Handsome in his twenties, a casual jacket and jeans show Song Sheng's perfect figure, his short and black hair is clean and neat, only a trace of bangs shows his rebelliousness, his eyebrows and eyes are slender and slightly provoked.

"Handsome guy, can you leave a contact information?" The beautiful woman stepped forward and stood in front of Song Sheng enchantingly, smiling.

"Get out." A cold word spat out from Song Sheng's slightly open mouth, if the warm weather suddenly became extremely cold.

One second he was still tender, and the next second he was icy. The beauty who stepped forward was extremely embarrassed, turned around and glanced at Song Xiaoxiao, muttered disdainfully, and shook her body to leave.

On the other hand, Song Xiaoxiao did not have any expression.

It's as if none of this happened.

Song Xiaoxiao sat on the motorcycle, and was instructed by Song Sheng many times to hug his waist tightly.

Song Sheng shook his head, and then adjusted the speed to within 50.

Song Xiaoxiao's head rested on Song Sheng's back, and he only heard the sound of the wind whistling by, mixed with a hint of coolness, which blew Song Xiaoxiao's state away a lot.

Song Sheng's back was thick and hard, giving Song Xiaoxiao a feeling of warmth and security, and Song Xiaoxiao hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

At this moment, he couldn't help but let go of Song Sheng's waist, and opened his hands to the sides, like a bird about to fly, taking a deep breath.

There is a feeling that always appears suddenly, and only you can understand it and remember it in your heart.

Maybe Song Sheng felt Song Xiaoxiao's state, so he didn't urge her to hug her tightly, and let her dance her hands wantonly.

"Xiaoxiao, do you feel much better?" Song Sheng's warm voice came from the front, adding a touch of warmth to the environment at this moment.

"Much better, thank you, Brother Asheng." Song Xiaoxiao's eyebrows and eyes moved, and her voice naturally brought a bit of warmth, crisp and gentle.

"Fool, do we need to be so polite? Go home directly, where do you want to go, Brother Asheng will take you there today. ”

"Let's go home." Song Xiaoxiao did not hesitate at all, and replied to Song Sheng's kindness.

"Okay, you sit tight, Brother Asheng has to speed up." As soon as Song Sheng's nice tail note fell, he blasted off the accelerator, and couldn't help but let Song Xiaoxiao bump into his thick back, and then hugged his tight waist.

All the streetscapes are rapidly receding, swishing past like movie screens.

Only the impression of them is left, real and illusory.

Soon arrived home, Song Sheng excused himself to see Song's mother, so he said that he would stay at Song's house for lunch.

Lin Jiahui hadn't seen Song Sheng for a long time, and she couldn't help but sigh when she saw it at this moment, but she also knew that her daughter and Song Sheng had no chance to live three lives, so she couldn't help but sigh.

Song Sheng is the most satisfied son-in-law in her heart.

It's just that this marriage still needs Song Xiaoxiao to like it to be happy, after all, this choice is a lifetime.

Lin Jiahui herself is also a reasonable person, and she generally does not interfere in her daughter's affairs, including marriage matters, and she respects Song Xiaoxiao's own choice.

The meal was eaten for a long time before it ended in Song Sheng's mobile phone ringing.

Song Sheng picked up the phone, hung up within two minutes, and said goodbye to Song's mother and Xiaoxiao, there was an urgent matter to deal with.

Mother Song glanced at Song Xiaoxiao and saw that she didn't react, so she acquiesced to Song Sheng's departure, and Song Xiaoxiao followed Song Sheng to the gate.