Sick (1)

Song Xiaoxiao, who had eaten and drunk well, burped, and she felt that she hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

You can be unscrupulous, you don't have to worry about your image, you don't have to worry about falling into your mouth, and you don't have to worry about being tricked by people with ulterior motives.

On the other hand, Dugu Mo sits there like a sculpture, his behavior is exemplary, his good-looking face, slender eyebrows, a pair of flat glasses on his nose, a tall nose bridge, and thin lips, like a son of a family under upbringing.

This is true for both people before and after. Nothing has changed.

The two people can be described as a stark contrast, one is still and the other is moving, one is high, and the other is just a small jasper.

But they sat together like this, eating and chatting, and they loved each other.

"Big brother, let's stay at my house today, there happens to be a guest room." Song Xiaoxiao suddenly said so unexpectedly.

Dugu Mo was stunned for a moment, and said briefly, "It's not suitable." ”

"Why is it not appropriate, you are my eldest brother, my house is your home, you haven't been in my house for a few hours for so long. What's more, your gift, such an important matter, you are not present, what if something happens to me? Are your dogmas more important than mine? Song Xiaoxiao's fluent words didn't need to be organized, and blurted out.

Dugu Mo looked at it.

"Well, stay one night today. Otherwise, girl, you'll have to say that I don't like to live in your house. ”

"That's what it was. You're making the right choice now. Big brother, let's go home. I have to say that Song Xiaoxiao's thinking jumped too fast, and most people couldn't keep up with her sudden change in painting style.

"Okay, I'll go check out first." Dugu Mo stood up as he spoke, and walked straight to the counter, completely ignoring Song Xiaoxiao, who was about to refute him.

The first strike is strong, this truth Dugu Mo knows well.

Song Xiaoxiao chased after him and pouted, "Why are you in such a hurry, you told me that you want to pay, and I will agree, why do you have to run so fast, like leaving me." ”

Dugu Mo turned around and rubbed Song Xiaoxiao's head, which was now long-haired, "You, just wait for me at the door obediently, and swallow the rest of the words back for me." After speaking, he pushed Song Xiaoxiao in the direction of the door.

After settling the account, Song Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery outside the car, and the night was dark.

Pedestrians come and go, all walking at their own pace, fast or slow, happy or sad or expressionless.

"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong? Where else do you want to go? Dugu Mo's gentle voice came, and Song Xiaoxiao turned his head to look at Dugu Mo's side face.

didn't answer, just watched quietly, but thought in his heart, such an excellent man, if it weren't for Chen Qiaoan, maybe he would like it, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his temperament is gentle, his manners are elegant, and he is extremely comfortable in dealing with people, and he can't find any shortcomings at all.

Subsequently, Song Xiaoxiao despised herself fiercely in her heart, even if there was no Chen Qiaoan, but she still had a Song Sheng, where did she want to put Song Sheng.

In terms of appearance, Dugu Mo and Song Sheng are on par, but the temperament of the two people is completely different.

Dugu Mo is gentle and elegant, gentle as jade, and his demeanor is elegant, and every step is like a natural royal family, which fits the aura; But Song Sheng has a trace of unruliness in his bones, even if he won't show it in front of Song Xiaoxiao, he still can't change his rebelliousness, it seems that people who play racing have such energy.