Song Xiaoxiao, who was thinking, didn't see that in the corner of the café, a thin, handsome and enchanting man was staring at her in a daze.

Sometimes he talks to himself, sometimes he shakes his head, and sometimes there is a trace of incomprehension and confusion in his eyes.

"Uncle Mo, what are you looking at? The little boy beside Dugu Mo tugged at the corner of his clothes, shook his arm, and looked at Dugu Mo with clear eyes without blinking, like a lost elf, not stained with dust, and his small body seemed to be hidden in the wide leather sofa. The little boy tiptoed, still didn't cross the eaves of the table, pouted his meaty little mouth, and gave up the idea of following Dugu Mo's line of sight.

"Xiaoxi, uncle is just thinking about things" Dugu Mo touched the little boy's head dotingly, and looked at the three ring scars on the top of the little boy's head.

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Song Xiaoxiao was afraid that she would have any out-of-control behavior at the funeral, so she calculated the days, and called Song Sheng to meet the funeral of the big family.

Maybe it's because Song Sheng is the only person Song Xiaoxiao can trust except for her mother, but Song's mother can't know about it, lest she think too much.

After receiving Song Xiaoxiao's invitation, Song Sheng was very happy, like a pure child who got the candy he had always wanted.

After eating at home early, Song Sheng wore a black suit, 1.8 meters tall, thin and handsome, with exquisite facial features, and his smile was like having a full score of flirting skills, which was extremely dazzling.

It's a pity that such a man is fond of Song Xiaoxiao and disdains any other woman.

Song Sheng's family background is good, his parents started a small business, they are honest people, with a gentle and kind temperament, and they have always wanted Song Xiaoxiao to be their daughter-in-law. Even if Song Xiaoxiao had this incident this time, he did not dispel their thoughts, but urged Song Sheng to take care of Xiaoxiao.

The next day.

Song Sheng drove to the courtyard wall of Xiaoxiao's house and dialed Song Xiaoxiao's phone.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm outside your house, have you cleaned up?"

"Brother Asheng, come in directly, I'll be fine right away." Listening to Song Xiaoxiao's sweet voice, Song Sheng was extremely happy at this moment.

After entering the door, seeing Song Xiaoxiao in a black dress and refreshing short hair, Song Sheng suddenly had the idea that they happened to be a couple, and an unnatural flush flashed on his face.

Song Xiaoxiao looked at Song Sheng's appearance at the moment, and suddenly had the idea of teasing Song Sheng, Song Xiaoxiao immediately said with a stern face, "Brother Asheng, which girl are you thinking about, blushing like a red apple" changed her tone as she spoke, and laughed hahaha.

"Nonsense, how can Brother Ah Sheng think about other girls, except for you, Brother Ah Sheng will not like anyone else." The serious Song Sheng used a serious tone to say this love word in such a serious manner.

Song Xiaoxiao looked embarrassed, and then returned to normal.

"Brother Sheng, I was wrong, I just saw that your blushing look was so cute, I just wanted to tease you, okay, okay, let's not talk about this, let's go to church quickly."

Song Sheng drove the car, Song Xiaoxiao sat in the co-pilot's seat, and just now there was talking and laughing, and suddenly the atmosphere became calm.

Neither of them spoke, and Song Xiaoxiao leaned on the seat and narrowed her eyes.

And at this moment, Song Sheng gradually gave birth to a kind of incomprehensible thought, Song Xiaoxiao seemed to have become a little different after escaping from a terminal illness.

There was no hand-holding, no hugging, those intimate actions all disappeared, Song Sheng glanced at Song Xiaoxiao who narrowed his eyes a little worriedly, and sighed softly.