What happened to you? Seeing that Song Fusheng hadn't replied, Shen Qingjia had no choice but to push him. Is it that what she said is too sensational, he finds it a little difficult to accept. Shen Qingjia thought about it carefully, she hadn't talked to Song Fusheng like this yet.

"Do you want Shen Song to keep writing?" Song Fusheng, who came for no reason, asked again.

"Of course." Shen Qingjia replied without hesitation.

"I think he'll do that." Song Fusheng gave her a bright smile, like a sunflower.

Shen Qingjia didn't think much about what Song Fusheng meant by this. She just thought that although Song Fusheng's temper was sometimes a little bad, his heart was not bad at all. He must have been jealous because he was a little cautious. "If you can become a fan of Shen Song, it will be even more perfect. He's really a super guy. Shen Qingjia began to pour ecstasy soup on Song Fusheng.

“…… Forget it, I'm only going to believe in you alone in this life. Song Fusheng decisively refused.

"Okay."

The words came unexpectedly. Shen Qingjia thought of many kinds of conversations, but he didn't expect him to say this.

"Looks like you really like me." Shen Qingjia deliberately said so naughtily. originally thought that Song Fusheng would not respond coldly. Who knew that he actually grabbed her waist, looked into her eyes and said seriously: "Yes, I really like you." What are you going to do? ”

Song Fusheng probably really hit his brain this time, and he was a little less sensitive. This is not the Song Fusheng she knows every day. Shen Qingjia was embarrassed to say what was in his heart, I think I might like you more than you think. She pointed to a newsstand not far away and said, "Look, it's here!" I'll go first! This didn't let Song Fusheng see her fiery face.

"......" Song Fusheng just smiled slightly and looked at Shen Qingjia who ran quickly into the distance. What an ego.

Although it was not a long distance, she was really running with all her strength, so she was still running out of breath. "Boss, I want a copy of "Qingqian" magazine, this month's new issue."

"I only sell monthly magazines here. If you want to buy it, you can't buy it. As he spoke, the boss took out a brand-new "Qingqian" literary magazine and handed it to Shen Qingjia.

"Thank you." Shen Qingjia handed him ten yuan. The boss asked her for a dollar. Shen Qingjia was really glad that the boss didn't find a coin for her. It's not that she can't use the coins, it's just that she loses them every time. Even though she was very careful, she still didn't know where to put the coins.

Shen Qingjia bought the book and immediately opened the plastic cover and began to flip through it. She found Shen Song's column with ease. The new work "You Give Me Time Meaning" has been serialized to ninety-nine chapters. The rest of the story is getting more and more exciting. Shen Qingjia is looking forward to the future more and more. She had been standing there and reading a page, but soon she remembered something very important. Song Fusheng is still waiting for her there! She immediately closed the book, took the book and quickly ran back to Song Fusheng's side. "You don't have to be in such a hurry, run so fast, don't wrestle." Song Fusheng said worriedly.

"I'm not a kid anymore. I'll be careful. Shen Qingjia said with a smile.

"You see it's bought." Shen Qingjia raised the magazine in his hand.

Song Fusheng didn't fluctuate much, he asked lightly, "Is it good-looking?" ”

"It's beautiful! That's so well written. The character descriptions are very delicate, and the perspective of a boy is really incredible. Shen Qingjia said.

"And you still think he's a man?" Song Fusheng asked rhetorically.

"It's just a gut feeling. Although it is inappropriate to judge the author's experience by the emotions in the book, Shen Song's books are all like telling the same story. Shen Qingjia said.

"Then he's really Jiang Lang." Song Fusheng said.

"Phew! You crow's mouth! Don't talk nonsense! Shen Qingjia reflexively hit Song Fusheng directly with the book, "I mean, he wrote so many stories that seem to be to tell one person." His stories were written for one person. I feel that way. Of course, this may just be my imagination. Anyway, no matter what Shen Song writes, I like it. After all, he is Shen Song. Shen Qingjia gushed endlessly, his face was still radiant.

"Didn't I hurt you. I'm really sorry. That's how rude I am sometimes. After Shen Qingjia finished talking about his idol, he realized that he had beaten Song Fusheng very unladylike just now. At this moment, the impression in Song Fusheng's heart is estimated to have plummeted. Really. Shen Qingjia, why didn't you control yourself? It shouldn't be. Shen Qingjia suddenly remembered Wen Zilai, and remembered that at that time he said that he was a quiet lady. It really is. What a messy impression, it's just nonsense. Shen Qingjia shook his head like a rattle. But how could you suddenly think of someone so far away. Maybe it's because I put it down. After all, Wen Zi has been Shen Qingjia's nightmare for a long time.

“……”

Song Fusheng didn't know what Shen Qingjia was thinking. He didn't take Shen Qingjia's so-called gaffe to heart at all, she didn't suppress her emotions, which was good. He wouldn't mind. But what is she recalling now? He was curious to know.

"Let's go?" Shen Qingjia didn't think about it so much, and she didn't bother anymore when she saw that Song Fusheng didn't say anything about what happened just now.

"Who do you want?" How do you know that Song Fusheng is still immersed in this problem. If he has doubts in his heart, he will definitely figure it out, as long as it is related to Shen Qingjia.

"No, I don't. I just thought that someone used to say that I was a lady, and that was just nonsense. Shen Qingjia replied with a smile.

"I think it's true." Song Fusheng even agreed with this point of view.

"Huh? That's really a lover's eye. Shen Qingjia blurted out. After saying that, her face was red like a ripe tomato.

"Ex-boyfriend?" Song Fusheng turned on the vinegar king mode again.

"What? Not really. Those words were said by Wen Zi. Shen Qingjia felt inexplicable.

"That's really nonsense." Song Fusheng did not hesitate to veto the conclusion just now.

"......" this person is really too naïve.

But it must be because he likes her very much.

*

Shen Qingjia returned to the room after washing, but found that Song Fusheng was still there.

Her hair was still wet and wrapped in a towel. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Shen Qingjia asked.

"You sit down. I'll help you blow your hair. Song Fusheng said something else.

“…… I'll just do it myself. Shen Qingjia's heart was pounding, and she felt that she would jump out of her throat if she didn't pay attention, so she didn't dare to relax for a moment.

"Sit down." Song Fusheng said softly. The tone is affirmative.

"Hmm." Shen Qingjia knew that it would be futile to say more, so he sat down with peace of mind.

The constant temperature of the wind, the gradual warmth.

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