Song Chinese New Year's Eve's thoughts suddenly drifted to the previous life.

She couldn't deny that this man, really sad, was really attractive, that skin was not so outstanding, but that pair of eyes and temperament were good—even if it just looked so pure.

The dirt and filth inside are perfectly covered up into the skin, just like she has been in this life.

No wonder Song Qiaoyan loved him so much in his last life and in this life, so much so that his miserable and desolate life kept shaking on the blade.

Xu Baiqing felt it, a beam of extremely sad eyes fell on him, he was keenly aware of it, but he looked up hesitantly.

It was a green light, and there were many people on the opposite side of the road walking towards him, but Song did not move on Chinese New Year's Eve.

At first glance, he thought she was still retreating.

It was very windy in the streets, and her hair was a little longer than the first time we saw it, when it reached her shoulders, and now it reached her chest, and she was blown up without tying it.

Half of his face is covered by a mask, and his eyes can be exposed, looking at himself.

Until, the green light turned red.

The red light is green again.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve finally walked towards him.

When the two people faced each other, they were still silent, and the red color under Song Chinese New Year's Eve's eyes made his heart instantly smashed.

"Let's go inside."

Xu Baiqing closed his eyes, this wind is really, so cold.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's mobile phone rang, Song Shangze sent it, and he also arrived.

Five minutes later.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve sitting, opposite Xu Baiqing, next to the compromise is Song Shangze.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve took a sip of tea and put down the cup, except for the last time she saw Song Enming, the atmosphere of the three people had never been so heavy.

"I don't need the process, I just want the result." Song Chinese New Year's Eve raised his head, "Which of you says first?" ”

"Chinese New Year's Eve!" Xu Baiqing no longer has the kind of concealment when he called her.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him and waited for his answer.

This kind of thing, it's better for them to say it themselves, Song Shangze had a dark face on the side.

Why... It's Qiao Yan.

"I did it with her."

It was said that it was not a process, but Song Chinese New Year's Eve still pursed his lips and asked in a trembling voice: "Who took the initiative." ”

In fact, Xu Baiqing can't remember clearly, he only remembers that night, there was a cold body around him, which made the whole person feel particularly comfortable, he thought it was Chinese New Year's Eve, otherwise, otherwise who could it be?

"Don't remember?" Song Chinese New Year's Eve sneered, but tears fell.

He turned his head and looked at Song Shangze.

"Brother, how do you know?"

Song Shangze took a deep breath, "The next day, Qiao Yan pulled him out and talked about them..."

"With whom?"

"I, my parents, are here, my mother is angry and crying, my dad... Just ask about his attitude. ”

"Song Enming knew that he was my man at that time!"

Yes, but, at that time, can Song Eunming ask anything else?

But Song Shangze had no reason, and his distress became more and more intense.

"Chinese New Year's Eve..."

As if the sentence just now was just an accusation that she was impulsive and difficult to control, Song Chinese New Year's Eve pulled the leaked emotions back little by little, and asked as calmly as possible: "And then, Xu Baiqing, what do you say?" ”

For a moment, Xu Baiqing thought that he and Song Shangze were facing an interrogator, a prisoner who was shackled to life imprisonment.

"I said... I'll take care of it. ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him deeply, stood up, walked slowly but firmly in front of him, she squatted down and looked up at him, just like when he knelt beside him and took out the ring to propose.