"Alright."

"I really like you." Shao Tingxun hugged her waist and didn't let go.

"Okay, I'm just going to pour a glass of water."

"Don't."

In the end, Song Qingyin still asked Shao Tingxun to let go of the hand holding her hand, but there was a claw on the corner of her clothes, firmly grasping the corners of Song Qingyin's clothes.

"Okay, drink water."

"Ahh

"Flutter." Looking at Shao Tingxun's loyal dog, Song Qingyin couldn't help laughing.

"If only you were so obedient." Shao Tingxun's mouth is always very smelly, and when he speaks, he will make Song Qingyin jump to his feet.

Song Qingyin helped Shao Tingxun to the sofa and sat down, and Shao Tingxun looked at Song Qingyin with a pair of lovelorn eyes for a moment.

"I don't want to lose face, okay, I want you." This sentence made Song Qingyin's heart tremble, she didn't know if it was true to spit out the truth after drinking, but at this moment she was really moved.

"Seriously?"

But Shao Tingxun had already closed his eyes and slept, and he couldn't hear Song Qingyin's inquiry at all.

Song Qingyin sighed, trying to free the corner of his clothes from Shao Tingxun's hands, but tried several times and failed.

She had no choice but to sit on the feet of the sofa and wait for Shao Tingxun to fall asleep before leaving, but she accidentally fell asleep while sitting here.

In the morning, the sunlight outside the window leaked in through the window and shone on Shao Tingxun's eyes, and he squinted uncomfortably before slowly opening his eyes.

The decoration in front of him was a little unfamiliar, and there seemed to be something pressing on his legs that made his legs a little numb.

He sat up and saw the man he hadn't seen in a long time, lying quietly on his lap.

What did he do last night?

Shao Tingxun knocked on his swollen head, and some fragments vaguely flashed into his mind.

The person who chirped and coquettishly played with Song Qingyin yesterday must not be himself, but seeing that Song Qingyin seemed to have lost his temper, he began to feel relieved again, it was obviously himself, and he could afford to put it down.

"Hmm~" Song Qingyin felt that her neck was about to be broken, so she slept on Shao Tingxun's lap all night, fortunately, there was air conditioning in the house and no money was needed, otherwise Song Qingyin would definitely have a cold now.

"Awake?" Shao Tingxun was a little apprehensive when he saw Song Qingyin twisting his sore neck.

"Hmm." Song Qingyin nodded, didn't speak, just lay on his stomach for too long, and his head was a little dizzy. Fortunately, Shao Tingxun quickly supported Song Qingyin's shaky body, so that she would not fall to the ground.

"Thank you." Seeing that Song Qingyin was not polite to him, Shao Tingxun breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"Are you going out for breakfast in a moment?"

"Hmm." Song Qingyin touched her stomach, she was indeed a little hungry, her Diyuntu reaction had improved a lot during this time, but her appetite began to grow, and she obviously felt that she had gained a lot of weight.

During the two of them went to dinner, they tacitly did not mention the previous Cold War events, as if those things had never happened before.

Song Qingyin ate two baskets of soup dumplings and several bowls of porridge, which was the same amount of food as if he hadn't eaten for several days, which made Shao Tingxun have to be amazed.

"I'll send you back."

"Okay." Song Qingyin nodded and did not refuse.

Shao Tingxun looked at Song Qingyin standing beside him, and he felt that many things still had to be explained clearly.

"Are we reconciled?"

"What do you think?" Song Qingyin asked rhetorically.

"I don't know." It all depends on what Song Qingyin means, and he doesn't dare to make a conclusion at will.

"I don't think it's okay."

"I think we've reconciled."

"I'll think about it again." Shao Tingxun's hopeful appearance made Song Qingyin unable to say cruel words, and the fragility of this big boy last night was still vivid.

"Really willing to think about it."

"I'll think about it."

Song Qingyin didn't give Shao Tingxun a direct answer, Shao Tingxun looks like a child everywhere, besides, his family still has so much pressure, don't say anything else, his sister and mother don't like her to be with Shao Tingxun, listening to Shao Tingxun's mother's tone, it seems that their whole family doesn't want Shao Tingxun to be with his god.

Song Qingyin still couldn't believe that Shao Tingxun could take care of the little one in his belly, and as for the reconciliation, he really had to think about it.

If he refuses directly, Song Qingyin can't say anything, and when Shao Tingxun gets tired of it, he may be willing to leave.

"Okay then." Shao Tingxun's voice sounded a little disappointed, but after a while, he was relieved.

"If you have something to do, go back first, I'll go to Professor Gu in a while."

"You want to stay with him? How long. This jealous look made Song Qingyin roll her eyes.

