Song Fusheng was a little embarrassed by Shen Qingjia's staring, and he smiled at her, "Why are you looking at me like this?" Do you have something to say? ”

Song Fusheng's clean and sunny voice always touches her heart. In fact, he himself has always been as she wants. Shen Qingjia knows. But at the moment her mind was still clear, and she knew she couldn't be fooled. Shen Qingjia asked him, "Say it." What's your conspiracy? Do you want to fix me? ”

Song Fusheng straightened his collar and said, "There is no conspiracy." I'm so upright, how can I fix you. "It's too late for him to protect her, how can he be willing to fix her? Song Fusheng didn't know what she had done wrong, which would make her have such an illusion. In this way, she does not seem to have a good impression of him. It's tricky. Song Fusheng frowned slightly, and soon stretched out again. It's too early to tell, and he's going to try to get her to change his mind about him.

"So I'm a villain in your heart?" Song Fusheng suddenly stood up, walked in front of Shen Qingjia, looked down at her eyes and asked.

He was so close to her that he could hear each other's heartbeats. Shen Qingjia's face turned red to the base of his neck. "Not really." She whispered, her eyes looking away.

"I just don't quite understand." After a while, perhaps adjusting her mood, she looked up at his face.

"I don't understand why I'm coming to you?"

She didn't say anything, which was a tacit acquiescence to his words.

"You'll understand later."

Song Fusheng gave her a meaningful smile and returned to his seat.

Shen Qingjia still has a lot of uneasiness in his heart, maybe life is so unpredictable. You think that's what you're seeing, but it's actually much more than that. Optimistic as she is, Shen Qingjia looks forward to what life has given her surprises rather than frightening.

Yes. A voice in her heart comforted her like this.

*

When Shen arrived home late, it was already a quarter past twelve.

He was working as a small worker in a house five miles away from his home today, and because there was no hostess in that house, he had to come back for dinner at noon.

Shen Chi looked a little surprised when he saw Song Fusheng appear at home, but he didn't show any displeasure. Shen Chi responded to Song Fusheng's greeting, then put the 1600ml large kettle in his hand on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall, and walked straight into the kitchen at the back. Shen Chi was wearing an old-fashioned dark tunic, dark pants, and a pair of liberation shoes under his feet, with a little yellow mud on the soles. The image of a typical hard-working peasant uncle. Among the adults Song Fusheng knew, only Shen Chi was dressed like this, unpretentious, and reassuring. The simple and old clothes and shoes he wore were as silent and calm as he was, and there was a certain power in the silence. Perhaps the most beautiful person who labors. Song Fusheng thought like this, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Before serving the table to eat, Heng Wen told Shen Song in detail about Song Fusheng's intentions. Even if Song Fusheng had told him at that time, he didn't think that his wife's current words were too much. After listening carefully to her every word, he said: "Everything that is foreseen is established, and everything that is not prepared is wasted." It was right to go earlier. ”

Listening to Shen Chi's words, Hengwen couldn't help laughing: "My daughter just went to high school, and you are too strict." ”

Shen Chi disagreed: "We never fight unprepared battles. Even if you go to school, you have to be prepared for everything and be aware of it. ”

"I know you have to be confident. Yeah! The happy smile on Constant Temperature's face has not dissipated for a long time.