Song Qingchun, who was hanging his head, was stunned, slowly raised his head, and looked at Su Zhinian cautiously little by little.

Her cute and cute little appearance made Su Zhinian's eyebrows and eyes dyed with a smile, and the hand he put on her head couldn't help but rub her long hair: "Okay, after talking for so long, you must be hungry, let's eat first?" ”

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's handsome and extraordinary face, blinked his eyes twice, and did not speak.

When Su Zhinian listened to Song Qingchun's words just now, he heard the gurgling sound in her stomach, although he used an inquiring tone, but after finishing speaking, he still turned around and prepared to beckon the waiter to come in and serve the food.

It's just that before he could speak, Song Qingchun stretched out his hand, grabbed his cuffs, and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you really not angry?" ”

Su Zhinian tilted his head slightly, and saw a faint uneasiness from the girl's clear dark eyes.

It seems that if she doesn't make it clear, she won't be able to eat at ease.

Su Zhinian was silent for a moment, dispelled the idea of calling the waiter in, turned around, stared into her eyes and said, "Tingting, I'm really not angry. "The princess is also vulgar, and the prince please take over

Su Zhinian said, raised his hand, and smoothed Shun Song Qingchun's long hair: "I'm a little sad, when you said that you called me Zhinian to make others think that we had a good relationship, but it was only a little sad, a little lost, not to the point of anger." ”

Su Zhinian said sincerely, but Song Qingchun's eyes still had pure unease, she bit the corner of her lip and pondered for a while, and then whispered: "Really not angry?" ”

"Not really."

In the end, she was still a little lacking in confidence, and while her fingertips circled around the table, she asked, "Lie to me that I'm a puppy?" ”

It was obviously a very naïve sentence, but Su Zhinian couldn't laugh, he bent his legs slightly, keeping himself and the person sitting on her at the same height, he looked at her eyes: "Tingting, I repeat, I'm really not angry." ”

"On the contrary, the way you look now makes me feel a little uncomfortable in my heart."

Su Zhinian was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke, shouting not Tingting, but: "Song Qingchun." ”

His tone, with a rare seriousness, made Song Qingchun's heart rise to his throat. Thunderbolt back to childhood

He stared at the bottom of her eyes, slowly opened his mouth, and his tone was extraordinarily serious, as if he was swearing, solemn: "I keep you by my side, I want you to live better, not to make you more tired, although I am glad that you care about me, but I hope more, you can come as happy as you want." ”

I keep you by my side to make your life better, not to make you more tired.

A simple sentence poked straight into the softest place in Song Qingchun's left chest, the corners of her eyes became a little moist all of a sudden, and a lot of words passed through her mind, wanting to tell him, but in the end it turned into a sentence: "Hug." ”

Song Qingchun raised his head at Su Zhinian and opened his arms as he spoke.

Su Zhinian stretched out his hand without any pause, leaned over and hugged her into his arms.

A simple hug brought the distance between the two closer, and even the atmosphere of the room became warm.

Song Qingchun, who was nestled in Su Zhinian's arms, suddenly raised his head, approached Su Zhinian's ear, and called out softly and slowly: "Zhinian." ”