I looked down and found that the note had a string of phone numbers written on it, which should be Feng Ruobai's.

"Probably he didn't register." I don't care.

It's better if you can't find out, lest Song Cheng do some tricks behind his back.

"There is a registered name, but the name is fake." Song Cheng looked up at me.

"That's nothing, it's normal to be a little defensive."

After all, no one would be as bored as Song Cheng to investigate who the owner of a phone number is.

Song Cheng slapped the table impatiently and said in a muffled voice, "You haven't thought about it, maybe he's a liar?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and said speechlessly, "So, what can he lie to me?" Cheating money, I didn't, cheating sex, he's prettier than me, what do you think he can do for me? ”

Song Cheng was choked by my words, and his face was ugly and terrifying.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "I warned you, keep your distance from the people outside."

I saw his serious expression, and I couldn't help laughing, and quipped: "So, does Song Shao want to keep a little distance from the young lady here?"

When Li Xiaomo threw himself into his arms just now, he obviously didn't dodge, and let her hug his waist.

I just met with people from outside, so what's wrong? What else is he not satisfied with?

For no reason, he wants to manipulate my life like a pawn.

Song Cheng's expression froze, and his cold eyes stared at my face. After a few seconds, he suddenly sneered: "What, you shouldn't be jealous, right?"

There was a slight throbbing pain in my chest, and my heart twitched slightly.

Song Cheng squinted his eyes, looking complacent, as if he had settled on me.

I sneered in my heart, and gave him the same smile on my face, and teased: "So, Song Shao was also jealous just now?"

Song Cheng's face sank suddenly, he shook his palm, held the note into a ball, and raised his hand to hit me in the face.

Before the ball of paper hit my face, it fell to the ground and rolled to my feet with a grunt.

"You're doing it yourself." He stood up suddenly, raised his legs and walked out, and as he passed me, he warned in a cold voice, "Take care of the people under your hands, and if you poke out the mess again, you won't have such good luck." ”

"Please rest assured, Song Shao, not next time." I replied with a smile.

Song Cheng was angry, raised his feet and went out, and slammed the door, irritable.

I picked up the small paper ball on the ground, raised my hand and threw it into the trash, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Seeing him defend Li Xiaomo everywhere, I am naturally unwilling.

But think about the verdict against Qingwen in the dream of Red Mansions: If you are unwilling, as a lowly, you have no resentment.

If you don't have that life, don't have the idea of being ready to move.

I'm not jealous, just because, now in Songcheng, there is nothing to make me jealous.

The man I once loved passionately tortured the flame in my heart to extinguish in the deception and blows again and again.

I used to eat those vinegars, but in the end they turned into tears in my eyes, and I felt sorry for myself.

My eyes were hot, and I quickly raised my hand to wipe it, and forced back the tears that were about to be uncontrollable.

Now I have more important things to do, and I shouldn't dwell on the memories of the past.

Song City

Song City

I silently recited the name, but unfortunately there was no going back.

Feng Ruobai said that he would send it to me after the back picture was framed.

But I didn't expect him to move so fast.

When I received his call, I was startled and hurried downstairs.

Feng Ruobai was sitting in the car, saw me running over, and waved at me.

I hurriedly got into the car, and I saw a huge watercolor painting on the back seat, almost life-size, and the frame was extremely exquisite.

I looked at it in a daze for a while, and my face suddenly burned, and I felt that the person in the painting could not be me.

The figure in the portrait has a particularly beautiful curvature at the back of the waist, which makes me feel like I am reaching out to hold it.

"How's that, isn't it beautiful?" Feng Ruobai asked softly.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed for a while, and my face actually "rubbed" to heat up, and I said, "Well, you painted very well."

"It's not that I'm good at drawing," Feng Ruobai glanced at me, smiled lightly, a small dimple appeared on the side of his mouth, and said proudly, "It's the beauty of this model, don't you say?" ”

I was almost struck down by his admiration, and my little heart was pounding.

I've never seen what my back looks like, and where can I answer this question.

Looking at his smiling eyes again, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

A boy who is not yet an adult dares to ** me.

I snorted, raised my hand and patted him on the top of the head, muttering, "Okay, you're not big or small, dare to joke with me, don't you?"

Feng Ruobai pursed her lips, her happy smile overflowed, and she whispered, "It's really beautiful."

I glanced at him, not knowing what to say to him, as if he was complimenting me sincerely.

Feng Ruobai reached over, took the painting and rolled it up, put it in a quaint wooden long box, and solemnly handed it to me: "I want to give you my first gift, I hope you like it."

