In the past half an hour at the Song family, Song Zhiwei was extremely difficult, not only disgusted, but also resisted from the heart.

Fortunately, there were not many things, so I cleaned it up after a while, and when I got downstairs, I found that in addition to the original two people, there was another one sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Lin looked at Qi Su with a smile on his face: "Zhiwei, this kid is just not sensible, you are so busy in Huanyu every day that your feet don't touch the ground, she goes back to her own home, where can I use you to pick it up in person." ”

"Don't worry." Qi Su extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, glanced at her lightly, his eyes stopped on the violin in her arms, and walked out with her as he spoke: "I'm afraid she can't hold too many things." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone next to him picked it up and carefully hugged it in his arms.

Song Zhiwei followed as usual, and when she turned the corner of the fence, she broke free, twisted her eyebrows and said, "What are you crazy about?" ”

Qi Su opened the car door and sat in the back, patting the seat next to him: "Can't you see it, take my wife home." ”

If it weren't for the fact that there was a driver in the car, Song Zhiwei would have wanted to laugh out loud, she had three homes, which one was her real place.

Song Zhiwei saw through everything and didn't want to argue with him, she thought of the woman in the afternoon, and said casually: "Why don't you spend a good night with Miss Su?" ”

Qi Su didn't answer directly, his palm slipped in from the hem of her clothes, rubbing back and forth restlessly, and said deliberately: "I thought you would question me." ”

The trees outside the window were drawing fast, Song Zhiwei was dizzy, and Qi Su's movements gave her goosebumps again, she pursed her lips and took out an orange candy from her bag.

The sweet and sour taste burst on the tip of her tongue, and Song Zhiwei replied slowly: "Take what you need, I don't have this position." ”

Qi Su looked at her meaningfully for a while, and said without hesitation: "You are interesting." ”

He didn't deny that it was a ploy to let her approach at first, but then she also fought for a place by his side with her own skills.

He has seen countless women, hot, pure, dignified and generous, none of them are as comprehensive as her.

In every way, they are a perfect fit.

Needless to say, Song Zhiwei is good-looking, she is smart and knows how to judge the situation, she gives him enough face when she is outside, and she never hides it in bed, she will not be pretentious, and she takes into account that ridiculous self-esteem.

What he couldn't stand the most was her energetic appearance.

He doesn't even have to give the security that the woman next to him wants the most, although he is not at the point of coming and going as soon as he is called, but he is unexpectedly obedient, and he can heal quickly the next day even if he is snubbed.

Just like a kitten that doesn't need to be trained, she will take care of herself well if she is left alone.

The occasional refusal to give in is just the pleasure of the daily life of the two.

But Qi Su knows the truth that he is too late, Song Zhiwei's character looks very good, but she actually has the courage to break the kettle, and her disappointment comes from the trivialities that have accumulated over time.

Once you are cold about something, it is like an avalanche, and no one can change it.

Qi Su is also very popular, of course he will not let the two of them come to this point, after all, he has not found a replacement for the time being.

Song Zhiwei didn't know his mental activity, so she smeared her eyeshadow little by little on the small mirror on the powder, and the earth color contrasted with her pale skin, revealing a little gray.

The two naturally ignored the chance encounter in the afternoon, as if they had met again.

Qi Su turned her head to look at Song Zhiwei, looking at her thin jaw and long eyelashes, she leaned back in the chair obediently, and the heavy shadows of the trees hit a cluster of fine light on her face.

Qi Su hooked her shoulder straps and said casually: "You don't have to wear such heavy makeup in the future, it looks good." ”

"Oh." Song Zhiwei responded softly, stayed on the red lipstick tube for half a second, and finally chose the milk tea color.