Hearing Song Qiancheng's words, he was only full of bitterness.

He is liked by other women, but not by Wen Lishu.

Thinking of the sense of alienation she had with him, and the pretending to be a ghost in the hospital, he could only sneer and say in his heart: "People have famous flowers, it's a bit difficult." ”

Song Qiancheng wanted to continue to persuade him, but when he heard the words "famous flowers have masters", he finally swallowed the words back, two years ago, he himself was robbed once, and he didn't like people who destroy other people's feelings from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them took a sip of their wine glasses at the same time, and the topic passed silently.

At this time, Song Qiancheng's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He put down his wine glass, picked up the mobile phone on the desktop, looked at the caller ID, then raised his hand to point to the phone screen, and confessed: "I'll answer the phone." ”

Standing up from the sofa, Song Qiancheng ran to the balcony to answer.

Jiang Dongheng sat in the living room, glancing at him idly.

Inadvertently, he cast his gaze to the entrance at the gate, where a pair of women's shoes were placed on the floor.

Jiang Dongheng looked at it, and his eyes narrowed slowly.

The memories of the airport came to him, and he still remembered that the shoes Wen Lishu wore that day were exactly the same as this pair.

Jiang Dongheng's face changed suddenly, and some doubts suddenly ran to his heart.

Wouldn't it, Song Qiancheng and Wen Lishu?

Soon, this thought was dispelled by him again.

He didn't know where his instincts came from, but he confidently thought that the two of them couldn't do it anyway.

He thought to himself, he must have thought too much.

He retracted his gaze and didn't continue to think about it, just as a girl happened to hit her shoe.

When Song Qiancheng came back from chatting on the phone, Jiang Dongheng had already stood up, looking like he was about to leave.

Song Qiancheng walked towards him and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

Jiang Dongheng chuckled and teased.

"In order not to hinder you from having a child with your sister-in-law, I have to get the whole thing out if it's okay. He waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll make an appointment another day." ”

After Jiang Dongheng left, Song Qiancheng left to walk to the room, for fear of making the noise make Wen Lishu rest, and he was light when he opened the door.

Opening the door panel, he first looked at the coffee table, and Wen Lishu ate up the breakfast with a very shameful face.

Then turned his gaze to the side of the bed, Wen Lishu lay on it, wrapped himself in a big quilt, and was not afraid that he would suffocate to death.

Song Qiancheng frowned and walked towards her, but when he approached her, he found that the quilt was trembling slightly.

He stopped beside the bed, and a small sobbing could be heard in his ears.

Song Qiancheng's eyes froze, Wen Lishu was crying, and he was a little surprised.

He reached out and grabbed the quilt, and lifted it neatly.

Without the cover of the quilt, she saw Wen Lishu lying in the quilt with her body hunched, like a boiled shrimp, she buried her face in the pillow, trying not to make a sound.

The quilt was ripped away, and a chill hit her body, so Wen Lishu raised her head in a trance.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Song Qiancheng standing by the bed.

Her eyes were red from crying, and she quickly buried her face back in the pillow in embarrassment, still facing him with her back to him.

Song Qiancheng sat along the edge of the bed and reached out to pull her body back.

His calm voice came: "What are you crying about?"

Wen Lishu pursed her lips and didn't speak, but the tears just kept flowing.

Seeing that she refused to let go, Song Qiancheng scared her: "If you don't speak, then do it." ”