After coming back from smoking, he just walked outside the box when he heard Song Zhiyue's voice inside.

"I'm sorry, I just lost my temper, that Liang Weirong is Feng Chen's cousin, and they are not boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh, that's right."

This voice, Feng Chen distinguished.

It's not Su Wansheng's.

It's not Mu Ying's.

It's the girl who came with Mu Ying.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, waiting for the people inside to continue the conversation before pushing the door open and entering.

After eating, Mu Ying settled the bill, and everyone went out.

Su Wansheng received a call from Lu Zhenming, he had just gotten off work and happened to come over to pick her up.

Out of the restaurant, Mu Ying and Kapok went to take the bus.

If Liang Weirong didn't come back, Su Wansheng would open that mouth for Song Zhiyue and ask Feng Chen to send her back.

But she saw Liang Weirong and Feng Chen together several times, even if the two were not dating, the relationship was closer than that of ordinary cousins and sisters.

She didn't want Song Zhiyue to get hurt, so she accompanied Song Zhiyue to take a taxi on the side of the road.

Feng Chen went to pick up the car, and when he saw Su Wansheng and Song Zhiyue standing on the side of the road, he stopped the car and lowered the window.

"I'll send you."

When he said this, his eyes fell on Su Wansheng.

When Su Wansheng answered the phone just now, he was in the front, so he didn't hear what Su Wansheng said on the phone.

Hearing that he used "you" instead of "you", Song Zhiyue's heart felt like a knife, and he was dripping with blood.

She lowered her head gloomily, looked at the tips of her shoes, and clutched the strap tightly with her right hand.

Su Wansheng glanced at Song Zhiyue, then looked at Feng Chen, smiled at him, and said quietly: "No need, Zhenming will come to pick me up." ”

Feng Chen's chin was faint, he didn't look at Song Zhiyue, rolled up the window and left.

Looking at the car that was going away, Song Zhiyue said sadly: "Shengsheng, do you think he really hates me?" I am such a big living person, and I was completely ignored by him. ”

"Yueyue, do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

Hearing her use such a solemn tone, Song Zhiyue turned his head to look at her and blinked.

"Am I really annoying him?"

Su Wansheng shook his head and said softly: "In the five years that Liang Weirong has left, Feng Chen's heart has always pretended to be her, it can be seen that Feng Chen is an infatuated lover, and now that Liang Weirong has finally come back, do you think he will let go?" ”

After listening to her analysis, Song Zhiyue fell silent, a trace of sadness lingered between her eyebrows, and she said in a low voice after a while: "So, I really have no hope at all?" ”

Listening to her sad words, Su Wansheng hugged her: "There are no other people in the dust, you will always meet someone who also loves you." ”

"But when I think about giving up, my heart hurts."

Song Zhiyue covered his chest with one hand, and a layer of white mist welled up under his eyes.

***

When Lu Zhenming came to pick up Su Wansheng, Song Zhiyue had already left.

Su Wansheng opened the car door, sat in the car, leaned his head against the window, and even forgot to remember the seat belt.

Lu Zhenming leaned over, pulled the seat belt and buckled it for her, and when he saw that she seemed to be in a bad mood, he rubbed her hair.

"Am I just a little late? And make a little sex with me. ”

Su Wansheng shook his head lightly, and raised his hand to smooth the hair covering his eyes.

"No, I'm thinking about something else."