Xiaonanlou is located in the north district of Zhongzhou, where it is more humid and is uniformly divided into Yujing Mansion, and the house here was given by Liang Manyin's father-in-law when he got married.

Giving Chu Ying a place to live is an insult to other people's friendship.

Song Yong didn't have a garage key, parked the car at the door, went to knock on the door, and Chu Ying's farewell, I haven't seen her for almost a month, missing is secondary, and how her injuries are is important.

The room is not warm, the decoration is a little old-fashioned, and when you go in, you will be depressed and dull, and the women who live in it are the only warmth here.

Chu Ying was lying on the dining table, with a table of dishes in front of her, so tired that she slept here.

Song Yong walked up to her, the shadow hung over her face, raised a hand, Song Yong stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and his fingertips ran over the skin of his face, which was the touch he missed.

During this time with Xi Ran, every day was long, going out to high-end occasions with her, drinking tea and wine, enjoying and eating, these are all things that Song Yong should like, but he lost interest.

At those times, he thought more of being in the rental house with Chu Ying, she dragged him to eat food stalls, soaked in the fireworks in the market, some not very clean and simple food, but with a nostalgic smell.

Tasting the taste of expensive red wine, but it is not as good as the cold beer on the food stalls, poured into a very soft plastic cup, Chu Ying is good at drinking it all.

When drunk, they were like two homeless spirits, floating in the building, leaning against the wall and kissing, and the wall skin fell to the ground behind them.

The room was so small and cramped.

They have tried every place, but they have never been bored, and living in such a big hotel with Xi Ran, Song Yong feels that it is a waste of life to stay for one more day.

This glance was very deep, and it didn't move away from Chu Ying's face.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, her head turned sideways, and gradually in her clear sight, there was more person like Song Yong, her face showed surprise and surprise, and she quickly stood up, hugged him lightly with two arms, and cried with joy, tears staining his neck socket.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore and stopped coming to see me."

She cried as she spoke, hugging Song Yong very tightly, in the face of this posture, Song Yong moved her lower lip, and her words were unpleasant, "I thought you were dead, why didn't you die, it's really disappointing." ”

Chu Ying looked at him with tears in his eyes, transparent tears rolled down like pearls, and the appearance of crying was poignant and hesitant.

Song Yong turned her face sideways and didn't look at her tears, she was still crying, and the crying was annoying.

"I'm not here to see you cry." Song Yong was about to leave, his mouth was very hard, "I knew I wouldn't come." ”

Chu Ying hugged his arm, raised her hand to wipe her tears, suppressed her crying, and squeezed out a wry smile, "I won't cry, don't go." ”

Pulling his hand, Chu Ying dragged him to sit down.

"Didn't you eat, I just made it."

Song Yonggan sat still and didn't move, Chu Ying trembled, "Why don't you eat it, don't you like to eat these?" I'll do something else for you. ”

Holding the back of her hand, she suddenly let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong?"

Chu Ying hid her hand and forced a smile, "It's nothing, it's just hot, it doesn't matter." ”

Song Yong raised his eyebrows, and there was a haze between his eyebrows, "I'll take a look." ”

“…… It really doesn't matter. ”

"Bring it."

Chu Ying reluctantly stretched out her injured hand, it was very red, and the blisters floated several times, she didn't have time to apply the ointment, it looked shocking, she did farm work all year round, but she knew how to take care of her hands, and this time she was so seriously injured, but she didn't apply medicine.

She put it on Song Yong's fingertips and exposed the wound to him.

Song Yong asked, "How did you get it?" ”

"Miss Liang taught me to make tea, and I accidentally burned it."

"So what's there to learn?"

Chu Ying repeated Liang Manyin's words when he despised her, "Miss Liang said, I am not qualified to compare with your wife in this life, even if I am a mistress, I am not qualified, so I have to learn more." ”

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Song Yong suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, "Go and apply the medicine, make it like this, I don't have an appetite to look at it." ”

"Okay, then you eat first."

Chu Ying ran to rub the medicine, Song Yong picked up the chopsticks and went to taste the dishes made by Chu Ying, there was some oil, but the taste was good, it was very similar to the taste of the village chief's house, and when he took a bite, he seemed to be back in the village.

As soon as a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Chu Ying walked out of it, Song Yong put down his chopsticks and turned into a serious face, "What kind of medicine did you rub, it smelled bad and died, and you choked your nose." ”

After being scolded, Chu Ying looked coquettish and took a step back, "Then you eat, I'll go in, so as not to smoke you." ”

"Forget it, I don't have an appetite."

Song Yong raised his head and touched Chu Ying's delicate eyes, "What are you still standing for, I want to take a bath and get a change of clothes." ”

"You're going to stay?" Chu Ying was shy and timid, "Okay, I'll get it." ”

Maybe she thought of this layer before, Liang Manyin left a man's clean clothes here, which were all bought according to Song Yong's size, and in order to satisfy him, she even had to take care of this little detail.

Song Yong changed into clothes, the smell of perfume belonging to Xi Ran on his body was gone, it was very clean, and there was a light woody fragrance all over his body, he wet his hair and threw the towel on Chu Ying's face, "Raising you, is it to make you in a daze?" ”

Taking the towel off, Chu Ying understood, walked behind Song Yong, and helped him wipe his hair, with very gentle movements.

This kind of gentleness is an illusion, and it is precisely because it is fake that it will be so perfect, Song Yong's head smashed, smashed into Chu Ying's arms, squinting his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Chu Ying held the back of his head, his palm was cushioned underneath, and he rubbed the ends of his hair with a towel.

She looked down at Song Yong's face, the bridge of his nose was tall and delicate, his eyelids were very thin, his lips were lightly pursed, and there was a mole on his face, on the bridge of his nose, the surrounding skin was whiter, his appearance was very delicate and noble.

You can't find this kind of appearance in the poor pile.

Chu Ying had seen good-looking men in the village, and they had a rough feeling, which was different from Song Yong's good-looking.

"Didn't you let me wipe my hair? How did you fall asleep? ”

The woman's voice was very soft, which reminded Song Yong of her mother.

When he was a child, he went to play football, fell to the ground, and his knee was bruised with a large bruise, and his mother gently coaxed him, wiped away his tears, and said softly: "Why do you cry when you fall." ”

They were in the same tone.

Song Yong's movement of opening his eyes was slowed down, and a pair of black and white eyes were hidden under his eyelids.

Chu Ying rubbed his hair, "What's wrong?" ”

“…… Do you miss me these days? ”

Song Yong had never been so emotional, but he wanted to know the answer, Chu Ying only nodded, and Song Yong said heavily, "Speak." ”

"I want to, but I don't want to." Chu Ying once thought that her talent was to deal with men, "I miss you emotionally, but when I think of you with my fiancée, I don't want to." ”

At the right time, Chu Ying withdrew her hand from Song Yong's hair.

He held it in time, sat up, lifted Chu Ying's chin, frantically snatched the soft lips, wrapped his palm around her waist, and sat on him with her, from the moment he entered the door, he wanted to do this.