Jiang Cheng took two steps back in resistance and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to get into the car. Meng Fuqing didn't give her a chance to refuse, got out of the car and dragged her into the co-pilot.

Song swallowed his saliva in fear, and seeing that Jiang Huai was still full of patience, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his treatment was not so bad, and he honestly lowered his head and got into the car.

"Meng Fuqing, what do you care about me?"

After getting in the car, Jiang Cheng began to quarrel with Meng Fuqing.

"You just ran here casually, and you didn't run away?" Meng Fuqing confronted each other with a cold face.

"My luggage is still in the company, I want to go back." As soon as the car ran on the high speed, Jiang Cheng deliberately made Meng Fuqing unhappy.

It takes a while to get out of the highway, tossing back and forth, almost dozens of minutes.

Meng Fuqing threw a bottle of blueberry yogurt on Jiang Cheng's lap with a dark face, "The suitcase has already been loaded." ”

Jiang Cheng was deflated and threw the yogurt back.

"Who drinks this? I'm going to drink, you put me at the door of the bar. ”

Hearing this, Meng Fuqing's face darkened, "Jiang Cheng, are you fat?" Dare to go to the bar for a drink? ”

"Can you handle it?"

…

The smell of gunpowder in the car became heavier and heavier, and seeing that Meng Fuqing's accelerator was getting faster and faster, Song slowly patted Jiang Huai's arm in a panic.

"They're so noisy, can they drive?"

Jiang Huai hooked his lips and nodded at the back of Song Slow's hand, "Don't worry, Meng Fuqing has driven a racing car before." ”

“…… You have to obey the traffic rules when driving a car...... It's noisy, I'm scared. Song Slow's face turned pale, it was the first time she had taken such an exciting car.

Jiang Cheng was also brave enough, and he chatted with Meng Fuqing, and the fight was in full swing.

Out of her mind, Song Slow's ears tightened, she looked up, and Jiang Huai was holding a pair of headphones for her to wear.

"Don't move." Jiang Huai helped Song slowly pull out the hair sandwiched between the earphones, and his slender fingers swept across his cheeks, immediately bringing a burst of hot touch.

Song slowly shrunk his shoulders, honestly, like a Garfield.

Jiang Huai helped her sort out her headphones, took out her mobile phone and chose a song, "If you don't want to listen to them fight, just listen to the song." ”

Song slowly pursed his lips and was silent.

Jiang Huai rummaged through the playlist, but didn't find any good songs. Song Slow's heart was hot, and he turned his head to Jiang Huai and smiled: "Play me "The Voice of Missing". ”

Jiang Huai's hand paused.

Song Chu thought that he didn't remember which song it was, so he continued to explain: "It's the piano piece you played on the day of the rehearsal of the party." ”

Jiang Huai hooked his lips and rubbed the back of Song Slow's head unscrupulously with the obstruction of the night, "I remember." ”

Tunes played specifically for you.

How could I not remember.

Little one, my brother has a better memory than you.

It always has been.

JAC found this piano piece in pure music and clicked to play.

The soothing piano music sounded, and Song slowly leaned back in his chair, deeply relieved.

Everything that happened today was so illusory, first with Jiang Huai, then with someone to follow, then with the celebration banquet, and then to Jiang Cheng's appearance.

Song Chu only felt tired physically, but his head unconsciously turned in the direction of Jianghuai.

The car happened to drive through a dark bridge hole, and Jiang Huai also looked over.

The car was dark and couldn't see his five fingers, but Song Slow could look directly into his bright eyes. Those eyes are like two stars in the middle of the night, hanging in the vast sky, as lonely and proud as a snow-capped mountain, cold and left behind.

But when you actually touch these two stars, they feel scorching, like a meteorite sliding down the clouds, emitting a rapid and intense heat.

Song slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the eyes with a fatal attraction, but the next second, he was grabbed by a warm hand.

Her hand was gently held in the palm of Jiang Huai's hand, as if it was tight, as if it hadn't touched anything. The two hearts were glued together along the fingers, and between the beating and stopping, the temperature became higher and higher, and it was terrifyingly hot after a while.

They just held each other silently, staring at each other. The piano music in the headphones rang over and over again, making Song slow back to that night.

Jiang Huai played the piano, and his straight back was so juvenile.

Song Slow suddenly felt that he was so familiar, so familiar that they had already held each other's hands like this a long time ago.

I don't know when my eyes were dyed with a layer of mist, and even Jiang Huai's eyes were thick.

The dim lights on the side of the road gradually spread into the car, and Song slowly withdrew his hand to look out the window, his heart fluttering and shouting, gradually covering up the volume of the piano music.

The summer night has long come to an end, and the light and shadow sweep away the untimely flowers with a slightly cool autumn mood. The wind brought up by the wheels gives them a new journey and crushes them into dust.

Autumn is coming.

The piano music in the headphones finally ended, and the car stopped steadily downstairs in the JAC.

"Sending you up?" Meng Fuqing unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Jiang Chengdao.

Jiang Cheng glared at him, "Don't bother with you." "Hurriedly got out of the car.

Song slowly took off the headphones and returned them to Jianghuai, and fled the scene in a hurry.

Jiang Cheng walked to the trunk and dragged the suitcase down, and Song Cheng was at a loss.

Her mind was full of pictures of holding hands with Jiang Huai, and she walked over to help Jiang Cheng carry the box without turning her brain.

Looking at her red and translucent face, Jiang Cheng smiled casually and pinched it: "What's going on?" Is it so hot in the car? You don't wear much. ”

Song slowly touched his hot little face and said vaguely: "Maybe it's really hot." ”

Meng Fuqing walked over and pressed Jiang Cheng's box, "When will you go back?" ”

"I don't want to tell you."

Seeing that these two people were about to quarrel again, Jiang Huai took Jiang Cheng's suitcase in three steps and two steps, and pulled Song slowly into the elevator.

"Hey...... Jiang Cheng she ......"

"What kind of light bulb are you?" Jiang Huai hooked Song Slow's collar and dragged her back from the elevator door, "Beating is kissing, scolding is love, don't care so much." ”

"Then why haven't I seen you beat or scold me?" Song Slow's brain twitched, and he turned his head to Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai probably didn't expect Song Slow to say this, and his eyes burst out with joy.

"Not all affection and love have to rely on beating and scolding."

Jiang Huai leaned leisurely against the elevator wall, looking at the little man in front of him and chuckling.

“？” Song slowly stared at him suspiciously.

"Slowly, you have fine skin and tender meat, I'm afraid I'll break you. I don't want to learn from Meng Fuqing's big boss. ”

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and JAC dragged the box first.

His coquettish tone echoed in the hallway.

"But if you have this demand, my brother will try to meet it."

He opened the door and pushed the suitcase hard, leaned against the door frame slightly, lowered his head to make a small gap for Song Slow.

"Why don't you come in and do a walkthrough?"

"Shall I hit first, or will you scold first?"