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Chapter 330 "I want to hear your answer"

Mother Cheng stopped talking for a few seconds: "Look at the boys next to her..."

"I know." Father Cheng said with a smile, "Don't worry so much."

It will be Cheng Xuran's birthday in a while, and they really want to see her.

He didn't tell Cheng Xuran that he planned to give her a surprise.

The tickets are all bought.

The high-speed rail is coming the day after tomorrow.

"Sir. Do you want to buy a ticket?" At the high-speed rail station, the staff on duty saw a man wandering around outside with black hair mixed with white. Thinking that he needed help, he stepped forward and asked.

"Oh." Zheng Chang raised his head, still holding the phone in one hand, "Let me think about it."

"Okay, you can tell me if you need anything."

"Are you sure you don't agree?" Zheng Chang asked again on the phone.

"Don't go crazy-"

"Song Huaijin, you brought this upon yourself. It's too late for you to clear up yourself now."

Zheng Chang cut off the phone and found the security guard just now with a smile.

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Cheng Xuran doesn't know her parents' plans yet, so she has been filming on time recently.

The night before Song Yanqing went on a business trip, she helped him pack his luggage. When Song Yanqing passed by the table, he happened to see Cheng Xuran's computer still open.

It shows several properties that Xu Zhifa sent her.

"Do you want to wear this tie? This black one is better...Song Yanqing?"

"Song Yanqing?" Cheng Xuran asked.

Seeing Song Yanqing's calm face.

He leaned on the table, seemingly deep in thought, and spoke in a lazy and cold voice: "I'm on a business trip these days, what are your plans."

"Filming." Cheng Xuran didn't quite understand what he meant.

"anything else?"

"Anything else?" Cheng Xuran was surprised, "There shouldn't be any other schedules recently."

"For example, you plan to move while I'm away." Under the light, Song Yanqing looked quite serious.

He is obviously twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, but when his eyes look at people quietly, they are just like seventy-eight years old, with a bit of frankness, childishness, not too happy, and a refreshing youthful air.

Cheng Xuran looked at the computer behind Song Yanqing again and finally understood what was going on. She didn't change her expression and said, "You peeked at my chat history?"

"Can't I watch?" Song Yanqing asked.

Under the eyelashes, the eyes are shimmering with shadowy lights, like swaying pools of water.

"What do you want to see?" Cheng Xuran asked with a smile.

Song Yanqing was expressionless.

Anyway.

Looking a little angry.

When he was expressionless, it made people feel uneasy. Cheng Xuran was about to say something as he considered whether he had over teased him.

He left suddenly.

Pass her.

Cheng Xuran squatted on the ground to pack his suitcase, his heart sank slightly, but the next second, the faint smell of lime soda hit him.

Threads, inch by inch, cover the breath.

He leaned over, put one knee on the ground, and hugged her from behind without warning.

It was a very intimate and safe posture.

Cheng Xuran's body was slightly stiff, subconsciously tense, and her back was pressed against the calm and cold chest. Through the thin white shirt, a slight shiver ran up her back, and the temperature spread directly through the skin to the tip of her heart.

Even the fingertips trembled slightly, like an echo.

He couldn't help but tighten his hands a little bit on the black tie, and the uneven wrinkles leaked out from between his fingers.

"I want to hear you tell me not to leave."

His chin pressed on her thin shoulder, and his side face almost touched hers. The voice that was close at hand was even clearer, and the ending was cold and sweet.

"There can be many friends reunited after a long separation. You are not the only one who was separated from me in high school."

"But there is only one Song Yanqing who wants you not to leave."