Song Zhiheng stood there, looking at Cheng Xuehui's indifference to him, and his attitude of not communicating with him was so tough. He suddenly felt a cold wind passing through his forehead, which made him feel extremely trembling. Looking at Cheng Xuehui that kind of no interest in his eyes, song Zhiheng felt a deep sense of frustration. He is now more and more popular, and his career is booming. Every day, many of his fans circle around him. He has become an idol in the hearts of many women. Even so many young girls dream of him as their boyfriends. Every time he takes a plane, the pink thread that picks up the plane blocks the airport in Jiangchuan. The phenomenon of high popularity once made song Zhiheng feel To be complacent. At least, he knows that his fans love him so much. He knows that many people like him and that he is very popular.

However, to Cheng Xuehui here, it seems that everything has changed. Although Cheng Xuehui has always been the goddess in Song Zhiheng's heart, he originally thought that he was getting more and more popular. At least, the distance between Cheng Xuehui and the goddess was close. However, after this conversation, song Zhiheng felt that the distance between him and Cheng Xuehui was really far away. But, looking at Cheng Xuehui's back, song Zhiheng's feet are trembling. I don't know whether to enter or leave. That kind of incomparable desolation, no longer be ignored the feeling, really very uncomfortable.

This is the first time song Zhiheng likes a girl so much in his life, and it is also the first time that he so shamelessly stepped into Cheng Xuehui's home. He followed Cheng Xuehui in silence. He said nothing and did nothing. He just looked at her graceful posture quietly. Just waiting by her side can make song Zhiheng feel a strong sense of happiness.

However, Cheng Xuehui seems to suddenly feel something, turning her head to have a look. As she imagined, she saw song Zhiheng walking with his steps behind her. Her eyes glared at Song Zhiheng and asked, "Song Zhiheng, what are you doing with me?"

"I..." Song Zhiheng suddenly blushed and could not speak. Looking at Cheng Xuehui's beautiful face and perfect figure, he couldn't help but begin to fantasize. He thought of that night spent with Cheng Xuehui. Although he was afraid, it was quite memorable. As long as he recalled the refreshing fragrance on the skin of Cheng Xuehui, song Zhiheng felt a wonderful feeling beyond words.

"Didn't I make it clear to you? We're not fit! " Cheng Xuehui said, "you can leave here."

"No!" Song Zhiheng said quickly, "Xuehui, even if you don't want to be my girlfriend, then If you can't be a couple, can't you even be a friend? Xuehui, we Are you still a friend? "

Cheng Xuehui smiles, revealing a row of neat big white teeth, and says to song Zhiheng: "it seems that We are not friends either. I and you, is not only that night still a little intersection? However, I also told you, that matter, we both forget it! Since there is no intersection between us except for this matter, at most, we are not very familiar colleagues in the same crew. " Cheng Xuehui is right.