The hand around her suddenly tightened, and he gritted his teeth and spoke in her ear: "Good time, don't get married, I'm afraid I'll go crazy." ”

Song Shihao tried to break free, but didn't break free, she simply let him hold it, regardless of the pain of her bones being strangled by him, she took a deep breath as much as she could, and said a little coldly: "What will you do then?" Kill me? Or kill the person I'm marrying someone I married? Yang Minghui, if there is one, I will remove the obstacle first. ”

Yang Minghui chuckled in her ear: "Then I'll hand you the knife." ”

Song Shihao was very tired and didn't answer his words.

"What do you want to do in a moment?"

Song Shihao looked at the traffic outside the window in a daze, she used to fill herself with work, so that she wouldn't think that there was such a festival in this world that needed reunion, but now she can't do anything.

She was silent for a while before she spoke: ""The Favorite" has been released. ”

Yang Minghui immediately let go of her, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call the person in charge of the cinema: "I'll accompany you, what time do you want to see it?" ”

Song Shi thought for a while: "It's midnight, there are few people." ”

He chartered the scene and took Song Shihao over at midnight. Before going out, he wrapped Song Shihao tightly to ensure that she did not leak a little wind on her body, and did not let her get a little cold, and the scarf directly blocked half of her face, except for her eyes, there was no place on her body that came into contact with cold air.

When Yang Minghui was doing this, Song Shihao kept looking at him, his movements were gentle but careful, and his eyebrows and eyes were serious, afraid that she would freeze. She chuckled in her heart, if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, how good it would be, she didn't know about others, but she must be happy.

After wrapping her, Yang Minghui took her hand and walked out of the house. The midnight wind was cold, and he put her hand directly into his pocket. The cinema was not far from the apartment and they were ready to walk over.

The street lamp stretched the two shadows, and in the shadows they snuggled up to each other, looking very happy. His palms and pockets were warm, and he slowly warmed those cold hands.

The two rao qi floated in the air, and the corners of Yang Minghui's mouth kept rising: "Shi Hao, I really want to go on with you forever."

"It's not good, it's cold."

Yang Minghui turned her head in surprise, she was still staring at the road, but he was sure that what she said just now was hers. The smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly spread, and the unexpected joy of his heart suddenly smashed him to the point that he couldn't find the north, making him laugh out loud.

Song Shihao raised his head and bumped into his eyes full of smiles, his heart was a little lighter, and his words were a little soft: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yang Minghui stood still in front of her, looked at her with burning eyes, and suddenly lowered his head against her forehead: "I thought you would refuse." Winter is too cold, so is summer good? If you think the summer is too hot, then early spring and late autumn, the air is just right. ”

Song Shihao lowered his eyes, did not look at him, and did not answer.

Yang Minghui does not expect her to answer his own questions, and for him, not saying no is already the best outcome.

"Good time, I want to kiss you."

Song Shihao subconsciously wanted to retreat, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Yang Minghui buckled her waist and took her into his arms, preventing her from having a chance to escape.

Bowing his head, a cool kiss landed on her forehead, and after staying for a while, he let go of her and hugged her tightly in his arms.