Dear girl

Xia Yao was still thinking, after Song Xinci came out, she must give her a hug, and a new message was received on her phone.

From Ninth Sister [So you are a reporter, no wonder]

All of Xia Yao's reports are anonymous. Even if Brother Sun's incident happened, it would be a bit far-fetched to directly deduce that she is a reporter, but since others already know about it, there is no point in saying anything else.Xia Yao didn't intend to return, and was about to put away her phone, when Ninth Sister sent another text message——

[Chunjiang Huayue's private account, do you want it?]

Xia Yao looked at the entrance of the hospital, Song Xinci hadn't come out yet, so she replied [I heard from other colleagues that you are a shareholder]

Chunjiang Huayue is currently undergoing rectification and is temporarily closed.

Soon there will be back [shareholding on behalf of]

Xia Yao [Why? 】

Ninth Sister [I said it was for justice, believe it or not]

Is it for revenge?Xia Yao hasn't returned yet.

Ninth Sister [I had a falling out with the person behind me, what are you afraid of, how about a date in a public place, right now in the square? 】

Xia Yao【Where do you live? 】

Nine Sisters [9, District 401, Hushan Villa]

At this time, Song Xinci came out from the inside, holding onto the wall. Xia Yao put away her phone and hurried forward, smiling encouragingly: "That's great. What did the doctor say?"

Song Xinci hooked Xia Yao's neck with one hand, half hanging on Xia Yao's body. Actually, it wasn't that uncomfortable, but his throat hurt a little, and his stomach was a little bloated, but how could he let go of the opportunity to eat tofu blatantly.

Song Xinci was listless: "Chronic superficial gastritis, the pathology will appear in a few days."

Of course Xia Yao hoped that Song Xinci would be healthy and free from any illnesses, but for Song Xinci's occasional stomach ache, this result was acceptable.It's past eleven o'clock in the morning, Xia Yao tilted her head: "Don't you have any appetite?"

Song Xinci knocked his chin on one of Xia Yao's shoulders and nodded.

"Then take the medicine and go back to rest, okay? I'll cook something delicious for you at night."

"Actually—" Song Xinci straightened up, winked at Xia Yao, "kiss me, and I'll be fine."

Xia Yao's ears turned red, and she raised her hand to scratch Song Xinci's nose: "You know how to tease me."

Song Xinci smiled: "Okay, let's talk about it when we go back."

On the way home, Xia Yao drove the car.While waiting for the red light, Xia Yao took out a candy from her jacket pocket and handed it to Song Xinci, the co-pilot: "Xinci, I'm going to report to the new company in the afternoon, can you stay at home alone?"

Song Xinci took the candy. Xia Yao was recuperating from her injuries some time ago. She hadn't worked for so long, so she almost had the illusion that Xia Yao didn't have a job. So, should her test for a press card be on the agenda?

Song Xinci tore off the candy wrapper and said, "No."

Xia Yao nodded and stepped on the accelerator: "You are really obedient."

Song Xinci gave a pause as he tore off the sugar paper: "I said no."

Xia Yao turned the steering wheel: "Well, I know that you have always been considerate of new words."

Song Xinci looked at the playful smile in Xia Yao's eyes, her throat didn't hurt, her stomach didn't feel bloated, and her mood improved, she protested, "Then you asked me just now."

Xia Yao looked "sincere": "Because I respect you, your feelings will always be the first in my heart."

"Although I like to hear these words—" Song Xinci put the toffee into his mouth, "but can you do what you say?"

"of course."

"Then you stay with me at home, or I will go with you."

Another red light, Xia Yao stopped the car and looked at Song Xinci: "Is it milk? I'll bring it back at night."

For a moment, Song Xinci wanted to hold this foolish guy into his arms, rub her head, and see if you dare to sing the opposite: "What you say is what you say."

Xia Yao looked at the countdown ahead and agreed, "Well, drinking more milk is good for your health."

Song Xinci surrendered: "Don't drink anything less than 100 yuan."

Xia Yao smiled: "It must be more than 200 yuan."

"Wow." Song Xinci looked "moved", "Sister Yao, you are so kind to me."

Xia Yao looked at Song Xinci with love in her eyes: "Otherwise, who would I treat well?"

Song Xinci touched his heart with one hand: "I just like to listen to sweet words." He took out his mobile phone, "There is a reward."

Wrapped two Alipay red envelopes and sent them to Xia Yao, one was 520 for guessing the brain teaser in the morning, and the other was 1314 just now.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Xia Yao heard the notification tone of the mobile phone.

