With a glimmer of hope, Sangjiujiu drove the car to the place with the widest sea of flowers.

Suddenly, she stopped the car far away and looked at the man in the distance.

The breeze rippled, the sea of flowers rippled, and the gentle breeze blew his hair and the corners of his clothes.

Song Zhichen's hands were in his suit pants, and his posture was straight to her and he looked into the distance.

She didn't know what he saw, but it was definitely vast and beautiful.

for his heart is good.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, the people watching the scenery are watching from upstairs, the bright moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams.

Mulberry wine thinks, you stand in the distance and look at the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you from a distance.

She opened the car door and got out of the car, put her hands to her lips to make a small horn shape at the end of the sea of flowers, and shouted, "Mr. Song Zhichen, I'm back."

Song Zhichen's body stiffened, and he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the thinly dressed girl in the distance.

His eyesight was excellent, and at the moment her eyes were shining with a strange light, which was very scorching.

Song Zhichen heard her say, "Mr. Song Zhichen, I like you, can I chase you?"

"I can't."

Sangjiujiu couldn't hear what he said specifically, but she could distinguish the two simple words of the lips.

She was not disappointed, but took a picture of him looking back at her pose, and the beautiful things should be kept.

She ran towards him, put her mobile phone under his nose, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song Zhichen, look at how handsome you are, more model than a model."

Song Zhichen lowered his eyes slightly, then retracted his gaze, and started to bypass her and leave here.

Sang Jiujiu followed behind him, and said a little apologetically: "Mr. Song Zhichen, it was my fault that I hit your car last time, and I was also distracted at that time, I'm sorry."

"Hmm."

A um-hum word stands for forgiveness.

Sang Jiujiu followed behind him and said happily: "Mr. Song Zhichen, I like you, it's okay if you don't like me now, we just met for a few days, can you let me chase you?"

This time, Song Zhichen was silent directly, and returned to the wooden house not far from the sea of flowers, which had just been rented by him.

He intends to spend a day here.

Song Zhichen opened the door, and there was a pure white bed inside, followed by some simple kitchen utensils.

Possibility to cook for yourself tonight.

Mulberry wine followed up and walked around the house, which was clean and quiet.

There was a sudden strong wind outside, and Sang Jiujiu hurriedly closed the door, and said to Song Zhichen with a smile: "Mr. Song Zhichen, can I make you dinner tonight?"

Song Zhichen looked up at her in a little surprise, then retracted his gaze and took off his outer suit.

Wearing only a pure white shirt with his sleeves half-rolled up, he walked silently to the kitchen.

Sangjiujiu understood what he was going to do, and she secretly sighed that this handsome man could actually cook.

But she still hurriedly stretched out her hand to push him away, looked at him with a bright smile and said, "Mr. Song Zhichen, I'll make you dinner, should you apologize?"

Song Zhichen stared at her hand, and the mulberry wine was immediately withdrawn from his arm, and said with a smile: "I'll do it."

She said this, Song Zhichen no longer insisted, he went out in a thin shirt, and when he came back, he had already changed a set of clothes, a solid sweater and a black coat.

It looks very slender and tall.

He sat on the bed, watching the little man Sangjiujiu busy, and his heart gradually warmed up.

She is like a kraft candy, always following behind people, making his lonely heart a little warmer.

He doesn't ask for it, and he doesn't look forward to it.

There was a time in her heart, and there was a time in his heart, and the two of them were actually very similar.

Thinking of the word once, Song Zhichen suddenly found that Gu Xi had become his past.

What does this mean?

He thought he would always protect her and protect her, but he also treated her like a friend.

Because she doesn't need a suppressed love, what she needs is a blessing from friends.

Since she wanted it, he gave it.

Just in Song Zhichen's distraction, the mulberry wine wine had already prepared a meal, which was a few simple side dishes.

But the taste is extraordinarily fragrant.

No one has cooked for Song Zhichen alone, even if he goes back to the United States, he has a nanny at home.

Even if Gu Xi is here, he cooks for her by himself, in fact, sometimes he wants to be cared for.

Even once.

He had never been cared for in his life.

Actually, it's quite sad to think about.

Sangjiujiu took matters into his own hands and moved the table in the corner, put the food on it, and then stuffed a bowl of white rice and a pair of chopsticks into the palm of his hand.

There are chopsticks and kitchen utensils for Chinese food, which he asked a distant flower farmer to buy for him.

Sang Jiujiu looked at him holding the bowl and chopsticks, and said to him: "Mr. Song Zhichen, you taste it, it's delicious."

Song Zhichen looked at the dishes in the bowl, silently lowered his head and ate with chopsticks, and did not praise her.

It's really delicious.

This little girl is amazing.

I'm good at fighting, and I'm good at cooking.

Sangjiujiu doesn't like to eat vegetables very much, she eats white rice directly, and eats three bowls of white rice by herself.

