Early the next morning, Zhan Qi and Yao Rou had already sat at the dining table early to eat, Song Qingge was the first to go downstairs in the past, but today he was late to see anyone.

Just when Zhan Qi was a little skeptical that he had talked to her too heavily yesterday, so she cried all night like before, there was already a sound of slow footsteps on the stairs, and he immediately turned his head to look over.

The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of navy blue wide-leg trousers, followed by a white chiffon shirt, a plain knitted cardigan over it, hair tied into a high ponytail, and a light brown soft leather bag, walking towards the restaurant.

After she got closer, Zhan Qi discovered the point, she not only wore new clothes today, but even put on light makeup.

Song Qingge's appearance is also outstanding, but it is not the kind of beauty that makes people stunning at first sight, not like Yao Rou's aggressive beauty, nor like Xin Tian's cold and frosty alienation, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful it is, especially because her facial features are very fine, so it will be more attractive with a little modification.

With just that glance, Zhan Qi's gaze could no longer be taken off, and he looked at her with some surprise, and even lost his mind.

Only then did he realize that she seemed to be really different from five years ago, the lovely baby fat on her face had faded, and her thin cheekbones and pointed chin made her look more feminine, especially the toughness in her eyes, which was even more profound.

Even Yao Rou next to her was stunned, so much so that she blinked her eyes vigorously in disbelief, thinking that she had seen the wrong person.

Song Qingge, who was still depressed and embarrassed yesterday, how did he become a female white-collar worker with outstanding temperament overnight?

Knowing this, he also turned to look at her. Immediately shouted, "Mom is so beautiful~"

"Thank you, baby." Song Qingge bent down and kissed her on the forehead, put down the bag and started breakfast.

Yao Rou, who was sitting opposite, looked at her, especially after seeing her bag and clothes with various famous brands, the sour energy in her heart immediately surged up, and she squinted at her with jealousy.

Zhan Qi squinted at her slightly, and wanted to ask her what she was going to do in this appearance, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed back when he remembered what happened yesterday.

She didn't necessarily dress up like this to show him, since it wasn't for him, then naturally it was a battle trick.

As soon as he thought of her dressing up for the sake of the battle tricks, he felt unhappy for a while, and naturally he didn't want to say a word to her.

Since she has such a good relationship with Zhanjue, and he buys things and sends her home, what does he have to say?

In the end, Yao Rou couldn't hold it back, and said lukewarmly with her eyes sideways: "Yo, my sister is really beautiful today, are you going to meet someone?" ”

She deliberately led the topic to the wrong path, and although Zhan Qi on the side had no expression on his face, his pursed lips still showed that he cared very much.

Song Qingge naturally heard the cynicism in her words, but she cared more about Yao Rou's "sister".

What did she think was going on now? She Song Qingge is the original partner of the big house, is she Yao Rou a concubine in the partial house? It's still called my sister, I'm really not afraid that I'm not ashamed enough.

Looking up and smiling, Song Qingge sneered: "Who stipulates that you can only dress up when you go out to meet people?" Can't I dress up to show myself? Do you want to be like Miss Yao, serving people with Israel, just to please men? ”

"You!" Yao Rou just wanted to shout, but then thought that she was still in the warning stage, so she had to sit down again with her anger in her anger, gritted her teeth and smiled, "Sister, where is this, I'm just asking." ”

"Don't call me sister." Song Qingge raised his hand to stop her, "I have had a sister in my life, she has died abroad, Miss Yao, don't scream." ”

Yao Rou was angry when she saw that she didn't eat oil and salt, but she had to endure it because of Zhan Qi's face.

Since Song Qingge sat there, Zhan Qi's gaze had hardly left her face, his gaze was firmly glued to her face, as if he could see through it.

Where is she going when she is dressed so beautifully?

After the reunion, this is the first time she has put on makeup, and who is she wearing makeup to?

Looking at her mental state, it seems that she is in a good mental state, did yesterday's events have no effect on her at all? How could she still rest so well?

