In a word, in the bottom of Su Zhinian's heart, a thousand waves were stirred, his body trembled violently, a tingling pain was set off under his eyes, and the sourness poured into his eyes before he could react, and he quickly lowered his eyelids to cover the wetness under his eyes.

Su Zhinian happened to have his back to the street lamp, the light on his face was very dim, Song Qingchun couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see that the clothes on his body were a little wrinkled, and the cuffs were messily rolled.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes silently, and under the seemingly quiet appearance, there was a raging storm that no one knew.

The two of them just quarreled yesterday, and Song Qingchun took the initiative to open his mouth, but Su Zhinian did not respond, which made the already somewhat embarrassing atmosphere become stalemate.

Song Qingchun first stared at Su Zhinian with blank eyes, looked at it expectantly for a while, and then lowered his head, grabbed his fingers a little unnaturally and pinched them, and in the end, Su Zhinian didn't move for a long time, Song Qingchun gradually couldn't get off the stage, and his little face slowly climbed up a shameful red.

She took the initiative to speak to him and gave him the stairs down, what did he mean by being so silent?

She admitted that she was very emotional yesterday, but she lost control for the sake of the child, and now she didn't come back by herself? Was he scheming with her?

Song Qingchun's heart became a little aggrieved, she bit the corner of her lip, waited for a while, and saw that Su Zhinian had not reacted, so she turned around in anger and prepared to leave.

Su Zhinian's movements were much faster than hers, and as soon as she took a step, he caught up with her in great strides.

Song Qingchun, who was hanging her head, just saw a pair of dusty slippers, and her head was shrouded in a black shadow, she was about to raise her head to look, her arm was grabbed by a force, she leaned forward unsteadily, and fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

He hugged her very tightly and hard, he was still silent, but she could feel him hugging her body, trembling slightly.

Song Qingchun's heart inexplicably became very soft, and he was very obedient and honest against Su Zhinian's chest, quietly letting him hold it.

The sound of the surrounding car horns, the footsteps of passers-by, and the occasional commotion have all become a silent background, as if in this world, at this moment, there are only two people who hug deeply.

After a long time, a long time, Su Zhinian barely stabilized his emotions so that he could make a normal sound, he turned his head sideways, and the first thing he said in her ear was: "Do you know how scared I am of looking for you?" ”

"Don't do that again, okay?"

His tone was his usual calmness, but Song Qingchun sensed a slight tremor from inside, as if he was pleading.

Song Qingchun's heart stabbed slightly, his eyelashes flashed, he raised his hand and hugged his waist, buried his head in his arms, and let out a well-behaved and obedient "um".

Her obedient response made Su Zhinian feel an indescribable emotion rise in his heart, and he hugged her tighter and harder.

The two of them hugged on the street for a while, until Song Qingchun's stomach came with a gurgling cry, and Su Zhinian let go of her: "Are you hungry?" What do you want to eat? ”