She was so embarrassed that her neck turned red and she quickly ran to her little sister's side.

"I...that...he..." Yunyun pointed at herself and then pointed at Song Wenjing not far away. She was almost stuttering.

She didn't expect this to happen. No wonder the female colleagues in the company hinted at him, but he ignored them.

It turned out to be because of the wrong gender.

The little sister covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, and whispered excitedly: "Yunyun, they are holding hands...Ahhh!"

Yunyun: "I see, I see, stop grabbing my arm..."

Shen Yu'an came to Song Wenjing's side and saw two girls not far away. They were dancing like monkeys in a zoo.

He said with disdain: "Brother Song, it seems that the female colleagues in your company have some minor problems." He pointed to his head.

Song Wenjing turned his head and looked over. He was a little confused when he saw the two colleagues covering their mouths and looking like they were about to faint.

"Maybe it's true. Don't worry about them. If they are really sick, some of the colleagues in the company are still here. They should be able to help them call an ambulance."

It's really strange, I've never heard of those two having any minor problems.

Song Wenjing held up an umbrella and said, "Let's go home." It would take about ten minutes to walk home, which was not far.

Shen Yu'an: "Yeah." He brought two umbrellas. If he brought only one, two people would have to share the umbrella, and there would be some inadequate care.

After returning home, Song Wenjing cooked some ginger soup, changed his clothes and drank a sip of the ginger soup. His brows were furrowed, but he still finished it.

Shen Yu'an smelled the ginger soup and turned his head away in disgust, not wanting to drink it at all. He had hated ginger since he was a child, and he hated it no matter what form it took.

He said awkwardly, "Brother Song, can I not drink this? It tastes really bad." It's so disgusting, I don't want to drink it.

Song Wenjing refused, "No, even though we have umbrellas, we still need to drink something to prevent colds just in case."

"Drink it, otherwise you'll catch a cold, and if you have a cold you'll need medicine and injections."

Shen Yu'an had no choice but to pinch his nose and drink it all in front of Song Wenjing. He felt like vomiting after drinking it, but he had to hold it in. What if he vomited, would he have to drink another bowl?

He said, "Brother Song, I've finished drinking it. I only want to drink one bowl." There was still some left in the kitchen, and he didn't want to drink another bowl.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Song Wenjing did not force him to drink more. "Okay, you take a rest first. I'll take the bowl to the kitchen."

"good ."