When Song Sung-ran returned home, he received a message from the informant Han Zhiyun.

"My brother is back from a business trip."

Song Xingran, who was about to sit down to eat, suddenly stood up.

Picking up the bag on the sofa and rushing out: "I'll go out." ”

Song Yunqing frowned and looked at her back, muttering: "It's time for dinner, what is she going out for?" ”

Song Siyan calmly took a chopstick dish and stuffed it into his mouth, and said faintly: "You go with her." ”

Song Yunqing glanced at him: "She is your own sister, is there such a brother as you?" ”

Song Siyan's eyebrows rose, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, no one dares to do anything to her." ”

Song Yunqing didn't speak, and glared at him again, this stinky boy.

Ning He Yuan.

This time, no one stopped Song Xingran, and when she came in, it was unimpeded.

Lu Qingchen had just finished taking a shower, changed into casual clothes, and as soon as he went downstairs, he saw the little girl at the door of the hall.

Song Xingran raised his head and met the man's deep eyes.

"I heard you came back from a business trip, so I came over to have a look."

Lu Qingchen didn't speak.

Song Xingran is also used to it, after all, this man is indeed too cold, and his expectations for him can't be too high.

Song Xingran carried the things in his hand and hurriedly walked to him.

The little girl's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a sweet smile.

"You should be tired and hungry when you come back from a business trip, I passed by a wonton shop when I came just now and bought you a wonton."

As he spoke, Song Xingran put the things in his hand on the table.

Open the box.

Although this thing is estimated to be cheaper in front of Lu Qingchen, it is better than delicious.

"In the winter, it's just right to eat wontons."

Lu Qingchen stared at the bowl of wontons in front of him, his eyes sank.

Song Xingran saw that he didn't move, and wilted: "Alas... I knew you wouldn't eat it. ”

The little girl looked very depressed, her mouth pursed, and she looked unhappy.

Lu Qingchen's brows moved.

Song Xingran stretched out his hand and was about to take it back......

Her hand was held by a large, warm hand.

Suddenly, I shuddered, and my heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and then accelerated, beating faster and faster.

The contrast between the large, knobular hands and the soft little hands is striking.

Lu Qingchen glanced at it inadvertently, and saw that her hands were a little red and very cold.

"What's wrong with the hand?"

He asked coldly.

Song Xingran withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, and was suddenly a little at a loss.

The hands that were originally cold suddenly seemed to be on fire at this moment.

It's piping hot.

"It's just that I stayed outside for a long time when I bought wontons just now, and it's a little cold outside today, so I think it's going to snow."

"I remember when I was a child, it would snow in the imperial capital in winter, but now it doesn't snow much, and I used to ...... a lot when I was a child."

Lu Qingchen looked at the little girl's mouth and closed one by one, and talked about what happened when she was a child.

When it comes to snow, she seems to be very happy.

He looked at her hand, heh, what a squeamish little girl.

But this kind of feeling, some people shush the cold and ask for warmth, and some people care about it seems to be pretty good.

The ghost sent the gods, Lu Qingchen picked up the spoon next to him, scooped a wonton and put it in his mouth.

Song Xingran saw him eating wontons, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked excitedly, "How is it?" What do you think? ”

Hehe, it seems that Lu Qingchen is not so ignorant of fireworks in the world.

Lu Qingchen's dark eyes looked at her expectant little face.

"Not bad."

It feels good that someone cares.

He has probably been lonely for a long time, so when facing her, his originally cold and hard heart turned out to be so vulnerable.

Song Xingran smiled happily and sat next to him, supporting his cheek with one hand and putting one hand on his lap.

Just look at him.

Lu Qingchen's side face is really good-looking, no, it looks good all over his body.

Aunt Fang, who had already made a supper, came out of the kitchen and saw Lu Qingchen eating wontons.

Isn't he clean, young master?

How do you eat the ravioli outside?

Suddenly, Aunt Fang's gaze fell on Song Xingran.

This Miss Song is really not a mortal.

Song Xingran, who is not a mortal, is taking care of being a nymphomaniac at this time.

Lu Qingchen glanced sideways slightly, and caught her squarely.

Song Xingran hurriedly shifted his gaze and smirked at him again.

In Lu Qingchen's opinion, although this smile is silly, it is really good-looking.

His heart softened, and his warm hand took her hand on his lap.

Song Xingran's face was hot, and his brain was blank.

This is...... What do you mean?

Suddenly, she pursed her lips, leaned closer to him, and asked cautiously, "Am I a success?" ”

Lu Qingchen hooked his lips lightly: "Keep up the good work." ”

The simplest and most ordinary things can also taste beautiful, just because the heart is warm.

It is this warmth that he is attached to.

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Song Xingran obediently waited for Lu Qingchen in the car, and after waiting for a while, he finally bought it.

"Brother Lu has worked hard."

The girl in the passenger seat smiled sweetly, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of happiness.

Lu Qingchen stretched out his index finger, scratched her nose, and asked softly, "Is it cold?" ”

Song Xingran shook his head: "Let's go back quickly, you must be very hungry." ”

Lu Qingchen didn't say anything, started the car, and went home.

The two went home, ate wontons, and stayed in their rooms.

Lu Qingchen was holding a computer to handle business.

Song Xingran remembered today's conversation with Song Siyan and the contact with Qi Mo in the past few days, and she felt the need to explain these to Lu Qingchen.

"Brother Lu, I want to tell you two things."

Lu Qingchen's eyes were on Song Xingran, and he said lightly: "You say." ”

Song Xingran sat cross-legged on the bed and said very seriously: "First thing, I made an appointment with Qi Mo for dinner on Saturday. I know there must be something hidden in the previous incident, and I don't want to tell me myself, so I'll find out. I also know that he may have other intentions when he came back suddenly, but you have to believe me. ”

"Before, now, and in the future, I only like you."

Lu Qingchen's eyelashes trembled, his eyes narrowed, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Okay." ”

"The second thing, my brother mentioned to me today that the big mistake my mother made back then may have something else hidden. You know that, right? ”

Lu Qingchen nodded.

"It's all speculation now, it's been so long since things happened, it's hard to find evidence."

He said calmly.

Song Xingran nodded: "Well, my brother said the same thing, so we plan to act in a play." ”

Acting?

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, and instantly understood their plan.

"You want to go back to Li's house?"

His eyes were slightly cold, and out of selfishness, he didn't want her to go back.

Song Xingran nodded: "The key to this scene is Mrs. Li." ”

Lu Qingchen put down the computer in his hand, got up, walked in front of her, and held her in his arms.

He lowered his head and looked at her with burning eyes: "What about me?" ”

(End of chapter)