He tossed and turned, and he didn't sleep well all night.

Countless questions popped up in his mind to ask her, but after seeing her face, he couldn't open his mouth to ask.

That's it, it doesn't matter who she is changing clothes for, who she makes, who she is happy for, and who she is busy with, she herself has made it very clear yesterday, they have nothing to do with each other, what does she have to do with him? He doesn't care who she's dressed up for!

Zhan Qi lowered his head angrily and gulped down the porridge, but he still couldn't help but look at her with his spare eyes in the gap between drinking the porridge.

Here's how she ...... Is it really for the sake of war tricks?

He couldn't hold back his cranky thoughts.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Song Qingge turned his head to look at Zhizhi, and asked with a smile: "Has the baby finished eating?" After eating, we went to school. ”

"I'm full~" Knowing that he was energetic, he jumped down from the chair, took the schoolbag handed over by Aunt Qin, and pulled her and walked out.

Zhan Qi's gaze was always glued to her, and until she left the house, he never asked his questions.

*

After sending him to the kindergarten, Song Qingge immediately took a taxi to the company. After all, it was her first day of work, and she was still a little worried that the bus would be jammed, so she gritted her teeth and hit a car.

When she went, it was less than ten minutes before she went to work, and she thought that there should already be a lot of colleagues, but she didn't expect that the office was empty, and there were no people.

She had no choice but to go to Wei Lai's office first, only to find that her office could not be described in a single garbled word. The desk was littered with drawings of all kinds, the sewing machine was not turned off, and the notebook was open. But they don't know where they go.

Song Qingge shook her head helplessly and smiled, put down her bag and began to tidy up the desk for her, because she didn't know her work habits very well, so she only roughly tidied up, and was busy when the door of the lounge next to her was opened.

"Ah~~"

Wei Lai yawned as he stretched out and walked out of the lounge, still wearing pajamas, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Morning~" Wei Lai beckoned to her sleepily, and said angrily: "Why are you here so early?" ”

It's not too early, is it? It's been more than ten minutes since I went to work......

Song Qingge twitched the corners of his mouth, "Didn't Director Wei go home last night?" ”

"What kind of home are you going back, there are new products to be launched recently, and I have to prepare for the press conference, how can I have time to go home." After taking a glass of water and drinking it, Wei Lai seemed to sober up a little and turned his head to look at her. Then he nodded thoughtfully, "You're still wearing a good outfit today." ”

After changing clothes, washing and makeup, Wei Lai became the bright and beautiful woman again, and when she went to the meeting, she secretly said to Song Qingge: "I just got up in the morning and looked ugly, don't tell others, especially Xue Yan." ”

"Xue Yan?" Song Qingge was puzzled.

"It's the boss of Shengxuan, the investor of this office building." Wei Lai raised his eyebrows, patted his chest and said proudly: "My man." After speaking, he pouted and whispered: "Although he didn't admit it." ”

This meeting was specially held to introduce Song Qingge, and Song Qingge also met all his colleagues at the meeting, including a male stylist with long hair in a skirt, and a cutting-edge female designer wearing a motorcycle vest with heavy makeup.

After coming out of the conference room, Wei Lai said to her: "Originally, I also wanted you to participate in the design of new products, but according to the surname Zhan, he seems to have asked you to design a performance dress for him, right?" ”

"Well, yes." Song Qingge nodded.

"Then it can't be helped." Wei Lai scratched his head and led her to a cubicle to sit down, "In that case, you can focus on him during this time, and you can come to me at any time if you have any questions." You're going to use this desk for the time being. ”

"Thank you, Director Wei." Song Qingge was grateful, and didn't know what to say.

Wei Lai patted her shoulder generously and said with a smile: "Don't be so pretentious, just call me Lailai in the future." ”

Seeing Wei Lai return to her office, Song Qingge couldn't help but smile, and after a while, she looked down at her desk.

When she first started to study design, her father also gave her an electric sewing machine, and he also converted a room for her into her study and studio, full of all kinds of design books.

