"I really want to meet you, I hope you will."

Song Qingchun sent this text message, thinking that he was reluctant to see him for a long time, could it be inferiority? Ugly? Or poor? Or do you have a disability?

Song Qingchun bit his fingers and thought for a moment, feeling that his conjecture was very possible, and then continued to tap on the keyboard and write a text message: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of superficial person, I won't look down on a person because of my appearance, money, and illness, what's more, you are so good to me, it's too late for me to thank you." ”

After sending such a long string of messages, Song Qingchun yawned, put his phone aside, closed his eyes and just lay down for a short time, as if he remembered something, picked up his phone again, and sent a text message to that number: "Happy New Year." ”

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Su Zhinian held a cup of hot tea, leaned on the dining table elegantly, and read the text messages sent by Song Qingchun one by one.

He was actually worried about whether she was sick and feverish, so he sent the words "Happy New Year" as a test, but he didn't expect her text message to reply so quickly, thinking that it was nothing.

It's just that she didn't expect that she realized that the owner of the text message and the person who saved her were the same person......

When Su Zhinian kept seeing the last message sent by Song Qingchun, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

Not a superficial person?

What was going on in her strange head? Do you think he's an ugly bastard? Or poor ** silk?

Su Zhinian raised his head, looked at the splendid villas that were renovated, and then his eyes fell on the porcelain in one place.

It was a nine-figure bid in Hong Kong.

And his physiognomy...... Su Zhinian turned his head and glanced at the mirror...... No opinions are expressed.

Su Zhinian finished drinking the hot tea, sniffed on his somewhat stuffed nose, went upstairs, and just turned off the bedroom light, the mobile phone in his palm rang again.

It's still a text message from her, and it's exactly the same as what he sent her, Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Tingting.

His heart, at this moment, became incomparably soft and gentle.

-

The successive near-deaths made Song Qingchun realize that everything was not an accident, but man-made.

This also led to her not daring to go out during the entire Spring Festival, basically all the invitations from friends to call were politely rejected by her, and she honestly concentrated at home, playing chess with Song Menghua, chatting, sleeping lazily when she had nothing to do, and brushing up on Korean dramas.

However, during this period, she would take out her mobile phone from time to time, click on the eleven phone numbers, and glance at the text messages he sent with her, maybe this move was too frequent, causing Song Menghua to once can't help but ask her if she is in love?

She immediately shook her head and vetoed, but her face didn't know why it became a little hot, and her heart beat a little faster.

On the afternoon of the second day of junior high school, Qin Yinan came to Song's house once, firstly, to pay New Year's greetings to Song Menghua, and secondly, to see if Song Qingchun was doing after falling into the water.

The time spent at home was a bit long because it was too boring, and finally on the afternoon of the fourth year of junior high school, Song Qingchun should go to Su Zhinian's villa, so that she could breathe outside, but she became a little embarrassed.

Shouldn't she be in danger again on the way to Su Zhinian's house?