"Of course, I am with Professor Gu almost every day."

"You're not allowed to stay with that wood."

"Professor Gu is called knowledgeable."

"I don't care, I just don't."

"Then I don't want to think about it."

"Then I'm leaving." Song Qingyin watched Shao Tingxun gradually move away and did not forget to turn back one step at a time, a little weak.

Shao Tingxun like this, if he leaves him, will he still like others?

But she said all the cruel words, she could only give up Shao Tingxun for the sake of the child, she said sorry to Shao Tingxun in her heart, and then slowly walked towards the teaching building.

"Sister Fairy, have you been free lately?"

"What?"

"I want to treat you to a meal."

"I've been free lately, so why don't I treat you to a meal?" Song Qingyin knew that he was not without feelings for Shao Tingxun, but Shao Tingxun's family and Shao Tingxun himself could not let Song Qingyin confess his pregnancy to Shao Tingxun with confidence, so it was better to leave like this.

Song Qingyin has thought a lot in the past few days, and this is Song Qingyin's final decision.

"Okay, where to eat."

"Come to school. I'll cook it for you, and I don't seem to have cooked for you properly. ”

Such an answer seemed to flatter the person on the other side of the phone, and Song Qingyin didn't hear Shao Tingxun's voice for a long time.

She took a puzzled breath: "If you don't want to, ......"

"I want to, I do, who said I don't want to." Song Qingyin's words were interrupted by Shao Tingxun before he could finish speaking.

"Okay, then you can come over on Sunday."

"May I come and see you today?"

"I'm going home today, you don't want to come over, I want to go back to accompany the master and his old man."

"Okay then." Shao Tingxun's voice sounded a little disappointed, but he still hung up the phone obediently.

Song Qingyin also found that since this reconciliation, Shao Tingxun seemed to be very insecure, and she only nodded her head when she said anything.

Song Qingyin rarely went back since she knew that she was pregnant, because she didn't dare to let the old god stick know about her pregnancy.

In Song Qingyin's heart. The old god stick is an existence like an old father, and his body is not very good now, Song Qingyin is afraid that if he is angry, his body will not be good.

But recently, Song Qingyin has decided to leave this place, and she wants to go back and have a look.

Sunday came quickly, and Song Qingyin set an alarm clock early in the morning to wake herself up, because she was going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

The wet market is a very inclusive place, whether you are rich or poor.

Song Qingyin walked into the vegetable market and already carried a lot of things in his hands for a while.

"Where are you?"

"Vegetable market, okay, it's too noisy here, I'll hang up first." Song Qingyin hung up the phone and began to bargain with the aunt who bought vegetables.

But she didn't expect to meet two people here that she never thought of, this is her half-sister and the stepmother.

These two can be said to be Song Qingyin's childhood nightmare, she never thought she would meet them here.

"Isn't this our eldest lady? I haven't seen it so depressed in a few years. Originally, Song Qingyin didn't see the two of them passing by, but these two people didn't seem to want to let Song Qingyin go like this.

"Didn't you come to the market to buy groceries? Am I not going to be able to come? Soon the quarrel between the three attracted a lot of onlookers, and these people were not thinking about the excitement, and they began to discuss it on the side without knowing what was going on.

Song Qingyin didn't want to argue with these people, because it meant that the memories of her worst years, those memories she desperately wanted to forget would come back.

"If it's okay, I'll go first."

"Hey, don't go, I heard that you have been adopted recently, I don't know if it's true, but looking at your face, I'm not far from ten." Song Qingle looked at the people around him, and the eyes on Song Qingle's face gradually changed from curiosity to disdain, and he looked at Song Qingle triumphantly. It's like a peacock that has won a battle.

"That's right, my face is still supported by someone, unlike some people who don't want it." Song Qingyin also heard a little about Song Qingle, and fell in love with a rich second generation of rich, but people didn't look down on her at all.

Song Qingyin's words just stepped on Song Qingle's call, and she instantly jumped like thunder.

"Song Qingyin, you say it again."

"You fox daughter still dare to say anything about me."

Originally, he didn't want to provoke them at all, but these people didn't let him go, and Song Qingyin didn't seem to be a person to mess with, but he just had a better temper.

"Song Qingyin, I'll fight with you." Seeing the people around her pointing at herself, Song Qingle finally couldn't help but make a move, she grabbed Song Qingyin's collar and hair, Song Qingyin was holding a lot of things in her hands, and the pregnant person was not very strong.

There was no air circulation around him, and Song Qingyin couldn't help but feel that his breathing was very tight, and his head lost consciousness as soon as he was heavy.

"Murdered."

I don't know who said it, which made Song Qingle a little scared, and ran away with his mother.