After returning to Zhan's house, she also secretly went to that room to look, but found that it was locked, and she thought it had been destroyed by Zhan Qi at all.

Raising her hand and touching the small sewing machine, she suddenly had mixed feelings in her heart.

The picture designed before was torn off by Zhan Qi, although she glued it in the end, but she also found some problems on it, so she finally tore it off and started over. However, inspiration is not something that can be found at all times, and she sat at the table all day without any inspiration until the end of the day.

There has been no good inspiration, but the days of the performance of the battle trick are approaching step by step, and Song Qingge is so anxious that he can't sleep all night.

Because of the previous dispute, Zhan Qi was also in a period of cold holding, with a tense face every day, no matter what he was doing in a meeting or doing anything, there was almost no expression, so that the people below were nervous every time they saw him.

Zhan Qi already had a mustard in his heart, coupled with the words he said in the garden that day, he said that he wanted to be Song Qingge's knight, and he was extremely annoyed when he thought about it, and he was unwilling to talk to Song Qingge.

He didn't even open his mouth, and Song Qingge wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him if he had nothing to do, not to mention that she was already busy with her own design during this time, and she didn't care about where he hurt or itched.

So the Cold War unfolded silently, obviously living under the same roof, but they didn't say a word to each other, and when they ate in the morning and evening, no one made a sound, and Song Qingge went upstairs directly after eating.

A few days passed like this, until one day, Zhan Jue suddenly called her and asked her about the progress of the design.

She felt that if she continued like this, she would definitely delay the recital of Zhanjue, so she asked, "Mr. Zhan, when will Miss Ishikawa return to China?" ”

"She'll probably have more than half a year. What's wrong? ”

Thinking that he still had no clue, Song Qingge suddenly felt very depressed, and sighed, "I think...... You'd better look for her, I'm probably not suitable......"

Zhan Jue's tone was very good at the beginning, but when he heard her words, he suddenly became angry, and raised his voice on the phone, "Why do you think I introduced you to Wei Lai?" Do I have nothing to do when I'm idle? Since you don't cherish your opportunities so much, then I have nothing to say, so you can do it yourself! ”

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone angrily, and the sudden busy sound made Song Qingge startled, and he was even a little at a loss.

For a long time, the battle trick has been shown as a gentleman and elegant, and suddenly he also broke out, which made Song Qingge a little confused.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingge sat on the bed in a daze. Still can't recover from the anger of the battle just now. After a long time, she remembered that before she hung up the phone, the music that was being rehearsed there seemed to be "Jasmine".

Jasmine......

That's right!

Song Qingge suddenly stood up suddenly, his eyes full of excitement.

She remembered that the agent of Zhan Jue had revealed to her that the concert of Zhan Jue this time was mainly Chinese style, the opening was a symphony, and the rhythm would slowly slow down, and there was also a four-hand joint play with the piano prodigy who has become popular recently, and the finale was a few traditional songs, such as "Liang Zhu", "Jasmine", "Little River Flowing Water" and other folk music.

In that case, she seems to have some ideas.

Lowering her head and thinking about it carefully, the inspiration instantly surged in her mind like a spring, which made her whole body excited, and she immediately pulled out a chair and sat down to start drawing.

There will be a lot of different pieces in one concert. Therefore, it is natural that a set of dresses cannot be worn from head to end, and there must be different appearance dresses for different styles and tracks, that is to say, she has to design more than one set this time.

Because she was afraid that the hard-won inspiration would float away if she was not careful, she struck while the iron was hot, wrote down her inspiration on a sticky note paper casually, and then began to draw.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright that Song Qingge finally made the design drawings of his three sets of performance dresses.

As the sun rose, Song Qingge also put down his drawing pencil, sat up straight and stretched his waist, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to understand the state of seeing her in Wei Lai's office that day.

Holding up the sketch he had drawn, Song Qingge raised the corners of his lips happily.

