Dr. Zhu smiled understandingly: "Sister Song, I'll wait for you at the door." ”

Song Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's hard work, in fact, you don't have to wait for me, I'm busy today, maybe I get off work in the evening." Song Qing deliberately did not go out with Zhu Zihan.

Zhu Zihan also felt it, but Aunt Song's explanation had to be completed.

"It's okay, you're busy, I'm fine anyway. ”

"Okay. ”

Zhu Zihan began to wait under the eaves at the entrance of the company.

Su Meng fell asleep again, why didn't it light up, why was there a figure in front of him, why did he (she) keep moving away from me. There was another figure, who was it? It was that person!

Don't, don't leave, don't! The man left.

Another figure, also slowly moving away, who are you!

Don't, don't go!

There was another figure, he (she) tore Su Meng's collar, and a figure approached. There was a sneer: "You didn't protect her...... You didn't welcome..."

"No!!, I ......"

Su Meng woke up sweating profusely.

It turned out to be a dream, but it was so real......

Su Meng got up, washed her face, and sobered up a lot.

Song Qingzhi could see that Su Meng was a little drunk.

"Drunk, and running blind. ”

"Your voice is so gentle, sister, you are my girlfriend, okay?"

“……”

"Hiccup~ I'm a duck, haha. ”

"Okay, Su Meng, you're really unproductive, aren't you just being rejected, as for being so drunk?"

"Sister, I'm a, Hiccup, Duck. What about you?"

“……”

Su Meng laughed innocently again.

A taxi driver shouted across the road: "Girl, are you still in the car?"

"Master, you go first. ”

"You didn't pay. ”

After Song Qingzhi finished dealing with the taxi, he began to have a headache again, what should I do with such a big person?"

"Su Meng, where is your home?"

Song Qing ran home in a huff, and the sad mood of separating from Su Meng had already turned into disgust and anger towards Lin Chuchen.

There is a loud noise when the door is closed, and there is a loud noise when the key is placed on the table......

Mother Song saw that the situation was not right, so she asked anxiously, "Song Qingzhi, what's wrong?"

Song Qing drank the water in a huff, ran to the room and opened the window, locked the door and lay on the bed alone, hoping that the anger would drift away by itself......

Lying down for a while, sadness replaced anger.

I want to cry.

Endure.

Teeth gnashing at clothes.

Endure.

Low whimper.

Turn around and bury your head in the quilt, just let time pass, let the flowers fall and bloom.

I fell asleep in a daze, and woke up already dark.

When I opened the door, I saw my parents walking around anxiously.

"Dad, Mom. ”

Mother Song was overjoyed when she heard the voice, "Song Qingzhi, come out, what are you doing in the house?"

"Sleepy and slept all afternoon. ”

"I'm hungry, I'll cook for you. ”

Song's mother gave Song's father a look: "Old Song, old Song." Quick, let's talk. ”

"Roger!"

Song Qingzhi sat down in a daze.

"Song Qingzhi, come and sit here. ”

"Oh. ”

"What's wrong today, the mood is so bad. ”

"It's fine. ”

"Really?"

Song Qing avoided answering.

"Mom, what are you cooking?"

Father Song already knows that it is a good thing that his daughter has grown up and has her own affairs. Experience it to know that life is wonderful.

"Su Meng, we can't talk about whether we want it or not, and we can't even talk about whether we like it or not. ”

"You know, I like you. ”

Song Qingzhi heard that Su Meng liked her, and goosebumps rose.

"Su Meng, there is no result between women and daughters, so let's nip this idea in the bud. ”

Su Meng didn't know how she was feeling now, so she only smiled self-deprecatingly: "Even the confession was omitted, and she fell out of love directly." ”

Song Qingzhi felt that his words were a little heavy, after all, the other party was a girl: "Su Meng, we can continue to be friends, as long as you don't have thoughts about me." ”

"Song Qingzhi, do you know, I once had an unforgettable relationship. ”

Song Qingzhi saw that Su Meng wanted to talk, so he proposed to find a place to sit and chat.

The two of them found a drink shop, drank two glasses of lemonade and began to sit down and chat.

"Su Meng, if you want to be with me, the matter between the two of us will be over. Song Qingzhi felt his heart tighten inexplicably, but he didn't know why, and later learned that the feeling was called the heartache of losing Su Meng. But how long will she find out later?

Su Meng can finally tell the story she buried in her heart to her own Su Meng's people.

But she looked at Song Qingzhi's eyes, so clear and bright. When the words came to his lips, he didn't want to tell her such a thing.

"Song Qing holds ......"

"Well, I'm here. ”

Song Qingzhi raised his head to look at Su Meng, seeing her head down and her shoulders trembling, it was really uncomfortable. Such a cheerful and strong person will also have such a fragile side.

"Song Qingzhi, I wish you happiness. ”

"Thank you and I wish you happiness. ”

Su Meng burst into tears and said with a smile: "Hold one." ”

Song Qingzhi also smiled: "Okay." ”

The two hugged each other, and Song Qingzhi suddenly at this moment, a tear quietly fell on Su Meng's shoulder. I don't know why, she was really uncomfortable, but reason told her to control herself.

At the same time, Su Meng closed her eyes and smiled, Song Qingzhi's embrace was very warm, like that person, no, warmer than that person.

The two hugged for a long time before parting, and when they faced each other again, the two had already adjusted their emotions.

"So...... Now ......"

Song Qingzhi replied, "Lunch!"

Both of them smiled at the same time, but who knows how much sadness is hidden in this smile?

Several young women at the adjacent table looked at Song Qingzhi and Su Meng, and began to think of a lot of storylines, Su Meng, twists and turns, separation, with tears and relish.

A girl held her chin and said, "It's related to the two of them when they look at it~"

"This sister in a white shirt (Su Meng) seems to be very infatuated. ”

Another girl retorted: "This sister in a skirt (Song Qingzhi) Su Meng is even deeper!"

"I think the sister in white is attacking. ”

"No, Sister Skirt is the attacker. ”

A girl who seemed to be in the lead said, "Stop arguing, is it useful?"

“……”

Shut up.

Su Meng and Song Qingzhi looked at the bustling street, each with their own thoughts.

'Jingle bell, jingle bell. ’

The abrupt ringing of the phone broke the moment of embarrassment.

Song Qingzhi's mobile phone.

"Hey, Mom, well, I'm strolling around, got it. ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingzhi was relieved.

"Su Meng, I'm going to go first, my mother told me to go home for dinner. "I thought I could finally get out of this mess.

"Okay, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. The store manager suddenly said happily, "Got it." You go get busy. ”

"Hello, Su Meng's friend, I'm the store manager here, dare to ask the girl Fangling, whether she is married, do you need to take photos. ”

Su Meng directly skipped the store manager.