"That's, my feet." Song Qing didn't know how to describe his current mood.

I just felt that a dazzle exploded in my brain, and she was dizzy.

"I know, I wouldn't do this to others." Zhao Cheng stood up after speaking.

Song looked down on him, suddenly stood up, and subconsciously leaned back.

Because there was no support point behind him, Song Qing fell on the bed like this.

The bed was still soft with hers, and the man next to her looked at her condescendingly.

She couldn't understand the look in her eyes, but it made her subconsciously a little scared, so she got up immediately after falling.

Zhao Cheng felt that he might have scared her just now, so he stiffened and spoke in a deep voice.

"You...... Forget it, you rest! Zhao Cheng said and turned around and walked out of the bedroom......

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing that Song Qing felt that the tense atmosphere had eased a little.

Raising his hand and touching his cheek, Song Qing couldn't help but lie on the bed on his back.

The picture just now lingered in my mind, it was really the legendary man, not a bag.

Song Qing rolled onto the bed, thinking of the picture of the man disinfecting her just now, Song Qing pulled the quilt over to cover herself.

Paralysis!

Shame on you.

Song Qing stayed in the room alone for almost ten minutes, and then got up, took out wool slippers from the foot of the bed, put them on, opened the door, and walked out of the bedroom.

At this time, the living room was very quiet, and I didn't see Zhao Cheng and his son.

"Where have these two gone?"

When Song Qing was about to sweep the bowls off the kitchen floor, he found that the kitchen had been cleaned.

And those broken bowl fragments are quietly staying in the trash can next to them.

"Who swept it, Zhao Cheng?" It should be, looking at the broken bowl in the trash can, Song Qing felt for the first time that this man was not as lofty as the legend said.

"But where did they go?" Song Qing grabbed a handful of hair curiously, then walked to the door of the living room and stretched out his hand to open the door.

At this time, it was already dark outside, and after Song Qing walked towards the corridor window, he couldn't help but glance downstairs.

At this time, the street lamp downstairs was very bright, and Song Qing saw the man standing under the street lamp at a glance.

The man stood with his hands in his hands under the street lamp, looking at the same place and wondering what he was thinking. Not far from him, a little boy was gesturing with a twig.

It was practicing swords, and every move and style was very beautiful, as if he was praising it, but Song Qing wouldn't believe that it was performing.

Because looking at the two leaves in front of him that stopped falling to the ground, he knew that he was really practicing swords.

Song Qing stretched out his hand to open the window and leaned down at the window to look downstairs.

Hearing the sound of opening the window, Zhao Cheng under the street lamp looked up at her, the two looked at each other, Song Qing quickly looked away and then greeted with a dry smile.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yu heard his mother speak, put away the branches, and Song waved his hand lightly.

"I'm too full, move around, do you want my aunt to come down."

Song Qing glanced at Zhao Cheng for a moment, and blushed when he thought of the previous picture and waved his hand, "I won't be able to, you continue, I'll just take a look." ”

Next, Song Qing just stood by the window next to the bed and looked downstairs.

By the way, she didn't forget to register these two people.

Song thought lightly, reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and began to call his old classmates.

The phone rang a few times later, and the voice of his old classmate came from there.

"Hello, guess who I am?" Song Qing's voice fell, and a familiar voice came from the phone.