I don't know when I woke up in bed. Rubbing his eyes, he asked in a milky voice: "Mom, why did you get up so early~"

"Mom has woken up." She walked up and sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed her daughter on the face, and rubbed her cheek, "Good morning, baby." ”

Although he didn't sleep all night, Song Qingge, who was inspired, was still as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, not to mention how energetic he was, but his face was a little haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavy.

When eating breakfast, Zhan Qi looked up at her more than once, but she was buried in eating from beginning to end, and she didn't even look up at him, and she ate quickly and quickly, as if someone was robbing her, which made him frown.

He wanted to remind her to be careful of choking, but before the words came out, Song Qingge had already finished breakfast and beckoned to go out.

As before, she hadn't looked at him from the moment she sat at the table, until she went out with the baby.

Zhan Qi's hand under the table secretly tightened into a fist, and his tense side face was already dyed with a touch of anger. Before, he didn't want to talk to her, but now he finally wanted to speak, but she didn't even give him a chance to speak.

This dead woman is really getting more and more unpleasant!

*

Although Song Qingge has slowly regained the feeling she had when she first learned design, after all, it has been shelved for so many years, so after designing the sketch, she still showed it to Wei Lai first and asked her to give her advice.

Although Wei Lai usually looks very arrogant and heartless, he is extremely strict in terms of design, and even a little perverted.

Song Qingge originally thought that after seeing her unpopular design drawing, Wei Lai would definitely make her completely skinless, but she didn't expect her to just nod while drinking coffee: "I didn't expect you to have two more strokes, the design is not bad, a bit like when Ishikawa first debuted." ”

Song Qingge lowered his eyes a little embarrassed, "I like Miss Ishikawa very much, so I ......"

"So it's inevitable that there will be some traces of imitation." Wei Lai slapped her picture on the table and said earnestly: "You have just debuted now, and it is normal for you to imitate others, but it is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and what you imitate is still Ishikawa's fur, and the real connotation is very little." It's not very serious for you right now, but if you want to go long on this path, you have to have your own style. ”

Song Qingge nodded humbly, "I know." ”

"Alright, take this to Zhan Jue and his agent, and if they nod, you can move on to the next step." Wei Lai patted her shoulder encouragingly, "Just debuted, it's already good to be able to do your step." ”

Song Qingge nodded gratefully, "Then I'll go first." ”

Because Zhan Jue lost his temper with her yesterday, Song Qingge had always been a little apprehensive in his heart, and he hesitated for a long time holding his mobile phone before dialing Zhan Jue's phone.

"Dudu" was busy for a long time, and it was not until Song Qingge wanted to give up hanging up the phone that the battle trick over there finally picked up the phone.

"Hello?" The tone is still hard, and it seems that it is still not discouraged.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Mr. Zhan, I'm Song Qingge......"

"I know." The battle trick is very indifferent.

"That...... I had an inspiration yesterday, so I've already thought about what kind of design I'm going to make, can I meet you now? I'd like to show you a sketch. ”

"Did you draw it?" The battle trick was obviously a little surprised.

"Yes, yesterday I suddenly had an inspiration ......"

"In that case, you go to my studio and wait for me first, I'm rehearsing now, and I'll rush back immediately." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry, and didn't even give her a chance to say "don't be in such a hurry".

Holding the phone and shaking his head, Song Qingge had no choice but to go to his studio first.

Zhan Jue has never joined any agency, but has his own music studio, although he is a pianist, but he has also written some tunes, and he will cooperate with like-minded friends.

Before this, Song Qingge had never been to his studio, only knew that it was in the city center, and the location was easy to find, so it didn't take her long to find it.

As soon as she entered, someone came up to receive her and led her to the office of Zhan Jue to sit down first.

Probably because of his habit of cleanliness, Zhanjue's office is in a white minimalist style, and there is nothing in the entire office, only two computers on the desk, and some trophies and photos in the bookcase next to it.

is different from Zhan Qi, who has lived a life of hiding in Tibet since he was a child, Zhan Jue lived a very good life when he was young, and his eldest brother Zhan Lu loved him very much. So he has received a good education since he was a child, and probably because of this, it has also caused the difference in the personalities of the two.

