On the way back to send Song Xing, Shi Qin repeatedly pondered Song Xing's reaction when the glass bottle flew in the air.

The truth is that she seems, simply did not have time to react.

He knew that everyone who didn't know her would think that she was blocking the bottle for Principal Cheng.

In an impetuous and utilitarian society, a little star who has just become popular has saved the life of the leader of the highest performing arts school in China, and the future will definitely be promising.

Only he knew that a second before she was desperate, she turned her head to look at herself.

The way fans look at him, there is obsession, worship, and a projection of themselves in their hearts.

The eyes of his peers looking at him have jealousy, envy, and a utilitarian component of hugging his thighs.

And Song Xing's eyes when he looked at him were always like empty snow, pure and vast.

But in those eyes without any impurities, Shi Qin couldn't see himself.

In her heart, there was an afterimage of another person.

Her gaze is often empty, often caught in an unconscious distraction, who is she thinking?

But if she didn't like herself, the courage to resist glass and unknown liquids with her flesh and blood exploded in an instant......

Is it for the shadow?

Wen Bai Yu, what role does she play in her life?

"Are you...... Like me?"

Or, is there someone else you like, what are the memories that are entwined in your heart?

Song Xing didn't expect Shi Qin to be taken by surprise and asked such a sentence without foreshadowing:

"You're ...... Is that straightforward?"

Uncle Yin was asleep in the car, but he was suddenly woken up by Shi Qin's sentence "Do you like me" and secretly pulled out the car key.

As soon as the headlights went out, he also pretended to hide the brightness of his bulb.

But his neck stretched out.

It's worthy of the child I brought up, with the style of my time.

But it's still a little late, so I'll go straight to the table early, and now I can be on a lot of shows.

"Where Did Dad Go" or something....

The lights of the Gemini neighborhood would be turned off at midnight, and as soon as the Bugatti lights went out at night, it was dark where the two of them stood.

As if the darkness would give him strength, Shi Qin pulled Song Xing's arm and pulled her into his arms:

"I'm thinking, if it was a reality show between me and you, the onlookers must have died...... I want to take care of my fans in various dimensions and not let them be in a hurry...... So, do you like me?"

Every word Shi Qin said, the warm breath he spit out made Song Xing feel red and dry.

Although it is late at night, it does not mean that there is no one moving around in the twin stars, and Song Xing, who has no works but has traffic, thinks that he can only be regarded as an Internet celebrity at the moment.

An Internet celebrity is held by a top traffic like this, and it spreads out, which is another bloody storm.

But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't break free from the clamp of Shi Qin's arm, as if he was a magic vine, and if she skipped this question, she would be entangled and suffocated.

"Why don't you dare to answer? You used to always say that I was the top traffic, saying that I was not worthy of me, and now that your traffic is not small, what are you afraid of?"

Song Xing could only be silent, staring at Qin's gray-blue pupils and slightly upturned lips like jelly.

His grassy breath wrapped around his snort......

"I ...... Actually......"

Shi Qin also stared at Song Xing fixedly, seeing the stars in her eyes, her veins full of affection, and a sweet feeling of happiness in her chest.

Afraid that the bright moon in the sky and the breeze around her would disturb Song Xing's thoughts, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that she wouldn't continue......

"I actually...... Very ......"

Uncle Yin also opened his eyes and stretched his neck to witness this historical moment.

Tremble in the balance!

A female voice came faintly.

"Little Star, is that you?"

Song Xing and Shi Qin quickly bounced away, one straightening the skirt and the other adjusting the tie.

Uncle Yin's heart attack is about to occur.

In the dark, Mingxin came over with a flashlight: "Xiaoxing, I just came back from Yanzhou, why did you come back." ”

Mingxin's flashlight swept over the Bugatti body, and he saw the familiar Bugatti parked in the neighborhood at night, and the wheels were still in the shape of cherry blossom petals.

