Feeling tears coming out of his eyes, Song raised his hand to wipe it and said with a dry smile.

"That, you have no relatives and no reason, it just so happens that I am the same in this world, let's be family in the future! If you don't mind, I'll be your sister in the future. As for my feelings for you, that's it, third brother, is this okay? ”

May I?

He really didn't know.

It's obviously what he wants, but why doesn't he feel a little relieved, but a heavy heart. It feels like something different.

Facing Song Qing's gaze, it took a while for Zhao Cheng to hear the voice coming from his throat.

"Okay."

Good.

He said yes.

"That's it."

Song replied lightly, couldn't help but smile faintly, and then lowered his head. Obviously she didn't drink, but now she only felt dizzy.

"Let's go back! A little sleepy, I want to sleep. ”

Seeing her like this, Zhao Cheng responded, "Okay, then go back." ”

"Then let's go!"

Song said softly, stood up and walked out first.

Bye.

My first love.

……

After that day, Song Qing returned to her usual appearance, she occasionally cooked by herself, and ate with Zhao Cheng as usual, as if nothing had changed.

But, no.

Zhao Cheng felt that something was different, as if there was a line between them, and she hadn't crossed that line since that day.

She is no longer close to him, and she will not hold his arm at every turn, pull his sleeve, or throw himself into his arms, all of which Zhao Cheng sees in his eyes.

That night, Zhao Cheng reached out and lost the dossier and got up and walked out of the study.

Originally, he was just walking around the yard to blow the wind, but unconsciously he came to Song Qing's residence, and looked up at the mention above the door.

'Holly Garden'

Looking at the mention above the door, Zhao Cheng's face tensed.

How did he get here?

After being silent for a while, Zhao Cheng raised his feet and walked into the courtyard, at this time the lanterns were still lit in the yard, because it was night, looking up, the shadows of the trees in the distance were swaying, and occasionally the sound of the wind blowing and the trees shaking.

Stopping, Zhao Cheng's gaze fell on the largest holly tree in the yard.

Under the light, the petite figure was leaning against the big tree at this time, looking asleep. And not far from her was her personal maid standing quietly.

Without waiting for the girl to salute, Zhao Cheng waved his hand to let people go down. Seeing this, Lin Qing bowed slightly and retreated respectfully.

The courtyard was quiet, looking at Song Qing leaning against the tree, Zhao Cheng raised his feet and walked over until he stood in front of her.

Her eyelashes were long, her lips were slightly open, and her little fair face looked even crimson in the light.

It's well-behaved.

At this time, the wind was blowing, and a strand of hair swept through her cheeks, perhaps a little itchy, which made Song Qing couldn't help but raise her hand to scratch it, change her position and continue to sleep.

However, she forgot that she was leaning against the tree, and with this change of position, her body slid to the side, and Zhao Cheng was stunned and subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Song Qing was also taken aback by this, and instantly sobered up, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the wrists of the people around him.

Under the lighting of the lantern, she could clearly see his appearance, his cold expression, his cold face, and the golden fringed hairband hanging down on the shoulders that could not be dropped.

At this moment, his eyes were looking at him heavily, which was incomprehensible to her, gentle, complex, bottomless, but it made people want to look at him a few more times.

For a moment, Song Qing thought that he was dreaming, otherwise how could he see him so close to him as soon as he opened his eyes.

Thinking that he reached out to pick himself up just now, Song Qing said embarrassedly, "Thank you, I just leaned on it for a while and fell asleep." ”

Seriously, Song Qing thought about facing him with a normal heart, but when he really saw him, his heart always couldn't calm down.

said that he would put his liking in his heart, or let go of it slowly, but his heart would still be moved by his uncontrollable heartbeat, and he would blush and heartbeat for him.

Zhao Cheng stood up, looked down at the figure still sitting under the tree, and silently stretched out his hand.

"Get up."

"Okay."

Song glanced at him and put her hand in his, her hand was held, and she was pulled up. She was too close to him at this point.

Seeing that one of his hands touched the clothes in front of him, Song Qing took a step back uncomfortably and withdrew his hand.

It's been said that it can't be the same as before. Thinking of this, Song lowered his head slightly to hide his uncomfortable emotions.

Sensing Song Qing's movements, Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes, and a gloomy color flashed in his eyes.

It's an uncomfortable feeling.

Finally, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but speak.

"You don't have to."

"You can do the same as before."

He couldn't say anything, he just felt that his voice was a little dry, and he didn't even know why he said it.

Song Qing was an accident for him, it was also very troublesome, it was quite noisy and noisy, his eyes burned when he looked at him, but he was so well-behaved, which made him happy.

He likes that.

Zhao Cheng understood himself and didn't want her to alienate herself.

Song Qing is not stupid, she can hear what he means. Just can it still be the same as before? Apparently not.

"Want to go out for a walk?"

Song Qing nodded in a daze, "Okay, it's still early anyway, and I can't sleep." ”

But no, it shouldn't be seven o'clock at this time, if it is put in modern times, what is she doing, it must be hiding under the covers, reading comics, or watching TV series.

Facing the night.

Zhao Cheng and Song Qing walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion one after the other.

Qiyang City at night, as usual, is full of people and very lively. After walking around, I didn't feel like I was doing anything, and a long time had passed.

Song Qing and Zhao Cheng are outstanding, and they have attracted the attention of many people along the way, both men and women, but because of Zhao Cheng's indifferent appearance, no one dares to come forward to talk.

Looking at the man who was following him, Song Qing actually had a feeling that he was dating. After walking around, Song Qing and the others came to the lake. At night, the lake is sparkling, there are many river lights floating on the lake, and many boats can be seen on the lake and on the shore.

The sound of silk and bamboo is endless.

"It's a nice view."

"There are a lot of painting boats, and there are many tourists in these painting boats, and there are many beautiful women dancing, which are quite similar to those on TV."

Hearing Song Qing's voice, Zhao Cheng glanced at her and didn't speak, but just stood beside her with his hands in his hands.

Just when Song Qing was about to go to the Huxin Pavilion next to him to sit down, an antique painting boat drove towards them, and there were acquaintances standing on the deck next to the painting boat.

That's Gu Wei.

and her maid Lin Qing.

Seeing that the painting boat was parked on the side of the road, Song Qing couldn't help but turn his head to look at the man beside him, when did he order.

"Go up."

Before Song Qing could speak, Zhao Cheng had already pulled her onto the painting boat, which was obviously very quiet compared to the other painting boats.

(End of chapter)