Zhan Qi is domineering and strong, he does his own thing, he always upholds individualism in doing things, and he doesn't value what others think of him.

The battle tricks are gentle and elegant, gentlemen and meticulous, and they are considerate everywhere, and they are very considerate of others.

It was really in response to that sentence, "Men are not bad and women are not loved", she was too young back then, so she was easily attracted by the imposing, cold and strong Zhan Qi.

If time could be repeated, she might not necessarily choose a man like Zhan Qi......

Just as she was thinking wildly, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and then Zhan Jue pushed the door open.

He probably ran all the way up, because he was running too fast, so he was still panting, and even sweat was oozing from his forehead, looking anxious.

Song Qingge stood in place and was stunned for a few seconds, and then said in some surprise: "Actually, there is no need to rush so much today......

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhan Jue waved his hand disappreciatively, "You said you had already designed it?" Take it out and show me how the design is. ”

"Okay." Song Qingge took out a sketchbook from his bag and put it on the table, and explained while reading it to him: "I have learned from your agent, you focus on Chinese style this time, and you also have a repertoire that you play with others. I looked at the performance schedule, and there were 32 pieces in total, and except for the opening symphony, which was a black tuxedo, there were three interludes in between, which meant that you had to change your clothes three times. ”

"So I prepared three dresses. The first set is a silver-grey suit that goes well with a tie or bow tie when you start playing solo. Wear a black shirt on it. The second set is a more improvisational and casual stage, and you also have a joint play with the little prodigy, so I think the atmosphere at this time should be more relaxed, so I think it is better to use a navy blue one-button suit, which can be paired with a white shirt. The third stage is the finale of the Chinese-style repertoire, folk music is generally more melodious and gentle, such as "Little River Flowing Water" and "Jasmine", so I think you wear a white suit to match the occasion, first, to match your repertoire, and secondly, to directly connect with the end of the performance, you can't wear too casual and frivolous colors, and white is simple and generous, what do you think? ”

She explained to him earnestly as she spoke, and then looked at him nervously after speaking.

Zhan Jue first looked down at her sketch and didn't speak, but just when she thought it was going to be dismissed, he looked up at her and smiled. "I think it's good."

Song Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, "Really? ”

"Well, it's really good. Whether it's in terms of style or color, you're doing it very seriously and just right. He nodded approvingly and said, "Go on." ”

"Great, great!" Song Qingge clenched his fists happily, his bright eyes were full of pleasure, "Then I'll continue." ”

"Okay."

After a brief conversation, Zhan Jue flipped through her sketchbook, and at the end, she saw a painting of a man and a woman.

The painting is not very delicate, even a little rough, and the figure has no face, but the woman is wearing a beautiful dress, intimately holding the man's arm, leaning slightly on his shoulder, and the posture is very intimate.

Zhan Jue looked at it, and suddenly took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the painting.

Song Qingge was stunned when he saw this, "Mr. Zhan, ...... are you?"

"I think this painting is quite interesting, there is an indescribable artistic conception." Zhan Jue waved his mobile phone at her and said with a smile: "Stay as a souvenir." ”

Song Qingge was a little embarrassed, "That's just a casual painting by me, where is it worth your special shooting." ”

The two talked a little more about the dress, and Song Qingge left his office.

Looking at her back, Zhan Jue finally let out a long sigh.

*

Once the initial sample drawings are made, the next step of the design can be determined, and then the samples and samples need to be made.

Because of the tight time, Song Qingge didn't have much time to waste, so after he went back, he began to determine the specific colors and clothes. Because of this, she didn't have time to take care of Zhan Qi, and she went back to her room every day without even eating dinner.

She was just like this for a day or two, and it was this virtue for almost a week in a row, and the anger that Zhan Qi had suppressed for a long time finally couldn't hold back anymore.