Recognize Uncle Yin at a glance:

"Oh, Uncle Yin, our Song Xing came back in your car again...... Hey, Shi Qin...... The producer is also there......"

Shi Qin smiled at Mingxin: "Auntie is good." ”

Mingxin's eyes smiled like a crescent moon:

"Okay, okay, oh, you see it's a coincidence, we Song Xing carpool with you every time, hey, when will the individual competition of "Ni Dress" start, you see you are so good, you are so successful as an idol, the first time I was a producer, I made my daughter popular. ”

Song Xing tugged at Mingxin's clothes tightly:

"Mom...... Say less. ”

Uncle Yin returned to his normal heartbeat, and he couldn't hold back his laughter, Shi Qin killed him with a look, and Uncle Yin had to restrain his smile.

Mingxin was happy when he saw Shi Qin, this is a nobleman!

The last time she walked the red carpet of "Spring Library", if she hadn't found the car rented by Uncle Yin, how could her daughter know Shi Qin, and she still had one-on-one contact time in the car, but this time she met ...... again on "Ni Dress"

Mingxin decided that Shi Qin must have taken more care of Song Xing in the variety show "Ni Dress" because he had a good impression of Song Xing before, and gave so many shots.

"Producer, go upstairs and sit for a while, I just brought fresh grapes back from Yanzhou, Uncle Yin also went upstairs for a cup of tea, you guys are very tired from driving every day......"

Shi Qin politely declined:

"It's too late, Auntie, you just came back from out of town and went to your house as a guest......"

Shi Qin looked at Song Xing meaningfully, and said with a smile:

"I will definitely have the opportunity to visit your house in the future, and when the time comes, I will prepare well and meet Song Xing's father...... I don't know if Uncle Song smokes, drinks, or how much alcohol he likes to drink. What do you like to eat?"

Song Xing heard the hint in Shi Qin's words, and his face was as red as the spicy crayfish that Song Jing cooked for Pei Luo a few days ago.

Mingxin didn't react for a while:

"Is there a new variety show on Cotton Channel, is it to take your parents on the show, can't you smoke and drink? That's okay, Song Xing's father sings Peking Opera, can't smoke or drink, and his only hobby is playing badminton, so he is reluctant to come to the imperial capital in Yanzhou, just because there are a group of golfers over there, and her father's image is okay, and he ...... on the show."

"Oops, Mom......"

Song Xing felt that his face was burning:

"Mom, let's go home. ”

Shi Qin smiled:

"That's okay, I also like to play badminton, and if I have the opportunity, I can have a good fight with my uncle......"

Shi Qin walked up to Song Xing and whispered in a low voice:

"I'll let you go today, and settle the account after the fall. ”

Then he said goodbye to her in a negative mood:

"Player Song, remember to prepare well for the individual competition. “

Mingxin agreed with a smile, Song Xing looked at Shi Qin's dignified appearance, and wanted to beat him!

Song Xing walked to the door of the residential building, suddenly turned around, and his eyes collided with Shi Qin again.

Shi Qin hurriedly shifted his gaze, Uncle Yin shook his hand happily, Shi Qin slapped his eyes again, Uncle quickly changed his expression, and looked like he didn't care about himself, but he rolled down the window and secretly observed Shi Qin.

Song Xing bit his lip and shook his hand to say goodbye.

Shi Qin snorted coldly and waved his hand:

"Go upstairs and send a text message. ”

Song Xing nodded, turned around, and a smile unconsciously climbed the corner of his mouth.

Two minutes later, Shi Qin, who was still standing in place, saw the window with white peonies lit up, and received a text message from Song Xing a few seconds later.

"I didn't say you're top traffic, you're just a Musang King!"

"What is Musang King?" Shi Qin asked Uncle Xiang Yin.

"Musang King, durian, it's delicious, but you definitely can't stand the taste. ”

Uncle Yin was triumphant, and he absolutely knew Shi Qin's likes and dislikes.

Shi Qin turned his head and typed viciously on his mobile phone:

"I'm not a top durian!"