this summer

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Jing Xuan has been rejected countless times by her in the past two years, and he is used to it. He Cheng will tell him if something happens, so he will not force him at this time. The wishes of his sister are always more important than anything else.

"Well, forget it if you don't want to." Jing Xuan paused, "Xiao Fan, which university do you want to apply for next year?"

Jing Fan knows that her brother wants to go back by herself, but she is fine here now, if possible, she really hopes that this kind of life rhythm can never be disrupted. "Brother, if I stay in China to go to university, will you support me?"

"Are you serious? You have been back to China for almost three years, and you didn't come back to college?" Jing Xuan was really impatient. He knew that Jing Fan always had his own opinions in doing things, but he also hoped that his sister could leave him. Closer, I hope the family can stay together.

Jing Fan didn't give an answer directly, "I haven't decided yet, bro, don't be angry."

"Xiao Fan, my brother hopes that you will come back. After you come back, whether you want to play the guitar or sing in a band, my brother will fully support you. I will find someone to support you..."

"Brother," Jing Fan stopped with a smile, "I see, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry?"

Jing Xuan tried to get a clear answer from her, but Jing Fan refused to let go, and finally had to give up.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Fan fell back on the bed, the temperature of the air conditioner was a bit high, making him a little lazy.

She had had a temper tantrum with Song Han before, and was afraid that she would disband the band if she let go. If Song Han knew what she was worrying about now, what would he think?

While worrying, there was a knock on the door.

Well, she forgot to turn off the light. Every day after twelve o'clock in the evening, Song Han would come to knock on the door if she didn't turn off the light to go to sleep. She was careless today.

"I'm going to sleep." She opened the door and assured Song Han.

Song Han was amused by her obedient appearance, and his heart softened, "If you can't sleep, I'll make you a hot cup of milk."

Jing Fan hesitated and agreed.

"Boss Song, I think you are actually a good wife and mother." Jing Fan leaned against the kitchen door frame, observing Song Han's expression.

Song Han didn't respond immediately, he poured the milk into the cup and handed it over, "I really like raising children, Tan Chenbei Xiaochi, almost all of them were brought up by me."

Jing Fan was taken aback.

"Go to sleep, just take out the glass tomorrow morning." After she finished speaking, she lifted her legs and went upstairs. Jing Fan stood in place holding the warm glass in both hands.

Song Han let out a heavy sigh of relief when he pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom. What she said was not only for Jing Fan, but also for herself. The distance between them was a bit too close, which was wrong.Jing Fan should have talked to Bei Xiaochi about Chen and Lin Xiangxi, living in the wilderness, enjoying the same care as they did, and calling her sister.They are all children picked up by her, and they are all taken care of like younger brothers and sisters, and there should be no other emotions mixed with them.

in the kitchen.

The irritability that hadn't happened for a long time came again, and Jing Fan drank the milk in two gulps, but did not extinguish the fire.The empty milk glass was placed heavily on the glass table, making a crisp sound.

"Who wants to be the child you brought up?" She murmured in a low voice, then turned and entered the room.

Neither of them slept well that night, but the next morning they acted as if nothing had happened.

At noon, Lin Xiangxi and Tan Chen built a snowman on the third-floor terrace, sent pictures to Bei Xiaochi, and were forced to listen to complaints for more than an hour. Finally, Jing Fan said congratulations that he seemed to be going with his elder brother. South rescued.

"Tan Chen, let's cook hot pot at home today, it's snowing." Song Han suggested.

"Oh, who is going out to buy groceries?"

Lin Xiangxi took a step back silently, he didn't want to go out with the boss.

"Let's go." Song Han took the car keys and raised an eyebrow at Jing Fan.

The two arrived at the nearest supermarket, Jing Fan was pushing the shopping cart, and Song Han was picking things up in front.

Although Jing Fan can cook by herself, it is limited to a few simple and easy-to-handle home-cooked dishes, and more is not enough. She has never been very enthusiastic about such a time-consuming thing as grocery shopping.While Song Han can't cook, but she can eat. She has a picky mouth and knows much more about ingredients than Jing Fan.

"You don't seem to be picky eaters?" Song Han asked after putting a box of mutton into the shopping cart.

"Well, I haven't encountered any disgusting food for a while." Jing Fan replied. "Where's Boss Song?"

"Except for sweet, everything else is okay." She may not be hooked on the word sweet in her life, no matter in character or taste.

No wonder she barely moved the Yangzhi Ganlu last time. "I also promised to treat you to eat, I forgot."

"There will be opportunities in the future," Song Han smiled, "Is there anything you want to eat? I asked Tan Chen to make it less spicy, so you should be able to try it."

"I want to eat candy." Jing Fan said, as if arguing with her.

Song Han glanced back at her, then hummed, walked to the snack shelf, picked up a can of toffee and handed it to her, "Old brand, feel the childhood of our generation.

Jing Fan looked at the sugar bowl in his hand, "Isn't Boss Song in his prime? Does this make you miss your childhood?"

Song Han glanced at her: "If I am old, I should remember Qingchun!"

Jing Fan smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved, Song Han couldn't help but take a second look.

When the other party looked up again, she had already withdrawn her gaze.