"Remember to make it a habit to bring an umbrella, don't get drenched in soup every time......"

……

He had never been a talker, and he had always thought that he wouldn't say so much even if he had to ask her.

But now that he opened his mouth, he realized that he had so many worries.

She is not stupid, on the contrary, she is more independent than many girls and will take care of herself, but in his eyes, she is stupid and makes him worry all the time.

Su Zhinian said in the end, his voice began to tremble lightly, his eyes were red, he put his head into her neck socket, buried it harder, and then silently hugged her and stood quietly for a while, and then slowly pulled her out of his embrace.

He gazed at her countenance, raised his slender white hand, stroked her face, and slowly, gently, inch by inch, with greed, with affection, with caution, with his fingertips running across every part of her cheek.

He stared at her eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to remember her appearance that had been engraved in his bones and blood again and again.

His fingertips finally stopped at the corners of her lips, and the gentle light of his eyes was stained with heavy pain.

He wished he could be with her like this all the time, even if it was the same as before, without her knowing it......

A misleading smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and after a few moments, he quickly withdrew his hand from her face.

Then her eyebrows, frozen by his controlled consciousness, flickered, and her sanity returned.

She tilted her head, a slight smile on the corner of her lips, and asked him the rhetorical question "Huh?" "The voice is over.

Su Zhinian's eyes returned to his usual coldness and indifference, he looked at her, opened his mouth without any emotion, and said, "Good night." ”

He called her, it turned out that he wanted to say goodnight to her?

Song Qingchun's eyebrows bent, and his words were smart: "Good night." ”

He looked at her smile like a flower, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and then spoke: "I have to go out to work at nine o'clock, hurry up and go upstairs and rest for a while." ”

"Yes." Song Qingchun nodded and replied, "You are the same." ”

Su Zhinian nodded and didn't speak.

Song Qingchun turned around, and when he was about to run back to the house, as if he thought of something, he turned his head and asked, "This afternoon, there seems to be an event in Song's enterprise, will you go?" ”

"I have something else to do, and I probably won't be able to go."

She thought that if he went, he would take her with him...... Song Qingchun let out an "oh" with some regret, and then pointed to the door of the house: "Then I'll go in first." ”

Su Zhinian said "um", stood in place, watched her figure disappear at the door, listened to the sound of her running upstairs, spoke again, and said again: "Tingting, good night." ”

It's good night, not good night.

His good night, not good night.

His good night, is anan, I love you, love you.

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Song Qingchun returned to the bedroom, and when he was undressing, he inadvertently touched the collar of his sweater, which was a little wet.

It's like some kind of liquid, and it's like it's falling on it.

Odd...... Was there a fog outside?

Song Qingchun frowned, her fingertips continued to rub twice on the wet place, and then she didn't know what was going on, and a sharp pain inexplicably appeared in her heart.

PS: That's Su Aojiao's tears~