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Before Ganqing calmed down, Song Han took the bear and said, "I'll get it for you."

Jing Fan looked at Song Han hugging the bear and couldn't see the ground, and laughed.This image doesn't match Boss Song's usual personality.

A pair of mother and son passed by, the little boy looked at the bear in Song Han's arms without blinking, and insisted on not leaving. His mother was a little embarrassed, smiled at Song Han, and wanted to pick up her son and leave, but the little boy was not happy. Wow cry out.

"Baby don't cry," the child's mother quickly patted him on the back to comfort him, "It belongs to someone else, and mother will buy it for you later, okay?"

The child was crying so sadly, Jing Fan and Song Han looked at each other, Song Han smiled helplessly, and handed the bear back to her.

Jing Fan walked over with the bear in his arms, with a warm smile on his face, "Little brother, this is for you."

The mother quickly refused, "No need, children are not sensible..."

"It's okay, the little brother is very cute, let him play with this."

After some refusals, she still accepted it. The mother put down the child and took the bear. The little boy held the big bear's foot and smiled.

"Baby, thank you both..."

Before the mother finished speaking, the little boy bowed politely to the two, "Thank you beautiful sister, thank you beautiful aunt!"

Song Han petrified on the spot.

Jing Fan smiled, squatted down and looked at him, "You're welcome, I wish you a happy day."

The little boy obviously had a crush on this extremely gentle big sister, let go of the bear's foot in his hand, held Jing Fan's face in his hands and kissed him, the little milk's voice turned into a person: "Sister should be happy every day!"

Song Han was dumbfounded, staring at the little boy walking away.

Jing Fan got up slowly, walked to Song Han, and moved a little closer: "Aunt Song~"

Song Han closed his eyes and sneered, "Humph."

"That kid is so cute." Jing Fan recalled the kid, "Little Naiyin, hahaha."

Song Han raised his legs and walked forward, commenting disdainfully: "Little rascal."

Jing Fan put his hands behind his back and caught up with her, "I didn't kiss you again, I'm quite happy."

Song Han stopped abruptly, turned to look at her, "Very happy?"

Jing Fan was taken aback by her, "Why?"

"Why not, let's go."

Looking at her obviously dispirited back, Jing Fan asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"I brought you here, you see where else you want to go."

This vinegar is a bit strong.Jing Fan followed and grabbed her wrist, "Go and ride the Ferris wheel."

"it is good."

This Ferris wheel is one of the landmarks of Jingchuan. It is said that you can see the entire Jingchuan city when you climb to the top.

The higher you go, the more you can clearly feel the hustle and bustle going away, as if you are gradually separating from the whole world, and the blurred lights turn into a series of light spots, scattered in every corner of the city, like a pair of grotesque watercolors.

The two sat facing each other, and Jing Fan sighed regretfully, "It didn't snow today."

Song Han smiled: "What obsession do you have with Snow?"

"I don't have any obsession with Xue, I just feel..." Jing Fan turned to look at the lights outside, "Something is missing."

Song Han looked at the person who was looking out of the window with his face sideways, tracing the outline with his eyes, eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, every place seemed to grow on her heart, it was not just the beauty on the surface, but in the At some point, this kind of beauty has been engraved in her mind, and every word she wants to use to express her praise is instinctive.

Like her, is a kind of instinct.

Jing Fan turned around, "What are you looking at?"

Song Han smiled and turned to the window, "The beauty of the world."

mine.

Jing Fan thought she was talking about the scenery outside, so he pouted, "It's okay."

"Today is the fourteenth of January." Song Han looked out the window, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Jing Fan thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything special, "What date?"

"It's nothing." It's not long, there are 27 days left until February [-]th.

After getting off the Ferris wheel, the two walked side by side to the parking lot. Halfway through, they suddenly heard an exclamation: "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

Song Han raised his head, and sure enough, white snowflakes were spinning and falling, filling his field of vision in an instant.

She turned to look at Jing Fan, "Consummated now?"

Jing Fan looked up at the sky, reached out to catch a piece of snowflake, saw the small piece of silvery white in his palm, raised the corner of his mouth, "Which one am I talking about?"

Her voice was too low, Song Han couldn't hear the crowd cheering because of the snow, "What?"

"Nothing, let's go back."

It was past eight o'clock when we returned to Zhihuang, and Tan Chen was discussing the arrangements for New Year's Eve with others. When he saw Song Han coming back, he quickly stopped her, "Boss, do you have anything to do on New Year's Eve?"

In previous years, Song Han would have said no without hesitation, but this time he thought about it, "I don't know yet, you should arrange something else first."

Seeing that Tan Chen was quite busy, Jing Fan asked Song Han, "Why, there are activities on New Year's Eve?"

"Zhihuang is open throughout the year without special circumstances. There are not many people on New Year's Eve, but there are also activities. There are few guests who come to play, and most of them are their own people. Many people come here to nest when they can't go back."

It is not only because of its performances that Chihuang is the gathering point of underground bands in Jingchuan. Most of the resident bands here are familiar with each other.And Song Han is the center, the center that condenses this atmosphere.