After Song Qingge went home that night, he threw down the sentence "I won't eat it" and went straight upstairs, Zhan Qi looked at her back, only to feel a fire pounding in his heart, almost igniting his blood.

After eating, Zhan Qi returned to the study in annoyance, as long as he was in a bad mood in the past, he would use work to relieve him. But now looking at those complicated and lengthy documents, he not only did not feel relaxed, but became more irritable.

Raising his hand to sweep away the papers on the table, he pressed his eyebrows in annoyance and decided that he still wanted to take a shower first.

On the way back to the room, he happened to pass by the guest room where Song Qingge lived, the door was open, he almost didn't think much about it, he glanced sideways, but found that she had fallen asleep on the table at some point.

Zhan Qi didn't know what this woman had been busy with recently, but the people sent out came back to tell him that she seemed to have found a new job now and was busy every day.

In fact, Zhan Qi could also feel that she had gone into the room as soon as she got home recently, and she was vaguely aware that she was probably designing a performance dress for Zhan Jue.

There had been countless times when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he wanted to get up from the bed and rush into her room to tear her drawings to shreds, but whenever he thought of it, he couldn't help but think of the time when she asked him with red eyes and asked him if he was funny.

Remembering her excited reaction and desperate look at that time, he always wanted to kill with jealousy in his heart, but he still had to suppress his anger.

Zhan Qi looked outside, and finally couldn't help but push open the door and walked in lightly.

Probably because she was really tired recently, she could fall asleep on the table, and Zhan Qi walked up and saw her side face. The long eyelashes were like a feather fan in the light of the lamp, constantly sweeping around his heart. There was a heavy dark shadow under his eyes, apparently the result of not resting well for several days, and even his lips were a little chapped.

He was angry when he saw that she was not a human or a ghost, and when he looked around, he saw the sketchbook on the table again.

Zhan Qi hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but bend down and raise her elbow, and gently pulled the sketchbook out from under her arm.

The plain white paper is drawn with exaggerated and messy lines in pencil, and the figure has no expression, but can barely tell that it is a man, and he is wearing a suit.

He didn't know anything about the so-called design and collocation, and she had tried to pull him into her world, so she had spent a lot of time explaining to him the miscellaneous drawings, but he didn't listen to a word, and cut off her world.

Now he wants to understand the connotation of her picture and the central idea she wants to express, but he can't understand anything.

Zhan Qi turned a few pages in succession with some irritability, but found that they were all exaggerated and distorted models, men without faces, and the only thing that could be seen was all kinds of suits, one button, two buttons, deep V, and stand-up collars.

He kept turning backwards until he reached the last page, and he realized that it was a colored, not a picture, but a painting.

The painting has no background, there are only two people on it, a man and a woman, without faces and expressions like her blueprints, the man is wearing a black suit and no tie, with one hand in his pocket, the other bent over his chest, and a slender hand wrapped around his arm. The woman has long hair, wears a champagne-colored dress skirt, and leans slightly sideways on the man's shoulder, and the posture of the two people is very intimate.

Obviously, those two people didn't even have faces, and he couldn't tell who it was, but he looked at the man, but suddenly felt a little unhappy.

He is very self-aware, because he will never pose like that in either the painting or in reality, so the man in the painting can never be him.

So who is she drawing? Tricks? And what about the woman next to him? Is it herself?

It turns out that in her heart, does the battle trick already have such an idea......

Somehow, at that moment, the only person he could think of was the battle technique.

He looked at the two people who were leaning against each other on the painting, only to feel that his eyes felt as if they had been scalded by boiling water, and he felt pain, and the next second he had uncontrollably ripped the painting off the sketchbook and crumpled it into a ball of paper.

A crisp sound of "stabbing" woke up Song Qingge in her sleep, and when she heard the sound of tearing paper, she almost reflexively thought of her picture.

