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Chapter 104 “You’re filling me in, right?”

He was wearing a black shirt tonight, probably because of his work. He had a pair of black half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and had not taken them off. His lips were thin and seductive, and the lines were cold and attractive.

"I didn't expect you to really come." Cheng Xuran rarely saw him wearing glasses, and he was a little distracted. In fact, he also wore them in high school, but only a few, and most of them were when he used his eyes too much to participate in the competition.

How to say.

He wears glasses, is too Gu, has a forbidden elegance and coldness.

He is a sloppy and handsome man.

"The company dinner is near here." Song Yanqing handed her something, "You can eat."

It's an Italian meal, and the packaging is exquisite.

"Thank you." Cheng Xuran took it.

Song Yanqing leaned against the wall, quite loosely: "It's okay."

He stared at her face twice: "just got off work?"

"why do you say so?"

"The makeup is pretty good." Song Yanqing nodded. She had a rhinestone under the corner of her eye, which added a bit of color to her simplicity.

With the movement of his fingertips, the eyelashes opened and closed.

There is a very faint mole under the corner of Song Yanqing's eye, I don't know if he noticed it or not.

"Are you beautiful?" Cheng Xuran didn't answer his question, but just asked with a smile.

Song Yanqing also smiled, accustomed to being lazy and magnanimous: "Beautiful."

These two words came out from the tip of his tongue, even though he didn't intentionally mix any ambiguous factors, it still made people feel numb, like the moment when an electric current passed through the ears and blurred.

The bottom of my heart is flooded with softness.

"The most beautiful?" Cheng Xuran asked intentionally, completely jokingly.

Song Yanqing looked at her face and refused to accept this trick: "Don't trick me with questions like this."

The WeChat was still ringing, and a group of people in the company asked him what was going on and where he was going. He had to work overtime tonight to test a program, all night.

Song Yanqing swiped the message, replied with one hand, and typed: go back.

He straightened up from the wall, the hem of his black shirt drooped naturally, he was lazy and ruffian, his legs were long, and he had a unique temperament: "Then I'm leaving."

Came here simply to deliver a meal.

Take such a trip.

It's not too much trouble.

Cheng Xuran calmed down for a few seconds: "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

Late at night, the corridor is silent.

Song Yanqing stopped and looked back at her in surprise.

The eyes under the glasses were dark and deep.

Glasses suit him too much.

Cheng Xuran explained: "I ordered takeaway before, but I couldn't eat it. If you don't want to leave in a hurry, you can accompany me to have a supper, and catch up with the drama along the way."

It's just a few minutes, come and go, it's a pity.

"Did you watch the show I recommended to you last time?" Song Yanqing asked.

Last time in the subway, Cheng Xuran watched half of it intermittently.

Later, when she came back, Song Yanqing sent her the network disk.

The two have the same interests and hobbies in movies, they used to be, and they haven't changed now.

"It's over." Cheng Xuran raised her eyebrows, "Want to watch a new one tonight?"

It's so late, friends of the opposite sex, watch a movie alone at home.

The color itself is ambiguous.

Whether it fits or not, whether it is appropriate or not, is all up to you.

But he lowered his head and smiled, frankly incredible.

"Okay." Song Yanqing picked up the phone, "Look with you for a while."

Cheng Xuran turned on the TV, cast the movie on it, then put the crayfish beer and the things Song Yanqing brought on the coffee table, and brought over the tissues.

Warm lighting, very family atmosphere.

Song Yanqing was leaning on the sofa with his legs open, watching a movie with his glasses on, and his movements of chopping crayfish were lax.

"I don't drink beer, I came here by car."

"Call a substitute driver." Cheng Xuran said.

Song Yanqing clicked his tongue: "You're going to feed me, right?"

(End of this chapter)