Lu Qingchen is in the study at this time.

Song Xingran knocked on the door.

"Enter." Lu Qingchen's deep and sexy voice came from inside.

Song Xingran was bold, and he didn't hesitate, so he went in directly with coffee.

As soon as she entered, she saw a man sitting at a desk with a stack of papers and a computer in front of him.

At this moment, Lu Qingchen took off his suit jacket and wore a black shirt, his bony hand, holding a pen, and he was concentrating on work.

Sensing that someone was approaching, he raised his eyes slightly, and saw Song Xingran.

Lu Qingchen frowned slightly, why did she come in?

Song Xingran approached Lu Qingchen, took out the coffee from the tray, and put it on his desk.

"Drink coffee."

With that, she smiled at him.

The little girl is very good-looking, and has a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are like dyed with starlight, flashing and shining, smart and beautiful.

Lu Qingchen retracted his gaze and said coldly: "Go out." ”

Song Xingran: (╯(╰) So indifferent.

However, for the special sake of today's day, she decided not to meet him in general.

"Are you not in a good mood?" Song Xingran asked tentatively, her voice soft and cautious.

Sounds so good.

Lu Qingchen's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his inky black eyes seemed to be quenched with ice slag, and they were terrifyingly cold.

Song Xingran didn't care, she didn't think Lu Qingchen would do anything to her.

This man just looks fierce, he should be a ...... Paper tiger?

Her thoughts are exactly in response to the words of others: those who do not know are fearless.

"If you're in a bad mood, don't work, you'll bring your emotions to work."

The man was silent, but the hand holding the pen slowly tightened a little.

It looks like he's angry.

Song Xingran's brows moved, it seems that she still has some influence on him.

"Or ...... Shall I sing you a song? ”

As he spoke, Song Xingran cleared his throat.

cheekily said: "They all say that my singing is super good, although I think it's average." ”

Lu Qingchen still didn't speak, he just felt that this little girl was too noisy.

He was no longer in the mood to continue working, and his heart was irritable, but there was a strange factor growing in his heart.

He didn't know what it was, and he didn't want to dig deeper, he just wanted the girl in front of him to leave quickly.

It's just that he hasn't waited for Lu Qingchen to speak.

A burst of singing came to his ears.

"Looking forward to your return, my little darling"

"Looking forward to your hug my little darling"

"How I want to hold your hand and lie down that little hill"

……

Lu Qingchen opened his eyes and looked at the little girl standing in front of the desk.

Her voice was crisp, natural, with a hint of sweetness.

To be honest, the song isn't good.

But she always had a smile on her face, and it was so clean that it seemed to be able to render the song and make it sound moving.

At this moment, he didn't want to interrupt her, he wanted her to sing.

At this moment, he has a rare stability and peace in his heart.

His beautiful thin lips pursed tightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the documents on the table, but he also felt that it was boring.

Song Xingran was actually apprehensive in her heart, she didn't know what to sing, so she sang a children's song.

Look at Lu Qingchen's cold appearance...... Well, he certainly doesn't like it.

Before you know it, a song is quickly finished.

Lu Qingchen didn't interrupt her.

Song Xingran feels that this is progress, this is hope!

"How am I singing?"

Lu Qingchen's dark eyes stared at her, and he didn't answer her question, and said in a cold tone: "Can you go out now?" ”

Ruthless.

Nonsense.

Song Xingran pouted, is this man's heart made of stone?

So cold and so hard?

She was worried that he would be unhappy because of his father.

"Are you in a better mood then?" She bowed her head slightly and didn't look at him.

The cheeks are bulging, and the fair face looks soft.

Lu Qingchen was slightly stunned, in the mood?

He's always been like this, isn't it all the same for good and for bad?

Only he knows.

You don't need to be cared for.

Seeing that he still didn't answer, Song Xingran sniffed and took another deep breath, as if he was emboldening himself.

Suddenly, she propped one hand on Lu Qingchen's desk, deceived her, and met his dark eyes.

A sweet but not greasy light fragrance lingered on the tip of Lu Qingchen's nose, and his face was not wavering, but his deep eyes sank.

What do you want to do?

Who knows, the little girl in front of her suddenly stretched out her finger and pointed at herself.

"You can see clearly, I look like this, and my name is Song Xingran. The Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the starry stars, dyed ...... Dyeing of dyeing. ”

"Remember?"

Her tone was suddenly a little serious, a little fierce.

The originally fair face was slightly red, and the eyebrows were slightly raised, which seemed to be better-looking.

For a long time, Lu Qingchen didn't speak.

But the girl in front of her didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

Just looked at him angrily.

After a while, he finally answered in a deep voice: "Hmm." ”

After getting his reply, Song Xingran withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

The little girl's face was stained with a smile again, sweet, although immature, but full of vitality.

"Then I'll go down first."

Song Xingran was quite happy.

Lu Qingchen is actually not so terrible, why is everyone so afraid of him?

He's actually a good talker, isn't he?

The figure of the little girl disappeared from Lu Qingchen's field of vision, and the huge study room was quiet again.

If it were someone else, he would have had someone throw her out.

However, he could clearly feel his abnormality.

Lu Qingchen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, lowered his eyes, and looked at the steaming cup of coffee on the table.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth went up, pulling up a slight amplitude.

It's fleeting.

Oh, dyeing dyeing.

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Song Xingran once again sang this song in front of Lu Qingchen in shame.

When she thought of what had happened before, she felt angry.

She used to be like a stupid B, and what was even more hateful was that Lu Qingchen's attitude towards her at that time was so cold?

After singing, Miss Song suddenly approached the man sitting on the sofa.

He said fiercely, "You had that attitude towards me at the time...... Lu Qingchen, don't you have anything to say? ”

Lu Qingchen took advantage of the situation and hugged the girl in front of him into his arms.

The faint fragrance on her body, as before, was sweet but not greasy, which made him unable to extricate himself.

He pressed it against her neck socket and said in a low voice, "Say what?" ”

Song Xingran said: "Shouldn't you have a deep review?" He was so cold to me at the beginning! ”

I know how to install b.

Lu Qingchen didn't say anything, pinched her chin, and kissed her.

There was a smile in those inky black eyes, evil: "Dye, sing very well." ”

I didn't answer her before, and now I told her the answer, and it didn't seem too late.

Song Xingran was stunned.

At that moment, her phone rang.

It was Qin Xiaoqi who called.

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