Of course I do.

Holding the box, my eyes suddenly became a little hot.

This is the first time someone has given me such a solemn gift, and it was drawn by his own hands, with every stroke, outlining my appearance.

I was so moved that my mouth opened, but I didn't know what to say, so I muttered for a long time, and only spit out two words dryly: "Thank you."

Feng Ruobai looked at me with a somewhat cramped expression.

Seeing his uneasy appearance, I couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and said aloud: "If you have anything to say, you can say it."

He hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "Last time you suddenly hung up the phone, were you angry with me?"

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered when the "last time" was, and I couldn't help but feel cold.

At that time, Song Cheng pressed me down, and I still made such a ashamed voice, and now as long as I think about it, I still feel ashamed, especially when I am asked in person.

I didn't know how to answer, Feng Ruobai asked, "Did I disturb your rest?"

Seeing his cautious appearance, as if he was afraid that I would be angry, I felt distressed for a while, and quickly shook my head: "No, it's just that the things I raised are disobedient, and I was busy disciplining him at the time, so I didn't have time to tell you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He bent his eyes slightly and asked, "Then can I invite you to dinner again?"

I couldn't help but be amused by his solemn appearance, pointed to the box in my hand and laughed: "Is it a thank you gift for me to be a model?"

He shook his head: "It's not a thank you, I just want to eat with you."

The way he smiled almost dazzled me, and I couldn't help but be stunned, feeling like I was about to be stunned.

I thought about it for a moment and asked him, "Do you think we're friends?"

He nodded hurriedly: "Yes, and it's the first friend."

"In that case, you can come to me for dinner as long as I'm free." I touched the box in my hand and couldn't help but say, "This painting is so beautiful, I'll treat you to dinner next time." ”

Feng Ruobai's eyes lit up, and he looked at me with surprise, like a child who had done a good deed and got a little red flower.

Looking at his childish appearance, I felt warm, as if I was happy.

People come and go in front of Shui Yunsong, and the car can't stay here for a long time.

I got out of the car, looked at the box in my arms, couldn't put it down, and watched his car go away before turning around.

"What's the good thing to laugh so happily?" was walking towards the hall with the box, and Li Xiaomo's voice came.

Her eyes drifted far after the car, until she was out of sight, and then she looked back and fixed on the box in my arms.

I glanced at her, "So idle today?"

"There aren't many guests here." Li Xiaomo pursed his lips and said indifferently, "Besides, Mr. Zhao has taken care of me, do you think I will go to drink with those stinky men?" ”

I was speechless, and he laughed: "It's good if you're happy."

Li Xiaomo's face was ugly, his expression changed suddenly, and he sneered: "I've seen it all, that person is quite young, I really didn't expect that you could still be close to such a gold master." Why, the owner of the money has sent you something? ”

I didn't expect her to see Feng Ruobai, my heart trembled suddenly for a while, my eyes fell on her face gloomily, and I warned: "Take care of your mouth, don't talk nonsense everywhere if you shouldn't say."

"Sister right, you're nervous." Seeing my solemn expression, Li Xiaomo giggled instead, "What, is that your little friend?" ”

As soon as I heard her talk about Feng Ruobai in such a frivolous tone, I felt a wave of nausea in my heart.

He glared at her with a frown, and scolded, "I'll tell you to shut up."

"What, I can't say it?" She snorted softly, "You want me to say"

"Wenwen." I shouted towards the location of the rest area.

Wenwen immediately ran out and asked me what was wrong.

I pointed at Li Xiaomo: "Take her to the box upstairs and accompany her for a drink."

Li Xiaomo's expression changed abruptly, his face was dark and terrifying, and he said with pity: "You dare! Don't forget that Mr. Zhao took care of me. ”

I looked at her coldly, and couldn't help but sneer: "Then don't forget, Mr. Zhao never wants to step into Shui Yunsong." Since he has taken care of you, you have the ability to go out by yourself. ”

"You think I can't go?" She glared at me as well.

"Of course you're gone." I sneered at her and whispered in her ear, "But Song Cheng is still here, are you willing to leave?" ”

Her face froze, her hands clenched into fists, and a trace of panic and unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

I didn't expect that I would really guess that she refused to leave, it was really because there was Song Cheng here.

For a while, I didn't know whether to lament her for being too affectionate, or laugh at her stubbornness.

"Since you can't bear it, you will be obedient." I raised my hand and patted her on the cheek, muttering, "Don't give me a chance to get rid of you." ”

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