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Bai Feiyu stood beside him and smiled with his chin propped up, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

"Brother Song won't let you go out. It's cold outside, so just stay here." Xing Jianshu suppressed his laughter and said, "I'm going out."

When Song Yanqing came over, he was holding red roses in his hands. In the dim light, he walked straight to Cheng Xuran and handed the flowers to her.

"Wow!!"

There were cheers from friends all around.

"Don't make trouble with her." Song Yanqing raised his eyes and put his coat on the sofa.

Cheng Xuran's ears were slightly red, and she caught the flower generously: "Thank you."

She sat next to Song Yanqing with her skirt in hand, her long eyelashes hanging down, as cold as a pear blossom.

He said that their relationship would start with roses.

So there are flowers every time we meet.

This time when I sat next to him, I was no longer cautious.

It turns out that a long time has passed.

"What are you listening to?" A black coat was placed on her legs. Song Yanqing turned his face and asked Cheng Xuran casually.

He has a very light shower gel scent, and the base note is probably mint, which is very refreshing, and even tobacco becomes clean.

At a very close distance, the background sound was the drum beat. Cheng Xuran looked at his cold and lazy eyebrows and his unique concentration. She smiled slightly: "Folk ballads, I've heard enough rock and roll."

"Okay." Song Yanqing went to pick music. His cell phone was placed on the coffee table, with a silver lighter next to it.

Cheng Jiaoxiao stood beside him, folding his arms, his expression becoming more and more complicated. He lowered his head and rubbed his face, shouting: "The surname is Song."

"When did this happen?"

If he hadn't returned to Yuncheng, Cheng Jiaoxiao wouldn't have known that the two of them had met!

"I was originally going to say a few words when I attended your funeral to express my condolences." Song Yanqing picked up two cans of cold beer and threw them to Cheng Jiaoxiao.

"You fucking Song Yanqing, I have to live to be ninety-nine." Cheng Jiaoxiao suddenly smiled and hooked Song Yanqing's shoulders, "Don't believe it, I now have eight-pack abs, you can touch them."

The light and shadow were dim and colorful. Song Yanqing opened the ring of the can with three fingers. He used a slight force on his finger bones, slender and thin, and pulled his lips: "In the ballroom on the first floor, you can come on stage as you like."    "I'm not here for whoring."

"Aren't you the one who was prostituted?"

"..." Cheng Jiaoxiao said to Xing Jianshu, "How did you manage to live by Song Yanqing's side without me all these years?"

When they were in school, the person who had the best relationship with Song Yanqing was Cheng Jiaoxiao. There was no doubt that the relationship between the two was so strong that they almost lost their hearts.

At that time, besides his girlfriend, the most tolerant person Cheng Jiaoxiao had all day long was Song Yanqing.

The kind person who acted as a humanoid GPS tolerated Song Yanqing's brain that could never tell the difference between east, west and north for three years, and his indifference to his mother's cold sky and snow when he was angry.

Song Yanqing usually didn't quarrel and never got angry when he was quarreling with others. When he was angry, he didn't even bother to say a word. His eyes became dull and indifferent, and he didn't even give you his emotions. Anyway, there were times when Cheng Jiaoxiao was so angry that he Talk to Xing Jianshu amusingly.

"It's harder to raise Song Yanqing than it is for me to raise a girlfriend. You just wait. I'll see who he can live with in the future and whether this family has to break up."

I just didn’t expect——

In the end, Song Yanqinghui and Cheng Xuran met.

The two of them had no clue.

In fact, Cheng Jiaoxiao knew at the beginning...

"Brother Song, do you want to touch it or not?" Xu Zhi floated over like a ghost, "If you don't touch me, I will."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"6." Xing Jianshu, "Sister Zhi."

Cheng Jiaoxiao silently took Song Yanqing and took two steps back.

"Brother, can you stop acting like a spoiled wife?" Song Yanqing said.