There was no need for Song's mother to tell Song Zhaoshui, he stood there and heard his son's words clearly.

"You heard your son's words word for word, didn't you?"

"Hmph. What childishness! If he is such a hero, he will suffer one day! ”

"What? Do you really want to kick him out of the Song family? I warn you that this is our only son! ”

"You're used to it!"

Song Zhaoshui dropped this sentence and returned to the room. Of course, he couldn't really drive Song Fusheng out of the house, if he didn't want his son, what was the need for his Song company. It's infuriating!

*

The sun is just right outside.

He glanced up at the dazzling sunlight, and his mood was not too bad. Although he came back with a wound, he didn't seem to be so angry. Song Fusheng suddenly remembered Shen Qingjia, and he decided to play a good trick on her.

Song Fusheng didn't take selfies much, but now he took out his phone and took a selfie. It was sent to Shen Qingjia by way of MMS, and the theme of the MMS message was that the weather is so good today, do you want to come out and bask in the sun?

Song Fusheng held his mobile phone and began to look forward to it, waiting for Shen Qingjia's reply. Sure enough, Shen Qingjia quickly replied to the message, "What's wrong with your forehead?" How did it hurt? Does it hurt? Shen Qingjia's anxious tone really made Song Fusheng feel warm. He was about to reply to a text message, and who knew that the call had already arrived.

Song Fusheng smiled secretly, but tried to restrain himself as much as possible, pretending to be very weak.

"Song Fusheng! What's the matter with your forehead? Doesn't it matter? Shen Qingjia's worry reached his ears through the voice, and his heart was also tickling, and happiness was tickling at that time.

"I accidentally hit the wall." Song Fusheng lied.

"Huh? What's the matter with you? Can you still hit a wall while walking? Are you sick? Fever? Dizzy? Shen Qingjia couldn't wait to appear in front of Song Fusheng immediately.

"It's a bit dizzy indeed. I don't know if I'll be able to get home safely. Alas~ It hurts so much. Song Fusheng continued to act.

"Don't bask in the sun. Hurry back, shall we? Where are you now? Do you want me to pick you up? Shen Qingjia was still worried about him.

Song Fusheng was as triumphant as a child.

"Pick me up? Where are you going to pick me up? Pick me up and sleep with you tonight? Song Fusheng began to peel.

“…… Song Fusheng! I'm serious! ”

"I'm also asking very seriously. You see, I'm still dizzy at home alone. What if you hit the wall again? ”

"......" Shen Qingjia couldn't refute Song Fusheng's words.

"That's good. Come to my house. I'll pick you up. Song Fusheng said.

"No need, I'll do it myself, I'll take a taxi." Shen Qingjia left everything behind because he was worried.

"I'm already on my way to you. It's coming soon. Song Fusheng smiled slightly.

"Huh?"

"Really, about ten minutes. You prepare a little. ”

"Ahh All right. Then you have to be careful. If you feel a little dizzy, take a break. ”

"I see. You can rest assured. Song Fusheng said.

Shen Qingjia cared more about himself than he imagined. Song Fusheng's heart was very sweet when he thought of this.

*

Zhuang Zhou saw that Shen Qingjia had just finished talking on the phone and began to pack up his things, so he asked, "Are you going out?" ”

"Song Fusheng was injured. I'm going to see him. ”

"What's the matter with him?"

"The forehead hurts, and he says he hit the wall. I don't know what's going on with him either. It's really presumptuous. Shen Qingjia complained as he quickly packed up his things. He's coming here. Do you want to go along? ”

"Huh? I'm not going. You greet him on my behalf. Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly.

"I will." Shen Qingjia took his things and prepared to go downstairs.

"Bye-bye~" Zhuang Zhou waved his hand.

Shen Qingjia sent a message to Song Fusheng——

"Slow down. I'll go downstairs and walk outside. ”

"I'll walk to the bus stop."

Shen Qingjia sent two messages to Song Fusheng in a row.

*

There have been many people who have always cared about Song Fusheng, but everyone is for various purposes, because of the background of Song Fusheng's family. Song Fusheng has a lot of friends, and he counts a lot. But these were not his ideal true friends. The only friends in his life are Zhuang Zhou and Shen Qingjia, and the flowers are barely counted, after all, they used to grow up together. It's true that Shen Qingjia cares about her, she has been very caring since she was a child, she has always been so caring, and she is now. As long as Song Fusheng thought of Shen Qingjia, his heart was full of warmth. She is his three winter warmth, and she is also his summer breeze. It's nice to have her.

*

Far away, Song Fusheng found Shen Qingjia sitting on the bus platform. She wore a burgundy corduroy dress, burgundy stockings, and black Mary Jane leather shoes. The bag is hugged on the chest. Shen Qingjia is still the same as before. Song Fusheng looked at Shen Qingjia and didn't want to take his eyes off.

Shen Qingjia also saw Song Fusheng.

She stood up and waved at him, the most beautiful smile on her face.

"You've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?" Song Fusheng got out of the car, approached her, picked up her school bag, opened the passenger door for her, and helped her fasten her seat belt.

Those people waiting for the car around are all envious and admired, what a beautiful couple. It's so beautiful.

Shen Qingjia's face was still a little red. She also noticed the eyes of the people around her, that kind of envy, she felt a little embarrassed, but subconsciously very happy. A little bit of pride. This is someone she has liked for many years, and at the moment he is by her side and likes her.

"Are you okay?" Song Fusheng was a little apprehensive when he saw that Shen Qingjia had not spoken. He was worried if she regretted it.

"I'm fine. But you, don't you really care? Shen Qingjia turned his face to look at Song Fusheng's side face, and the wound was on the right side of his forehead. A white medical gauze is attached. It looks like it hurts.

"I'm glad I saw you." Song Fusheng smiled at her.

"Less poor mouth. Seriously, you'll have to be careful next time. I really don't know how you can hit a wall in such a big part of your house. Shen Qingjia was a little unconvinced. Song Fusheng doesn't look like a reckless person. He has always had a sense of stability beyond his years.

"I'm lovesick. It must be so. Song Fusheng didn't speak seriously at all.

“…… Then you can see me? "Shen Qingjia really can't do anything about him. It's like a child.

"Alright. But if you're going back now, I'm going to faint again. Super dizzy. It could be life-threatening. Ouch, I don't feel well now......" Song Fusheng seemed to think of Shen Qingjia's thoughts.

"............" Shen Qingjia knew at this moment that he had been completely fooled.

It's just that I can't really get angry.

That's love.

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