This is surprising.

After eating, Mulberry Wine took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, washed them clean, and then went to Song Zhichen's side.

Song Zhichen sat on the edge of the bed, she sat directly on the wooden floor, leaning on the side of the bed and scrolling Weibo.

She posted the photo she had just taken on Weibo with the text: Me and my Mr. Song Zhichen.

Song Zhichen saw it and didn't talk much.

Soon a message came in, and it was sent in a nutshell.

It's a private message.

"Where? Who is that man? ”

Sang Jiujiu smiled, handed the mobile phone to Song Zhichen and said, "Look, this is my brother-in-law's words, but I don't like him now, how can I introduce you to him?"

"Why don't you like him?"

Song Zhichen suddenly asked this question.

She also pondered the question of mulberry wine many times in her heart, and she said with a smile: "I have been away from him for a year, and my feelings are gradually fading, and no one has to be anyone." And I found that what I liked was not him as a person, all the problems I had struggled with were nothing more than a feeling. And this feeling is the sense of peace that Mr. Song Zhichen gave me. You may think that my liking for you is inexplicable, but Mr. Song Zhichen, I am full of you now. ”

"Mulberry wine, I'm mentally ill."

Song Zhichen was blunt.

"It's okay, I'm neurotic, psychopathy and neuropathy happen to be a natural pair." She didn't care.

Song Zhichen looked at her and shook his head, she was a child after all, she was just a child who didn't understand anything.

Song Zhichen got up and opened the door and went out, but Sang Jiujiu didn't reply to the text message and followed him out.

The wind outside was very strong, and the hair was blowing a little messily, so the mulberry wine suddenly hugged Song Zhichen's waist from behind, put his head on his back, and said, "Mr. Song Zhichen, let me love you, let me be good to you, okay?"

Sang Jiujiu is a sensitive person, and she can understand Song Zhichen's lonely heart.

And the world of deserts.

She felt a little sorry for him, and she wanted to be nice to him.

She was poisoned by a name called Love at First Sight.

Let Jian Yan die, go and be someone else's groom, she will like this man well in the future.

This one...... A man whose heart is already cold.

She knew that it was impossible for him to lie to her that he was mentally ill, and he didn't bother to lie to her.

That's true.

Song Zhichen's body froze, and he reached out to hold her hands holding him, a warm feeling, and then he pulled it away.

Without looking back, he walked into the distance.

Sangjiujiu followed behind, his pace was so great that she struggled to keep up.

"Mr. Song Zhichen." Sang Jiujiu suddenly called out to him, and said cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Song Zhichen paused, turned around, looked at Sangjiujiu with a vague gaze, and said in an indifferent voice: "Sangjiujiu, I said not to approach me, I am mentally ill."

"I'm insane." Mulberry wine affirmed.

"Vexatious." Song Zhichen was a little tired and said: "I didn't lie to you, I am mentally ill, and my health is not good, you like me without good results."

The wind blew harder, the fragrance of flowers wafted away, and Sangjiujiu, dressed in a black leather coat, asked a little coolly: "Do you go to hell?" Mr. Song Zhichen, I will accompany you. I'm serious, life and death, I don't care. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl?" Song Zhichen suddenly felt a little funny.

The age of twenty is indeed a bit impulsive.

"If you don't like me, I will always follow you until you are really sure that you don't like me, Mr. Song Zhichen, I just started chasing you, you can't help but give me a chance."

Everyone has a chance to show love.

Song Zhichen was a little speechless, he shook his head, and said, "Sangjiujiu, I'm eleven years older than you."

"Really?" Sang Jiujiu was surprised: "I thought I was only about five or six years old."

Song Zhichen was silent, and he heard Sangjiujiu say again: "Mr. Song Zhichen, I want to chase you from today onwards, don't worry, if I like you, I will always like you firmly, this is the result of my careful consideration, I am not joking."

Mulberry wine has no heart-pounding feeling for Jian Yan, but it is different for Song Zhichen.

Sure enough, what she used to like was dependence and peace of mind, and these were all in so many years.

It is consumed little by little in a nutshell.

No one understands that the heart of mulberry wine gradually became alive after meeting Song Zhichen.

It's not the same feeling.

Seeing that Song Zhichen didn't speak, Sangjiujiu took a few steps over and then stuffed himself into his arms and hugged his waist.

Song Zhichen took a step back and said softly: "I didn't promise you, it's best to keep your distance."

After speaking, Song Zhichen walked in front and walked towards the small wooden house with light in the distance.

Song Zhichen's back was rushed up, he hurriedly reached out to hug her buttocks, and heard a laughing voice in his ear: "Mr. Song Zhichen, I am only ninety pounds, and I am very tall, my legs are very long, I am not heavy at all, can you carry me back?"

She has long legs, what is she trying to illustrate?

Song Zhichen was indifferent, he couldn't resist the person with a dead face, and he was such an active woman?

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