My little puppy is sick

Chapter 251 You Are My Ex-Girlfriend 14
He raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, exhaled lightly, his brows were wrinkled with fatigue, and his face was listless and decadent.

Song Heng took a few more puffs of the cigarette, stretched out his hand out of the window, touched the body of the cigarette with his fingertips, and burning sparks fell to the ground.

He sighed softly, and unbuttoned one of the collar buttons. At this moment, there was an inexplicable sense of decadence on that handsome but ink-painted face.

People passing by couldn't help but put their eyes on his face, and sighed that this person's temperament was extremely sensitive.

The phone rang for a while.

Song Heng opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and it was his mother calling.

He swiped the answer button, opened the car door, slammed it shut, and leaned against the car.

"Hey, Mom."

He bit his cigarette, raised his head and exhaled, listening to the voice on the phone.

"Have you sent He Wan home? How is it, do you feel it?"

"No, her friend came to pick her up."

"Why didn't you just send her home? I like He Wan very much. If you are together—"

"Mom," Song Heng interrupted Song's mother, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, a little tired, "It's not like you didn't see that we are not interested in each other."

"This liking is not something you fall in love with at first glance. You need to get along and communicate more, maybe this feeling will come, isn't it?"

"Mom, you don't have to mess with me, I don't want to fall in love now."

"You don't want to, you're already thirty, if you don't want to, then I don't have to work harder to find some good girls' homes for you to get to know, and if you don't know for sure, you'll fall in love with them. You're not young, I can still do it at 2728." Say wait a minute, now that your dad and I are getting older, when do you think we can have grandchildren..."

Song Heng's hand holding the phone hangs down, he closes his eyes, and smokes slowly.

It wasn't until a scorching heat hit his fingertips that he squatted down and pressed the cigarette butt on the ground to extinguish it.

The call had already been hung up, and Song's mother on the other end of the phone knew that Song Heng would not listen to her ramblings, so she called a few times and Song Heng didn't hear a response from the other side, so she hung up the phone with a sigh.

"It's really worrying!" said Song's mother who hung up the phone, Song's father was sitting on the sofa watching TV, his voice was steady and low: "We old people don't care about children's affairs!"

"But Song Heng is like this, he will get sick!"

Papa Song didn't look away from the TV, he seemed to say casually: "Then you don't have to exercise hard, when the time comes, white-haired people will give black hair—"

Before Papa Song could say anything, Mama Song hit him in the face with a slipper.

Mother Song put her hips on her hips and roared angrily: "You old bastard, what are you talking about! Is it true that if I don't beat you for three days, you will get a tile!"

Papa Song shrank his neck, muttered a few words in a low voice, and stopped talking.

Here, Song Heng threw the cigarette in the trash can, and he walked into the house.

Song Heng clicked on WeChat, and clicked on the dialog box with Qi Yan.

He saw that there was only one transfer record on it, with complicated eyes.

He didn't order it.

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The filming of Qi Yan's heroine drama is about a month away. These days, she is staying in the hotel organized by the crew.

Except for acting time, she spends other time honing her acting skills, watching some old drama movies, analyzing their emotional changes and expression management.

Zhao Yunlei runs to the film and television city every time. He has no filming recently, and he is not looking for Qi Yan. He is determined to hook up with the actress Chang Ya.

(End of this chapter)