Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 416 I Love You Too
I thought it would be difficult to open my mouth, but I didn't think I would say the word "love" to her easily. Song Zhicheng stood by the French window of his office, staring at the night scene when the lights were just on, standing on a high place, and the colors in the distance The colorful lights make this night more beautiful...

But although Song Zhicheng's eyes were staring out of the window, his thoughts were not on it at all.

Is it just one second, maybe two or three seconds, or has more time passed?Song Zhicheng, who was always rational and calm, even suddenly lost his correct judgment on time. After waiting for a while, and still not hearing You Qian's response, Song Zhicheng slightly pursed his lower lips, and asked softly, "Are you in a daze?"

As if he was afraid of disturbing her, Song Zhicheng deliberately lowered the volume when he asked the question. To Youqian's ears, the voice was like a feather blowing in the breeze. She in the cloud was sent back to the ground.

You Qian gently stroked her reddish cheeks, and whispered back: "No."

There was a hint of a smile in Song Zhicheng's voice: "Really?"

You Qian said slightly annoyed, "Of course not."

As soon as she said this, You Qian clearly heard Song Zhicheng's low laughter coming from the receiver. Obviously, Song Zhicheng didn't believe her words.

You Qian: "...you laugh again, I'm hanging up the phone."

Song Zhicheng suddenly stopped laughing, and asked very gently in his low, magnetic voice: "Is it because you don't like to hear me say I love you?"

You Qian subconsciously said, "I like it."

"Heh~" Song Zhicheng chuckled, with obvious joy in his voice, he asked, "May I tell you one more thing?"

You Qian couldn't help but touched her hot cheek with her hand, and said duplicity: "...I don't like to hear it."

Song Zhicheng immediately said: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future."

You Qian: "..."

It was indescribably depressed, and You Qian didn't believe it. With Song Zhicheng's IQ, he couldn't hear the irony he said on purpose.

but……

He said logically that he would not talk about it in the future.

In fact, she wanted to hear it.

Song Zhicheng said no more, so, is it true that he will never hear it again in the future?
she……

Should we be more bold, proactive, and honest with Song Zhicheng?

Just when You Qian was depressed, on the other end of the phone, Song Zhicheng couldn't help but chuckled, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Whenever you want to hear, just let me know."

You Qian was depressed just now, but now his reaction was a little slow: "Huh?"

Song Zhicheng said with a low smile, "If you want to hear it, I'll say it. Any time, day, night, all my time, whether it's one year, two years, three years... In my life, as long as you want to hear it, I will Just say."

You Qian's heart was beating thumpingly.

Song Zhicheng's tall and slender figure stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, with a dazzling light shining in his beautiful eyes.

Have a moment.

You Qian finally found her own voice: "You said it yourself."

Song Zhicheng raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "I don't regret it."

You Qian couldn't help squinting her eyes, smiling brows crookedly, "I'm recording, don't think about being stupid." So, she has evidence.

When she was talking, she was still laughing, and her laughter was full of secret joy and complacency.

Even if we can't see each other now, Song Zhicheng can still imagine You Qian's expression at this time, he also smiled and praised: "My Qianqian is really smart."

Ok?
Listen, why is this a little strange?

Could it be that he is sincerely praising her?

It's really hard to imagine that Song Zhicheng used this kind of tone to coax children to coax himself, You Qian thought, and laughed when he thought about it.

You Qian opened her mouth slightly, and said a little shyly, "Me too."

Song Zhicheng: "Huh?"

He said he loved her and was willing to say that for a lifetime.

You Qian also wanted to say this to Song Zhicheng.

According to You Qian's personality, she has never been a coy or hypocritical person, but when she thought that the other party was Song Zhicheng, You Qian's heart couldn't help trembling slightly, and her face turned red before she could speak.

You Qian opened her mouth, and her voice became lower and lower: "What you said to me just now, I also want to tell you."

When Song Zhicheng heard this, his breath suddenly stopped, and panic and joy lingered in his heart at the same time. He stretched out his hand and untied the tie around his neck a little, and then he felt that his breathing was smooth. He heard You Qian's soft voice in his ear Say, "I love you too, all my time, loving you."

Song Zhicheng took a few deep breaths before he felt normal.

If someone told Song Zhicheng in advance that one day, he would talk to the woman he loves with some tiresome love words, Song Zhicheng would definitely scoff.

but……

No one would tell him in advance that Song Zhicheng also had no ability to predict.

The fact is that since receiving You Qian's call, Song Zhicheng has spent precious time talking to You Qian.

I don't feel tired.

It doesn't feel boring at all.

On the contrary, Song Zhicheng felt that he could never hear enough, and even wanted time to stop at this moment, and let him take apart what You Qian said just now, word by word, word by word, crush them, and savor them carefully over and over again...

"Dong dong..."

A knock on the door interrupted the two people immersed in tenderness, and Song Zhicheng almost returned to his usual sternness in the blink of an eye: "Come in."

The person who knocked on the door was Zhang Jiaoyang, the chief secretary of the Song Corporation. Zhang Jiaoyang entered the door with a dignified manner holding a stack of documents: "Mr. Song, this is a document that needs your signature."

Song Zhicheng said, "Let it go."

Now that the work has been handed over, it's time to get off work, and Mr. Song still has no plans to leave, Zhang Jiaoyang thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Song, do you need me to order the restaurant to have a dinner served? "

Song Zhicheng heard the words, and said softly: "No need. Secretary Zhang, help me cancel all the schedules for tomorrow."

Zhang Jiaoyang asked doubtfully, "Tomorrow?"

Song Zhicheng nodded.

Zhang Jiaoyang asked a question. After confirming that Song Zhicheng was talking about tomorrow, she didn't ask Song Zhicheng again why he had to cancel all the itineraries, even though there were indeed some important talks tomorrow that required Song Zhicheng to come forward.But sitting in Zhang Jiaoyang's current position, he would not easily question any decision made by Song Zhicheng.

What she needs to do is not to ask questions, but to fulfill Song Zhicheng's request.

Zhang Jiaoyang said: "I know, I will push it down."

Song Zhicheng: "Yes."

After Zhang Jiaoyang finished speaking, he turned and left.

Song Zhicheng stared at the phone that hadn't hung up yet, his expression softened instantly, "Are you sleepy?"

You Qian smiled and said, "I'm not sleepy." As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help yawning, and her face immediately turned red.

Song Zhicheng smiled, and said softly, "It's been a day of filming, so go to bed early."

On the phone, hearing that Song Zhicheng didn't have dinner, You Qian knew that he was picky, even if it was a famous chef specially hired by the Song Group, the food cooked by him didn't suit his taste very much.You Qian thought for a while, then nodded: "Yeah. You go to bed early, too. I'll call Uncle De later and ask Aunt He to make dinner for you."

Song Zhicheng: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhicheng immediately contacted his bodyguard, "Call me the special plane."

　Thousands of words, just want to say long time no see to everyone.

　　I am very happy that this story can continue, and I am also very happy that I can reunite with everyone who has been waiting in the story of Duo Jin and President Song.

　　I love you.

　　These days, reading the comments, I feel very lucky and happy\(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)