A car bound for Seoul was driving on the highway, and Song Ji-hyo sat in the car and looked out the window.

At this time, it was completely dark outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, just pitch black. Only the street lamps erected on both sides flew backwards.

Song Jihyo looked at himself reflected in the window glass, shook his head and smiled.

It's been a few days since Song Jihyo returned to his hometown, and his parents wanted to go back to have a look, and it happened that there was nothing to do at work, so they went back together.

It is also a good choice to take a distraction.

This morning, Song Zhixiao received a call from Chen Xiaojian, although he also wanted to accompany him to the show, but there was really no way.

Song Zhixiao didn't think much about Chen Xiaojian in the past few days, and after answering the call, the picture of the two of them in their own home kept appearing in front of Song Zhixiao's eyes.

In the evening, Song Jihyo refreshed the "Photo Show" and saw the photos of Chen Xiao Jianfa's scene.

There are no other photos, but in one of them, a girl is sitting next to Chen Xiaojian.

It's just a side photo, and the girl only occupies a corner of the photo, and it looks like a stranger who inadvertently photographed it when taking a picture.

But seeing this photo, Song Zhixiao felt that Chen Xiaojian and her must know each other, maybe the two of them made an appointment to go to the show together.

There is no reason, just a gut feeling. They knew each other, and the girls were young and pretty.

The point is to be young and pretty.

The moment he saw the photo, his mother's words echoed in Song Jihyo's mind: If you don't hurry, are you really ready to fight with those twenty-year-old girls after the age of thirty?

Song Ji-hyo is not yet thirty years old, but Song Ji-hyo dares to guarantee that the girl in the photo is not twenty years old.

No, it can't be like this, I'm going back now.

Thinking of this, Song Jihyo put down his phone and went to pack his luggage. She wants to go back to Seoul as soon as possible, why should she wait for others to chase her? If it's really good, what about taking the initiative?

Besides, in front of those girls, he really doesn't have any advantage. There are many good-looking people, especially in South Korea, a country where plastic surgery technology is very developed.

"Why are you packing up now?" Song Mu walked over and saw Song Zhixiao packing her luggage and asked.

"I'm going back to Seoul, I'm going back now. Song Jihyo said as he cleaned up.

"Are you going back to Seoul so late?" asked Song Mu with some concern.

"It's fine. Song Jihyo didn't explain, and continued to clean up his hands.

"Are you looking for Chen Xiaojian?" After a while, Song Mu suddenly said.

"Ah, how do you know?" Song Zhixiao's movements in his hands stopped, looked at Song Mu, and asked.

"After Chen Xiaojian called this morning, you have been in a state of distraction. Mother Song looked at Song Zhixiao and said softly.

"Oh, there is. Song Jihyo said with a red face.

"Alright, pack up and let your brother take you to the station. Mother Song looked at Song Zhixiao, paused for a while, and continued: "Remember what my mother said, the good is right in front of you, and you must work hard." ”

"Hmm. Song Jihyo nodded and continued to pack his luggage.

After packing up, the younger brother sent Song Jihyo to the station and boarded the bus bound for Seoul.

Song Jihyo came back to his senses and looked at the time, the car was almost there.

After the bus entered the station, the passengers stepped off one by one. Song Ji-hyo was the last to walk down, and she didn't like to be crowded with people.

After taking the luggage, Song Jihyo followed everyone to the exit of the station.

Looking at the station in front of him, Song Zhixiao took out his mobile phone to call Chen Xiaojian, wanting to ask him where he was.

After the call was dialed out, it was never connected, and the signal was passively cut off.

Song Jihyo glanced at his phone and dialed it out again.

This time, the signal sounded just twice, and it was hung up by that side.

Just now, Song Zhixiao thought that Chen Xiaojian didn't hear the sound of the mobile phone, and now he hung up the phone directly, Song Zhixiao knew that Chen Xiaojian didn't want to answer his phone.

Song Zhixiao was thinking about why Chen Xiaojian didn't answer his phone, when he felt that his hand holding the suitcase was wrapped by a big hand.

Song Zhixiao reflexively turned around and saw that Chen Xiaojian was already standing at his side, and that hand was Chen Xiaojian's hand.

"Let's go, I'll get my suitcase. Chen Xiaojian looked at Song Zhixiao and said.

In fact, Chen Xiaojian had been at the station for a while, and he was afraid that Song Zhixiao would not be able to find him by then, so he ran directly to the exit of the station and waited.

Not long after arriving at the exit, the mobile phone rang, and I looked at Song Jihyo's phone. Chen Xiaojian stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction where the crowd had come.

Chen Xiaojian saw Song Zhixiao walking in it at a glance, the main reason was that Song Zhixiao's dress was a little different, with a hat and sunglasses.

It's night now, who is running around with sunglasses when it's okay? It's just an artist like Song Ji-hyo.

"Oh. After listening to Chen Xiaojian's words, Song Zhixiao held the mobile phone in one hand, put it on his chest, and let go of the hand holding the suitcase with some reluctance.

"Let's go, the car is outside. Chen Xiaojian dragged his suitcase and said.

"Why didn't you answer my phone just now?" Song Jihyo asked softly.

"Didn't I see you already. Chen Xiaojian said with a smile.

The two of them walked out of the station while chatting. The people around looked at it, and those who didn't know thought they were a couple.

Good powder, so sweet.

The two walked to the side of the car, and Chen Xiaojian put Song Zhixiao's luggage in the trunk, and then got into the car.

"Why did you come back so late, is there something wrong?" Chen Xiaojian asked casually.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that tomorrow the company has something to do, so I'll be back. Song Jihyo made up a reason and said.

"Oh. Chen Xiaojian nodded, and didn't ask more.

Chen Xiaojian drove downstairs to Song Zhixiao and helped Song Zhixiao take off his luggage.

"I'll send it to you for you. Chen Xiaojian said with his suitcase in tow.

This suitcase is quite heavy, and if Song Jihyo mentions it himself, it will probably take a little effort.

"Okay. Song Jihyo nodded and said.

"By the way, have you had dinner?" the two of them had just taken two steps when Chen Xiaojian asked.

"Not yet, I can't eat it in the car. Song Jihyo shook his head and said.

"That's just right. Chen Xiaojian said and turned around and took out the bag he had just packed at the Chinese restaurant from the car.

shook it in front of Song Jihyo and said, "This is my packed dinner, let's eat it together." ”

"Didn't you say you were already eating when you called before?" asked Song Jihyo.

"Yes, but I didn't want to pick you up, so I packed it before I finished eating. ”

"You are really ......" Song Jihyo didn't know what to say for a while.

My heart was full of emotion.