Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

Zhao Haicheng's back is very broad and his body is warm. [See homepage for skirt number]

Song Song leaned against him, the hand that was holding his clothes slowly relaxed, and her head swayed, resting on the man's shoulder.

She fell asleep, breathing slowly and steadily.

Zhao Haicheng was still talking to her all the time. After feeling the little girl's gentle breathing, he paused, then lowered his voice and walked forward slowly with her on his back.

The road was long, but he walked steadily.

On his back was the whole world he was about to possess.

*

By the time Song Song woke up from his sleep, the sun was almost setting and the sky was full of red.

Song Song sat up and the thin coat on his body slipped off.

Only then did she realize how strange her surroundings were.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and guessed that Zhao Haicheng was carrying him back to his home.

"Are you awake?" The man entered the door against the light, and his angular face looked softer under the light and shadow.

Song Song reached out and wanted to put on her shoes and get out of bed. Unexpectedly, Zhao Haicheng was one step ahead of her. He took out the shoes from the corner and squatted aside to put them on for her.

The little girl was a little embarrassed, blushed, and whispered: "I can do it myself...I'm not a child anymore."

Zhao Haicheng responded, but his hands did not stop.

If Song Song hadn't jumped out of bed with a snap, he would probably have carried the person down himself.

"By the way... I slept all afternoon. Where are my parents?" Song Song pursed her lips.

"I told them." Zhao Haicheng replied, pulling Song Song out of the room, "Wash your hands first, I'm ready to cook."

"Can you cook?" The little girl was stunned, and her straightforward question made Zhao Haicheng laugh.

"How can you feed yourself if you don't cook?"

Zhao Haicheng drew water from the well and poured it on his hands, which was ice cold.

Song Song quietly turned his head and looked at the man without hiding his gaze, feeling a little awkward and shy.

He seemed to treat himself as a child and would stare at her no matter what he did.

After Song Song sat down, he made a small suggestion: "Can you stop staring at me like this?"

"Is there any?" Zhao Haicheng immediately looked away and pretended to be fine.

The little girl puffed up her face and said righteously: "You do, that's what you were like just now."

She pulled Zhao Haicheng over and began to imitate the man's appearance, slightly arching her eyebrows and looking straight at him.

After a few seconds, Zhao Haicheng's eyes moved slightly and his eyelashes trembled a few times, "Is that so?"

He suddenly moved closer to Song Song, his eyes suddenly filled with unspeakable aggression.

Song Song was almost startled and froze in place, subconsciously grabbing the man's hand.

He was so close that you could see his sharp brows clearly, and you could smell a unique smell on his body, like the aroma of honey locust.

Zhao Haicheng's hand held her head gently.

The lips are getting closer.

Song Song's breath was suffocated and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

The next second, I felt a soft touch on my forehead.

"Good boy." Zhao Haicheng held Song Song in his arms and rubbed her, his voice was low but seemed to be filled with unspeakable love.

*

After the two had dinner, Song Shengwen came over to take Song Song home.

When leaving, Song Song stood at the door and looked at Zhao Haicheng. After taking two steps, he turned back, looking somewhat reluctant to leave.

She looked at him standing alone in the empty yard. Although he was smiling, he seemed very lonely.

She thought of Jiang Zhi, and of Shen Ci whose expression was invisible when she jumped off the city wall, and her thoughts suddenly drifted far away.

"You've gone far away, and you still miss him?" Song Shengwen's sour voice brought Song Song back from his thoughts.

Song Song lowered his head in embarrassment and gently pulled his hair, "Dad...you are laughing at me again."

"You are really a bad girl. I saw that when you left, your eyes were almost glued to that boy." Song Shengwen shook his head and sighed, "I see that you are not willing to be with him this afternoon. Let you You're still coy about giving it away to someone else."

"Ah." Song Song counted them with his fingers and said seriously: "I'll be too exposed to the sun at noon, so I don't want to go out."

"Actually, Zhao Haicheng is quite good." Song Song said, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Why are you still shy?" Song Shengwen laughed, smiled and sighed, "When I saw you two standing in the Zhao family's home today, I realized that you have really grown up."

"Dad." Song Song came forward, took Song Shengwen's arm, and said affectionately: "But whether I grow up or not, I am my father's child, and I will always be your daughter."

Song Shengwen rolled his eyes, his worries turned into joy, and he touched Song Song's forehead with relief, "I'm sensible now."

The two father and daughter walked leisurely on the road, blowing the night wind, feeling peaceful and peaceful.

*

It was another Wednesday noon. Song Song was free and took his lunch box to school to deliver food to Father Song.

Before Song Song reached school, he met two acquaintances on the road.

Li Yuan and Zhang Zhuo.

The heroine and the biggest scumbag in the book.

At this time, the heroine, who has not yet been reborn, is still obsessed with Zhang Zhuo, an educated youth from the city. She is intoxicated by his gentle temperament and is fascinated by the prosperous scene of the big city he describes. She just wants to follow Zhang Zhuo home. Live a good life.

Not only did she kick the man who would become the richest man in the country in the future, but he also broke up with his family and followed Zhang Zhuo back to the imperial capital wholeheartedly, working everywhere to support his education, and made a young and pretty girl like him miserable.

In the end, Zhang Zhuo, who was successfully promoted, was kicked out of the house without mercy.

Speaking of Zhang Zhuo, I have to say that this man is really good at pretending. He behaves exactly the same in front of others and behind the scenes. Even someone as experienced as Song Mu thought he was a good person at first and wanted to introduce him to him. Get to know Song Song.

When he arrived here, Song Song quickly shook his head.

If she hadn't known the original plot, she might have been deceived by Zhang Zhuo's superficial skills and thought he was really a nice and gentle man.

Song Song hid aside for fear of being exposed to bad luck.

Li Yuan and Zhang Zhuo probably had a private meeting without telling anyone. In this era, if a man and a woman go out alone, unless they are engaged, they will always be criticized.

The two of them also knew it was not good, so they hid in the corner and spoke in very low voices.

Song Song was a little curious and glanced over cautiously, only to catch a glimpse of Li Yuan throwing herself into Zhang Zhuo's arms aggrievedly and hitting him on the shoulder.

Li Yuan seemed to be crying, her originally low voice rising due to her gradually agitated emotions: "I have already canceled the engagement with him, when are you going to come to my house to propose marriage?"

"Are you really going to be this sneaky all the time? Do you not want to marry me anymore?"

"Oh." Song Song's eyes widened, as if he had heard some gossip about the heroine and the scumbag.