Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came, accompanied by a loud gasp, Song Yuqiao turned his head violently to look over, and saw Fang Yuan appearing in front of him with wet clothes, he was stunned, and looked at her blankly.

Is she going to get drenched in the rain?

Fang Yuan shouted, "You don't hate me, I don't hate you either, should we get back together."

Song Yuqiao's pupils shrank, hearing this, he didn't know what emotion was in his heart, in short, there was a feeling that all limbs and bones were evacuated, but when he saw her soaking wet, he began to feel distressed again.

He strode out a wide towel from the bathroom and put it directly on Fang Yuan's head.

Pulled off by Fang Yuan, she glared at Song Yuqiao fiercely: "Don't you want to get by, you say, do you want to be with me."

Song Yuqiao looked at her pretending to be fierce, and the hard heart in her heart softened.

He pursed his lips slightly, softened his tone, took the towel from her hand, and put it on her head again.

"Don't make a fuss, do you want to catch a cold?"

But before she could let go for a second, Fang Yuan ripped it open again, and she shouted unconvinced, "Even if I catch a cold, it's none of your business." ”

"I'm with you, and you're going to wipe your hair, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"If you don't ......" Fang Yuan said to herself, until his "okay" came out, her whole person was in a state of bewilderment, subconsciously silenced, her eyes widened, she looked at him in disbelief, her mouth was open and closed, she just didn't know what to say.

Finally, she cautiously asked, "Do you agree or disagree?"

"What do you say?"

Song Yuqiao looked at her helplessly, and saw that she was cautious like a cat, and felt a little sad.

I don't know why, if she is sad, he will be sad, if she is happy, he will be happy, as long as there is any news from her, he will be moved, it will not be like this before.

"Agreed?" Fang Yuan was very unconfident when she said this, because she was very unsure, there were too many unstable factors in the face of Song Yuqiao, so she was very unsure whether Song Yuqiao agreed or disagreed.

Song Yuqiao just looked at her with his eyes and didn't answer.

Fang Yuan's expectant heart gradually fell, she lowered her head and pouted slightly.

She said, how could it be so smooth? Sure enough, it still doesn't work.

"I see."

As soon as Fang Yuan's voice fell, Song Yuqiao's towel fell down with his head and face.

She was stunned, looked up in amazement, and found that the towel was blocking her vision, so she quickly lifted the towel and met Song Yuqiao's gentle and Sven eyes.

"What do you know?" Song Yuqiao patiently wiped her hair, wiped her wet hair clean, and couldn't help frowning while wiping, "You won't go around in the rain, will you?" ”

Fang Yuan glanced at him cowardly, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Just now she didn't know what kind of wind she was pumping and walked in the rain without an umbrella, maybe it was the rain that entered her brain, and then her brain was not clear. I felt that I had to come back and gamble, and gamble on the happiness of the rest of her life, so I pressed on it.

So she rushed straight up.

And then there was the scene just now.

"No, no, it's just that the wind outside is too strong, and the umbrella is blown away."

Fang Yuan weakly argued, looking like a little squirrel.

Cute and cute.

Song Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and smiled helplessly: "Wipe your hair clean, you go take a bath, your clothes are wet, I'll cook porridge."

His tone was very ordinary, as if nothing had happened just now, and he said this sentence naturally.

Fang Yuan's nervous and timid heart was immediately appeased, she glanced at Song Yuqiao deeply, and then walked quickly into the bathroom.

While Fang Yuan was taking a bath, Song Yuqiao began to knock on the door.

Fang Yuan's frightened shower gel didn't squeeze much, "What's wrong?!" ”

Song Yuqiao's voice paused, and quickly replied: "I don't have any lady's clothes here, I have pajamas that I haven't worn, do you mind?"

"Don't mind."

Fang Yuan hurriedly replied, only then did she realize that she had no clothes here, and the clothes she was wearing had become a puddle of water.

"Then I'll leave it at the door."

After speaking, Song Yuqiao's footsteps gradually moved away.

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then opened the door, there was a set of pajamas neatly placed on the chair outside the door, she swished to bring the pajamas in, and after closing the door, her heart beat faster.

Even though she had been in the house many times, she was still a little nervous.

After Fang Yuan finished washing, Song Yuqiao's porridge was also cooked, and he deliberately went down to buy brown sugar and added it to the porridge.

"Eat it hot."

Song Yuqiao put the porridge in front of her, walked to the window, and closed the window.

Block out the wind and rain outside the window.

Fang Yuan watched him walk away and then came over again, as soon as Song Yuqiao turned his head, he saw her staring at him stunned, and couldn't help but smile and come to her.

"What's wrong? Do I have flowers on my face? ”

"We ...... Now it's ...... What relationship? ”

Fang Yuan was very confused now, just now she had been thinking about it in the bathroom for a long time and didn't get an accurate answer from Song Yuqiao, only then did she find that she had fallen into the trap of her own fantasy again.

So even if there is a bowl of steaming porridge in front of her, she will not eat it.

Coupled with Song Yuqiao's imminent attitude, she was even more unpredictable.

When Song Yuqiao heard this, his eyes were half bent, and he reached out to rub her dry hair, funny and angry: "I'm like this, don't you know yet?"

His hands were like bombs, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

She still remembered what he had just said...... Would you like to wipe your hair if I was with you......

Seeing Fang Yuan's surprised gaze, Song Yuqiao knew that she knew, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "It's so stupid, I really can't help it." ”

"Are you really with me?" Fang Yuan stood up excitedly and came face to face with him.

Song Yuqiao blinked generously and nodded.

Fang Yuan's throat stalked, and he immediately pounced, put his hands around his neck, and began to whimper at his neck, the hot breath exhaled was hot and itchy.

Song Yuqiao was pounced on by her like this, he didn't stand firm on his feet, took two steps back, hugged her waist with both hands, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose, and he softened his tone: "What's wrong?"

"It's like I'm in a dream right now."

Fang Yuan replied silently, his hands tightly wrapped around his neck, as if he would disappear as soon as he let go.

"Why?" Song Yuqiao was silent for a moment, ripped off her arm, looked at her eyes were red, his eyes flashed, he wiped away her tears with the back of his hand, his eyebrows furrowed, "Don't cry, I won't let you cry again in the future." ”

Fang Yuan suppressed his desire to cry, sniffled, bit his lip, and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

"I don't know, I just want to cry right now." Fang Yuan lowered his head, his heart full of joy and excitement.