Song Jingzhen didn't look at his sister's clingy appearance, and walked to the staircase to leave the dog-slaughtering living room.

Before she could set foot on it, Miss Song got up again and stopped Song Jingzhen, "Are you going back?"

Song Jingzhen's eyes instantly became indifferent, walked back to the living room, took out a cigarette and lighter, threw them on the table, and sat on the sofa.

"Well," he said not to say anything more about going back, "it's still the same." ”

Miss Song looked at her darkly, and she didn't know what she was expecting, "What about him?"

Song Jingzhen's displeased cheeks spit out eight words coldly, "Spend all day drinking, drunk and dream of death." ”

"Heh," the expectation and hope in Miss Song's eyes all dissipated, and she fell on the man next to her tiredly, waving her hand, "Go up, Erer is still waiting for you." ”

This woman is Er'er's mother, the eldest lady of the Song family, Song Jinyu.

The man next to him is Er'er's father, the head of the Ji family, Ji Yijun.

Song Jingzhen nodded at Song Jinyu, softened the stiffness on his face and went upstairs.

Erle sat in his study and did his homework.

It was Director Yang who asked them to write after the filming of today's program.

Song Jingzhen knew this, so he glanced at it curiously.

I saw that Erer's whole piece of paper was full of "The soft cub is so cute, Erer likes it so much, Erer wants her to be Erer's brain".

Song Jingzhen's eyebrows jumped.

There was an ominous premonition.

"Er'er, do you like Sister Jiang Ruan?" Song Jingzhen said tentatively.

Erer didn't raise his head, continued to write, and said lightly, "I like it, Erer doesn't want her to be an aunt anymore, Erer wants to marry her." ”

Song Jingzhen: "......"

Song Jingzhen couldn't continue to say a bunch of words when he came to his mouth, and his eyes drifted to the empty bookshelf next to him.

The shelves were empty, only a few compartments were full.

Stuffed with several compartments, each one placed almost identical books.

But it can't be called a book, it can only be said to be a magazine.

The magazine was produced by a defunct magazine about two or three years ago.

Next to the magazine, there is an A4-sized photo frame, and on the frame is a stunning girl with a bright and sweet smile.

The girl's hair was blown by the breeze, and there were strands that floated up and fell, forming a beautiful arc after being captured.

The girl in the frame is Jiang Soft.

The photo is also the one released by Huaqing University before.

The original photo should have had a late bell, but Song Jingzhen's skills were good, and he completely removed the eye-catching existence of the late bell.

Walking over and rubbing the dazzling face on the photo frame, Song Jingzhen showed a comfortable and relaxed smile in the boring tonight.

He was already very patient that he didn't become a pervert who peeped at Jiang Soft.

He could have gotten more photos and news of Jiang Soft, but he still suppressed himself.

He knew that he couldn't do this, and Jiang Ruan would definitely not like such a pervert.

So no matter how much he thought about it, how much darkness grew in his heart, he didn't do anything that he regretted.

He didn't want to force Jiang to be soft.

If Jiang Soft was injured and sad because of himself, even if he died ten thousand times, it would not be enough to make up for it.

"Well, it's going to be soon," Song Jingzhen softly touched Jiang Soft's only photo released by official channels now, and smiled with satisfaction.

The soft murmur also dissipated into the air with the rustle of Er'er's pen on the paper.

O my moon, I am willing to follow you all my life, I will be perfectly separated from you, and once you will feel oppressed by my existence, then I will self-destruct.

Because of that, I will no longer be qualified to get your gaze.