"I think it's normal, it's okay."

Zhihua blinked lightly and looked at Song Nanqiao with a little amusement.

Boys who don't smoke are indeed very liked, and she really doesn't like the smell of smoke, but she thinks it's good that she doesn't have a smoking addiction, and she can smoke appropriately.

"Senior, you don't have a smoking addiction, do you?"

Zhihua stood on tiptoe to look at Song Nanqiao, full of tenderness.

In fact, when you don't meet the person you like, you always have a set of standards for the future object, but when you meet the person you like, all the standards are forgotten.

Like is like, what is the standard.

Like is the standard, and those conditions are all fart.

"Nope."

Facing Zhihua's clear eyes, Song Nanqiao slowly shook his head.

There used to be, there are none, and now it's just that when you're upset, you want to smoke a cigarette.

The two of them quickly went to the night food stall, and it was not too late, and there were not many customers at the night food stall.

"Sit down."

Song Nanqiao took out a tissue and wiped the stool for Zhihua, his voice was warm and full of infinite tenderness.

"Boss, it's the same."

Zhihua sat down, and then beckoned to the boss, his tone full of familiarity.

"Okay, this is your boyfriend, right?"

"The boy is pretty handsome."

The owner of the night snack stall said with a smile, and then quickly grilled skewers for Zhihua.

Because of the frequent visits, Zhihua and the owner of the night food stall are very familiar.

The skewers were quickly served, Zhihua ate the skewers, and then chatted with Song Nanqiao leisurely, she enjoyed this feeling very much, and she also liked the atmosphere.

"Aqiao, it's really you, I looked familiar when I passed by here, but I didn't expect it to be."

He Qing stepped on stiletto heels and walked over, her tone revealing pleasure.

"Long time no see."

Hearing this, Song Nanqiao was a little displeased, but he still politely greeted He Qing, and his tone was alienated.

"What? Avoiding me?"

He Qing stroked her hair, and she smiled softly.

"Nope."

"I've been busy lately, and I've been busy with my girlfriend."

Song Nanqiao said, his tone softened slightly.

He Qing hadn't noticed the existence of Zhihua at first, but when she heard Song Nanqiao say this, she noticed the existence of Zhihua, and she moved her gaze to Zhihua's face.

「...... Your girlfriend?"

He Qing's tone was full of surprise, and she blinked her eyes gently, full of disbelief.

What kind of person Song Nanqiao is, they are very clear in this circle, He Qing didn't expect Song Nanqiao to really fall in love, and she is also a girl who looks so well-behaved.

"Yes, my girlfriend."

Song Nanqiao nodded, but he didn't mean to introduce them to each other.

"Very good, you like this?"

He Qing's gaze was on Zhihua's face.

Zhihua ate the skewers, and didn't mean to talk, just nodded at He Qing.

Song Nanqiao didn't introduce her, maybe this person is not important, and she doesn't feel the need to know the painting.

"If you like that, so can I."

Before Song Nanqiao could speak, He Qing had already spoken, and she said bluntly as if she regarded Zhihua as air.

「？？？？？？」

Zhihua raised his head to look at He Qing.

It's not my sister, you want to snatch someone's boyfriend, and you don't have to say it in front of the other party's girlfriend, right?

Is this appropriate?

It's not appropriate, okay.

Zhihua stopped masturbating, and she raised her eyes to stare at He Qing.

"My girlfriend

Yes."

Song Nanqiao frowned slightly, and his displeasure was fully displayed.

"Oh, I'll talk about it when your girlfriend isn't there."

He Qing didn't feel anything, she said slowly.

Zhihua: "???"

"He Qing, please pay attention to your words."

"I've known each other for so many years, so I don't want to say too much, but please also ask you to figure out your own identity."

Song Nanqiao's tone was full of coldness, and he slammed the table.

He doesn't like to scare girls very much, but if girls go too far, he won't be humble.

"I've liked you for so many years, isn't it really as good as someone I've known for a short time?"

He Qing pulled out a stool and sat down, she asked in a deep voice.

She didn't know how long Song Nanqiao and Zhihua had known each other, she only knew that it was definitely not as long as she and Song Nanqiao had known each other.

"Auntie, if Aqiao likes you, it won't be my turn."

"Love is not about first come, first served, but about feelings."

Zhihua blinked her eyes slightly, she looked well-behaved and quiet.

Aunt?

He Qing's eyes widened: "You call me Auntie?"

She pointed to her face and looked at the painting again.

"Huh? Isn't it?"

Zhihua blinked lightly and looked at He Qing with slightly innocent eyes.

"He Qing, if He doesn't want to continue to be stable, you can try."

Song Nanqiao's tone revealed a little carelessness.

He has the ability.

He Qing looked at Song Nanqiao, and she stood up, "So Song Nanqiao, where is she good?"

"She's fine anywhere."

Maybe Zhihua is not so perfect, but in his mind, Zhihua is the best.

Love is blind.

He Qing turned around and left, she couldn't gamble with the fate of her family.

She didn't dare, and she couldn't afford to gamble.

Song Nanqiao should pay special attention to that girl, otherwise it would be impossible to say such cruel words.

"I have nothing to do with her, but we have been in a circle, in fact, we don't know each other."

Song Nanqiao explained to Zhihua.

It's a big circle, and not everyone is particularly familiar with each other, just acquaintances.

Between him and He Qing, at most, they can talk simply, but they can't talk about familiarity.

"Okay, I know."

Zhihua bent his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were also crooked, which was exceptionally good-looking.

"It's delicious."

Zhihua diverted the topic, picked up a skewer of meat and handed it to Song Nanqiao, a little smile flashing in her eyes.

Song Nanqiao: "It's delicious."

After the two of them were full of food and drink, Song Nanqiao sent Zhihua home.

"Go back, I'll watch you go."

Walking to the door of the community, Zhihua said to Song Nanqiao, with tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I watched you go upstairs."

Song Nanqiao shook his head, and he said slowly.

The two of them pushed and shoved for a while, and then Zhihua walked in.

The lights in the living room were still on, and my father was still sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and he wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Dad."

Zhihua changed his shoes at the entrance, and was a little surprised to know that his father was still in the living room.

"Coming back?"

Zhi's father looked at Zhihua, and then put down the newspaper.

"Warm up the milk in the kitchen, drink it and go to bed."

Zhi's father silently put down the newspaper and walked into the bedroom.