Just let it go, and the hatred and resentment that once went deep into the bone marrow have all become breezy past.

The gap between the two people just disappeared.

At the end of the conversation, Song Qingchun felt as if he had unloaded a big stone, revealing a sense of relief from his bones.

Su Zhinian and her didn't actually say anything happy, but she was very happy, and even held her chin with her hands, looked at Su Zhinian with a smile and sighed: "Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, we have all graduated from high school for so many years." ”

Speaking of this, Song Qingchun made a bitter face, pretended to sigh depressedly, and said, "Alas, they are all old......"

"Where are you old?" Su Zhinian looked at Song Qingchun, his voice was like a long-brewed old wine, low and mellow: "It's still the same as back then, young and beautiful." ”

Is Su Zhinian praising her?

Song Qingchun's heart was filled with a trace of joy, and the light in his eyes brightened up a lot: "Where is it not old?" I was forced to go on a blind date by Song Menghua! ”

Blind date? Su Zhinian's eyebrows frowned slightly: "When did it happen, why didn't I know?" ”

"It's just the first two months, sixty days, and I've seen hundreds of men......" Song Qingchun, who remembered the nightmare of the blind date, couldn't help but shudder, and then she suddenly realized something, and said to herself a little strangely, "But I don't know what's going on lately, but I don't force me too much." ”

Hundreds of men?

Su Zhinian, who was chatting with Song Qingchun very happily, became a little depressed.

Those two months happened to be when he was in a coma, and he was not by her side, I don't know if she had a crush on a blind date?

Su Zhinian turned his mind in the bottom of his heart, and asked quietly: "There are hundreds of men, isn't there one who is suitable?" ”

Why did she mention her blind date in a good way? Could he have misunderstood that he was going to marry another man?

Song Qingchun shook his head like a rattle: "No, although the number seems to be a bit large, but there are ninety-five percent, and I haven't said a word...... Even if it's only five percent left, it's not the type I like. ”

Song Qingchun said while secretly glancing at Su Zhinian, and then in order to avoid him from misunderstanding, he also told a ugly thing about himself: "There is another one, you don't know, I was stuck in traffic, forty minutes late, when the person arrived, the man who was going on a blind date had already left, and I was given a good lecture by Song Menghua......"

Su Zhinian not only did not sympathize, but chuckled sullenly twice because the blind date man left.

He thought of the sentence she just said, "It's not my type", and he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

Even though he knew that he couldn't be with her, he was curious about what type of man she liked.

Su Zhinian put on a casual look, picked up the coffee, and blew a hot breath unhurriedly: "What type do you like?" There are so many men, and none of them meet the standard. ”

In Song Qingchun's impression, she had only seen Su Zhinian laugh once, and at this time he actually laughed in front of her, his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite like flowers blooming slowly, and her beauty made her tremble.

When she heard his question, her mind was hot, and she blurted out a sentence without thinking about it: "Just your type." ”