The dumplings are very fragrant, this is Song Shihao's first feeling, I don't know if it's because the people who pack it are different, so even the taste is different. Today's dumplings, she ate peace of mind and satisfaction, and there was still a little bit of happiness hidden in it.

She ate one bite at a time, as if she was tasting a delicacy, and she was reluctant to finish it immediately, and always had to taste it in her mouth for a while before swallowing it.

Looking at her heart-wrenching appearance, Yang Minghui had a very bad premonition in his heart, he always felt that Song Shihao was disappearing little by little, as if this meal was the last meal she ate in this world. As soon as this thought came to him, he was caught in a great sense of panic, and his heart jumped suddenly.

Subconsciously reached out and held Song Shihao's hand on the table, so thin, in the palm of his hand, but he felt that he was holding stability, and the feeling of panic precipitated.

Song Shihao was taken aback by his movements, and subconsciously withdrew his hand, but he clenched it. Her gaze fell on her hand that was held by him, and she slowly relaxed, and the strength of her hand became soothing: "Eat quickly, it should be cold in a while." ”

Yang Minghui directly explained the reason: "You make me uneasy. ”

Song Shihao looked up at her, and the corners of his mouth were faintly smiling: "What's uneasy?" I'm not going to go. The back of her hand flipped up, palm up, pressed against him, and with a little force, she shook him as if to soothe.

Yang Minghui looked at her in surprise, and always felt that tonight's Song Shihao was not the person he knew, not the person covered in thorns, and now she was weak and soft, like a delicate flower, which needed to be carefully cared for and loved.

The sofa in the living room was soft, the lights outside were bright and off, and Song Shihao's first movie was playing in the room. A costume drama, she plays a strategist who fights for the throne for the male protagonist, and she is dressed in white and wins the snow.

Yang Minghui held her in his arms, she didn't struggle, quietly let him hold her and watch the movie many years ago.

"It's the first time I've seen you on the big screen, but it's not the first time I've seen you. Xie Jinxiao and I are mortal enemies, and I naturally won't contribute to the box office for him, even if it's just a little bit. But I saw you in the publicity, so beautiful, so thrilling, so I went to Ling Cinema. ”

His voice sounded above her, and she looked at him in amazement, completely unaware that he had noticed her so early, when she hadn't even been there.

Yang Minghui felt her gaze and looked down at her, his amber pupils full of her reflections.

"Didn't you think of it," he laughed to himself, as if he was laughing at the bastard things he had done, "I wanted to keep an eye on you, and at that time I only had one thing on my mind, which was to lock you up, shut you up by my side, even if you broke your wings, it was terrible, right?" ”

Rao trembled in his arms, and he hugged her tighter: "But I can't help it, another reason is that Xie Jinxiao looks at you too closely, and you are so cold, there doesn't seem to be a trace of emotion in your eyes." I didn't realize what kind of relationship it was at the time, I just wanted to possess you, and it was better to pull you with me. ”

"I lack emotion in this life, and I have to work hard to get what I want, even if there are thousands of mountains and seas in between. It's like I grew up with humiliation and burdens in order to live, and endured everyone's strange, ill-intentioned eyes. When I became an adult, I returned to China and founded Xinghui, doing everything I could to seize capital and suck human blood steamed buns. ”