Who she likes and who she is with is obviously her freedom, but now it has become hers.

Zhihua is a little trance-like and a little uncomfortable.

Since she was a child, she has rejected many people, but none of them have happened.

"It's fine."

Song Nanqiao took Zhihua into his arms, and he whispered, his tone full of comfort.

Zhao You has been shouting all the time, as if he is right, and there is a feeling of strong words.

The police detained him, and Song Nanqiao Zhihua would soon be able to leave.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

Song Nanqiao suddenly whispered, and he held Zhihua's hand tightly.

Zhao You appeared unexpectedly, he did not protect the good knowledge painting.

"Nope."

Zhihua shook his head lightly and said.

has nothing to do with Song Nanqiao, Zhihua looked down at the floor and kicked the stones under his feet.

I felt a little uncomfortable, and I was swayed by those inexplicable emotions.

She sometimes wonders, why are there so many strange people in this world?

Why do people always use indescribable methods to do things that are incomprehensible?

"Shall we go back to eating hot pot now?"

Song Nanqiao lowered his eyes and looked at the painting and asked softly.

Because of Zhao You's matter, they haven't eaten hot pot yet.

It was already completely dark, and the neon lights on the street were lit up, and the shadows of the two men were stretched out long as they walked down the street hand in hand.

Because he came by police car, Song Nanqiao's car was still parked in front of the company.

"No, I want to go eat skewers."

Zhihua shook his head lightly and said.

She doesn't want to eat hot pot at all now, she feels that when she sees hot pot now, she may think of Zhao You's things in her head, and then she will be in no mood and can't eat it.

"Okay, shall we walk over there?"

Song Nanqiao asked, not far from the police station, there is actually a snack street.

"Well, think of it as a walk."

Zhihua nodded and said, and the two of them walked slowly along the road hand in hand, chatting.

In the past, the carriage and horse were very slow, and they could only love one person in their life.

Now in this fast era, many people are talking about fast-food love, and they have loved many people in their lives.

Oh no, maybe you'll be able to fall in love with a lot of people in a matter of seconds.

Walking on the sidewalk with Song Nanqiao, the cars around them were speeding fast, but their speed was still unhurried.

Zhihua has the illusion that they are in that era when cars and horses are very slow.

The stalls are often the most sparkling of fireworks, and the scents wafting through the side streets go straight into people's sense of smell.

Song Nan and Qiao Zhihua found a random place to sit down, and then ordered a lot of barbecue.

"Senior, I want to have some drink, is that okay?"

Zhihua stared at the picture of the drinks on the menu, and then slowly raised his head to look at Song Nanqiao.

She knew that she didn't drink well, but she felt a breath in her heart and wanted to vent.

"Okay, order, I'll do everything."

Song Nanqiao's big palm was attached to Zhihua's head, and his voice was full of doting.

When you are not happy, you can drink a little bit.

He's here.

Zhihua ate the skewers, and then drank the beer, and to live up to expectations, Zhihua was drunk again.

When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar environment, a clean room, full of cold colors, she hugged her head tightly, and her head hurt a little.

"Drink some ginger soup."

Song Nanqiao walked in with a bowl of steaming ginger soup, and he smiled when he saw Zhihua wake up.

"Senior, where is this?"

Zhihua bit his lip tightly, this environment is obviously not a hotel.

Song Nanqiao: "My family." ”

Zhihua: "??? ”

Zhihua's pupils widened suddenly.

Rely on it, Song Nanqiao's home???

Will his parents be at home???

Zhihua is very sure that he went crazy again last night.

I probably drank a little too much, and the memories of last night were already a little scattered.

And what about her......

Will it be a social death???

"Don't worry, I'll live by myself."

Xu saw the little worries of Zhihua, Song Nanqiao explained with a smile and rubbed Zhihua's head.

"Whew, that's good."

Zhihua was instantly relieved.

"What, you want to see my parents?"

Song Nanqiao felt a little funny, and he nodded Zhihua's forehead.

"No, no, no, it's too early."

Zhihua's head shook like a rattle.

She didn't want to.

She and Song Nanqiao have only been talking for a long time, and it is more or less inappropriate to see her parents so early.

"Call me by name in the future, huh?"

"I always call me senior, I always find it weird."

Song Nanqiao brought the ginger soup to the front of Zhihua, took a spoonful of it, and then put it to his lips and blew it gently.

"Open your mouth, ah."

Song Nanqiao said softly, and the spoon was raised to Zhihua's lips.

"I'll do it myself."

Zhihua instantly felt that her face was a little hot, and she bit her lip gently.

Though it is a couple, it seems to be ......

Woo woo, the first time she fell in love, she always felt weird, her face was so hot.

"Okay, you can do it yourself."

Zhihua's face was very red, Song Nanqiao naturally saw it, he teased, and then handed the bowl to Zhihua.

Zhihua finished drinking the ginger soup and felt warm in his heart.

It's really comfortable to be with Song Nanqiao.

Zhihua took a closer look at Song Nanqiao's home, and she pursed her lips gently.

The house is in a nice and big location, and the price is not cheap at all.

Song Nanqiao's family background is probably quite good.

There were rumors in the school that Song Nanqiao was in a hurry to start a business because of his poor family background, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Like this house?"

Noticing Zhihua's scrutiny, Song Nanqiao said softly.

"Nope."

Zhihua shook his head.

The location is very good, she actually likes it, the house diaphragm should be exceptional, very quiet, there is a snack street nearby.

You can eat a lot of things downstairs.

"If you like, I can transfer it to you."

Song Nanqiao said softly, as if he was talking about what I ate today, and his tone was very calm.

"Don't."

Zhihua turned her head to look at Song Nanqiao, and after watching it a few times, she realized that Song Nanqiao was not joking, and she shook her head.

It's not her stuff, she won't want it.

She can hold Song Nanqiao's bank card, and she doesn't need it.

House...... Forget it, she can't ask for it.

"Drawing, I'm serious, I want to add your name to the real estate deed, and transfer it to you."

Song Nanqiao stared at Zhihua, his eyes were full of seriousness, and there was no joke at all.

He is a person who identifies a person, and that is a lifetime.

Therefore, in this life, except for knowing painting, there will probably be no one else.