As for Wen Qingshui, to be honest, he likes it. From the first sight of her, he loved it. She was different from the other girls he had ever seen.

That's right, he hasn't known any serious women, and the ones he knows are either those dusty women, or those who are greedy for glory and wealth.

She also gave him a different feeling.

She's not really pretty, but she just thinks she's so attractive. So he can't help but pay attention.

She doesn't seem to be very attached to her identity. Let's say it's the president, she doesn't have much of a fight, and her aura is also very weak. Let's talk about the girl next door, she seems a little too strong and not very gentle. said that it was the eldest sister-in-law, and he felt that she was like a teenager equal to him, and she seemed not so mature.

Actually, he couldn't figure it out.

Didn't he come out and want to go home? Why did he inexplicably walk to this road where there were fewer people? And he always thought that Wen Qingshui was not like that!

He wondered, why did she always have so many people? Wouldn't it be good for those boys and girls to do something on their own? Why did they all surround her?

"Young man, how is it alone?" came an old voice.

Song Aimin looked back and saw that he was really an old man. It looks energetic and magnificent. It's just that it looks a little evil, and it's not as kind as the old man.

Then he somehow suddenly realized that he was alone.

If something happens to him, will the old man and his father be worried and sad?

Thinking about it like this, he faintly hoped that something would happen!

"Feeling bad, miss your mother?"

Song Aimin was shocked when he was said.

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When Wen Qingshui went back, someone immediately brought a glass of orange juice. Then she noticed that on the long table at the door, she didn't know when a juicer was placed.

She was holding yellow orange juice in her hand, and now it was red in the juicer. She hurriedly walked over curiously. Then I saw two young men washing and cutting and juicing the other. There is a large basket of various fruits on the ground next to it.

She suddenly became excited, and as soon as she turned around, Song Xijun moved a chair. There was a small table in front of it. He pressed her to a chair.

"Those who know me, so are bacteria!" she smiled at him happily, with a lot of coquettish ingredients.

And Song Xijun was obviously very useful, stopped what he was doing, and came over to kiss her.

Then he took the orange juice from her hand. I took a smaller cup and poured half of the larger glass of juice. Then put a small glass of orange juice in her hand.

"Drink less, and there will be a dozen juices for a while. Drink such a big cup and your stomach is about to burst. ”

"Wow——, it's enjoyable to listen to. ”

Soon the table in front of her was filled with cups of various colors. In every small cup is a juice. She drank whatever she wanted first! She sat there as if she were tasting.

"It's a rare and capricious day!" Meimei drank many kinds of juices. She couldn't help but sigh.

So for the first time, she felt happy when everyone was still drinking and she was still drinking.

"Xijun, it's so good, it's beautiful!

She is so high-profile, how can it be that everyone can't see it? So she hasn't had a lot of love and honey to play here, and there are many people around her at once.

All kinds of voices of admiration came and went. They all praised her happiness and praised Song Xijun for being considerate. She sighed and floated.

Then the point came, everyone pestered her to drink juice.

This is the first time that fruit juice is more popular than wine. She is naturally not stingy, and she is naturally willing to share good things. So she waved her hand and said in a heroic voice: "Whatever you like!"

After cheering, there was no one around her, and everyone gathered around the juicer. And everyone moved too quickly, without even a superfluous word, she was stunned, and then she knew that the juice was much more attractive than her.

Her bitter expression amused Song Xijun.

"It's okay, you still have me!"

Finally, it had to be Song Xijun who smeared a box of Yunnan Baiyao on her wounded heart.

It's just bitter for two juicy young men. It's okay to supply Wen Qingshui, there are so many people, you want this, she wants that! Poor two young men have big heads.

Wen Qingshui sat on the chair and watched the two young men sweating profusely, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

Among those people, Zhang Haoxue and Gao Bing were the happiest in the scene. Tang Bowen obviously didn't have the charm of juice, and he had long been squeezed out of the circle.

"Hahaha!"

Song Xijun stood next to her chair, and when he saw her happy, he felt quite satisfied. It's more rewarding than merging a large company.

"Okay, you've drunk a lot, let's go back first! We're more open when we're not there!" Song Xijun lowered his head and said softly.

"Okay!

"You! while you were drinking, Grandpa, Daddy, and Mommy were long gone!"

"Ahh

"Isn't the juice also intoxicating!, why do I feel dizzy!" Wen Qingshui muttered as he stood up.

"No, there are too many people, a little lack of oxygen!I'll take you back!" said Song Xijun wrapped her around and walked out.

Along the way, the car swayed, Wen Qingshui leaned on him, and the sweet feeling was in the clouds, as if he was asleep and as if he hadn't slept at all.

Finally got home, Song Xijun was busy with this and that, until he lay Wen Qingshui on the bed with beautiful service, and then he went to wash.

Wen Qingshui lay on the bed and listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, and felt a little unreal in his heart.

I'm afraid that the sound of water will disappear in the next second, the bathroom lights will go out, and no one will be there. She lay on the bed in a daze, staring at the bathroom door.

After a while, he actually appeared wrapped in a towel, and with a towel in his hand, he was wiping the water from his hair. Wen Qingshui breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the first time that Wen Qingshui had looked at his figure in such detail when he was so sober, it was so good that he had nothing to say.

Thinking of his delicate touch again, why did he suddenly blush and heartbeat. Oh my God! Is there so much inexplicable ingredient in the juice! How does she feel possessed? Why is her mind full of unhealthy thoughts?

"Did you miss me, baby? You must have thought about it, your eyes look like you want to eat me!"

He pulled her soul back with a word.

"What nonsense? I'm still carrying the ball?"

"Then if you don't carry the ball, do you want to eat me?"

"Shameless, shameless!" he said, quickly turning away! I couldn't talk to him anymore, he was obviously as abnormal as her.