Turning his head to see Zhan Qi with an angry face, as well as the sketchbook in his hand, Song Qingge's eyes immediately widened nervously, and he said anxiously: "Zhan Qi, what are you doing!" Give me back my notebook! ”

She had already experienced the nightmare of having her draft destroyed once and never wanted to go through it a second time.

However, Zhan Qi just stared at her expressionlessly, clutching her sketchbook tightly in his hand, without any intention of returning it to her.

Song Qingge turned his eyes and saw the paper ball in his hand, and his heart suddenly became more anxious, and he stomped his feet and said, "Are you insane?" Which of my drawings did you kill again? Zhan Qi, are you still finished? Did you know that is important to me? ”

The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, and the thought of her nearly sleepless achievements being ruined by him made her voice a little crying.

Zhan Qi looked at her anxious appearance, pursed his lips, and finally handed her the notebook.

As soon as he handed the notebook to her, Song Qingge snatched it away. After looking through it nervously and finding that there was no trace of destruction, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The hanging heart was relaxed, and Song Qingge realized that he was actually standing in her room, and immediately frowned: "When did you come in?" Who let you in? ”

"This is my house, I can come in if I want." Zhan Qi's face turned pale, and he squinted his eyes and said: "On the contrary, you have become more and more arrogant recently, you don't eat dinner, you go upstairs without saying a word, even if you stay in a hotel, you still have to register, what do you think I am here?" Hotel? ”

Song Qingge looked at him a little impatiently and said, "Mr. Zhan, please make it clear, I didn't want to live in it from the beginning, you forced me to come here, what do you want me to do here?" Isn't it possible to think of the cage as a home for tired birds? ”

Cage?

She described it as a cage?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingge said again: "If you can." I really don't want to live here, as long as you say a word, I will leave with my children right now, and I will definitely not drag the mud and water. ”

Zhan Qi looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly felt that she was so strange, so strange that he almost didn't recognize her.

When she was divorced, she held the handrail of the stairs and refused to let go, crying and begging him not to divorce and not to drive her away, but now she said that she could leave without hesitation.

She just didn't want to live under the same roof as him?

Is that all she wants to get rid of him?

Zhan Qi wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him, his deep gaze seemed to be trying to see a hole in her.

Song Qingge couldn't stand his eyes the most, staring at her for a moment, as if he was accusing her of accusing her, obviously she didn't do anything and was a little uncomfortable to be seen by him.

Taking a step back, Song Qingge deliberately kept a safe distance from him, and frowned: "Are you okay?" I'll go out if I'm fine, I'm tired and want to rest early. ”

However, instead of retreating, Zhan Qi took another step forward, and said in a low voice: "Song Qingge, did I tell you that if you live in my house, you must obey me. ”

Song Qingge was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stepped back, "What do you mean?" ”

However, she had already retreated to the side of the bed, and in the next second, Zhan Qi leaned forward, and she fell to the bed, and then Zhan Qi leaned over and pressed on.

"What I mean is that my home isn't for you to live in for free, and you have to pay some."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, tossing and turning. There is even a hint of affection in the eagerness.

In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, since they met again, most of them were forced by him, and none of them were willingly done by her, and the kiss turned into a bite, completely losing the original taste.

He inexplicably missed the woman who would take the initiative to hook his neck and kiss her on the bed, although it was jerky, he could feel her full of passion and love.

After meeting again, he always kept comparing her with her in the past, and the more he compared, the more disappointed he became.

He was suddenly a little unwilling, obviously he was still immersed in the memories of the past and couldn't extricate himself, why could she withdraw so easily and calmly, as if the past was just a dream for her, and there was nothing left when she woke up from the dream.

He doesn't like this, he wants the woman who will please him earnestly in the past, and he wants the Song Qingge who can't wait to give him his heart in the past.

Think about it this way. He kissed her even more so eagerly that he even bit her lip.

However, in the next second, a heavy slap slapped him in the face, followed by Song Qingge's angry shout of shame and indignation, "Zhan Qi! I'm not the you want to want. Woman! ”