Song Xinci corrected: "Thank you Honey."

Xia Yao: "Thank you for the reform and opening up."

Song Xinci: "Thank you for the motherland."

Xia Yao: "Whenever the five-star red flag flutters in the wind."

Song Xinci: "I can't hold back the tears in my eyes."

Xia Yao: "Whenever the magnificent sunrise bursts out."

Song Xinci: "I can't help but look to the east."

Xia Yao looked over: okay

Song Xinci raised eyebrows: small sample

Xia Yao: "The planes of the new era set sail yesterday."

Song Xinci: "The descendants of the dragon appear on the world stage."

Xia Yao: "The spring breeze ushers in a new chapter."

Song Xinci: "Our goal is... Sister Yao, you really have to go to work." Obviously writing is quite meaningful.

"Our goal is to be well-off in an all-round way." Xia Yao smiled at Song Xinci, "Why don't I accompany you at home to compose poems?"

"Just listening to it is very interesting." Song Xinci agreed.

"With you, even if you don't do anything—" Xia Yao wrinkled her chin, "It's still fun."

Song Xinci had a smirk on his face: "Wouldn't it be more interesting if we did something."

Xia Yao slightly annoyed: "No seriousness."

"Why are you not serious. Sister Yao, where are you going?"

Xia Yao didn't speak, just smiled sullenly.

"We have to talk about this matter carefully—" Song Xinci stretched his posture, "It's a normal and pleasant thing for two people to do something together. Could it be that Zhang Fei pierced the needle and sat there staring at me?" Small eyes?"

Xia Yao lightly turned the steering wheel: "It's very interesting, one two three wooden figures."

Song Xinci stroked his chin, with an unpredictable expression on his face: "Sister Yao, in a few months, you will be 24 years old."

Xia Yao: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Song Xinci reached out with one hand, and gently and naturally patted his palm on Xia Yao's thigh: "You don't have any...what...need..."

Xia Yao's face was so red that she could bleed instantly: "No."

Song Xinci's hand moved: "Do you know what I need?"

"do not know."

Song Xinci blinked: "Then you answered so quickly."

Seeing that Xia Yao didn't speak, Song Xinci withdrew his hand, lay down on the seat, and looked at Xia Yao: "Could it be that you are..."

"no……"

Song Xinci showed an unreserved smile, and his eyes were infatuated: "Even if you are, I don't mind... I can solve it by myself..." Although, maybe, a little bit, it's a pity...

Since we have to face this problem sooner or later, let’s talk about it just now…

Although they didn't say anything, Song Xinci believed that Xia Yao liked her, and what's the difference between their current state and being together.

Xia Yao repeated in a low voice, "No..."

Song Xinci: "Even if it is, it doesn't matter."

"……really not."

"Really?"

"real……"

Song Xinci's eyes were ambiguous: "It's not what?"

"Huh?" Xia Yao obviously underestimated this guy's ability to tease her.

"I asked you what it wasn't."

A few minutes later, Xia Yao parked the car outside the community, and before getting out of the car, she whispered: "...Plato."

"Haha..." Song Xinci closed the car door, his laughter attracted passers-by's frequent glances.

Xia Yao walked over with a blushing face, and supported Song Xinci: "Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable?"

Song Xinci held Xia Yao's arm: "It's very uncomfortable."

Xia Yao's heartache was palpable: "You, why didn't you eat on time before?"

Song Xinci's mouth could tell the iron tree to bloom, and complained: "It's not because I miss you, you are always on business trips, and I don't see anyone for ten and a half months, so I don't have the mood to eat."

Xia Yao: "I'm telling you seriously."

Song Xinci: "I'm serious too... People really miss you~"

Xia Yao had no choice but to lower her head and smile: "I really can't do anything about you."

"How come—" Song Xinci disagreed, "As long as you tell me, I will do it."

"Really?"

"That's still false."

"Then you have to eat on time in the future, quit smoking and drinking, and never stay up late again."

Song Xinci held Xia Yao's hand, with a smile on his face: "You have entered the role so quickly."

Xia Yao: "..."

He glanced at the medicine in his left hand: "Student Xiao Song, can you do it?"

"Huh—" Seeing Xia Yao's serious look, Song Xinci couldn't help teasing, "Or hit me."

Xia Yao: "Try it."

Song Xinci looked "excited": "I didn't expect sister Yao to have such a heavy taste." He licked his lips, "I like..."

Xia Yao: "..."

Suppressing a smile: "No shape."

Song Xinci snapped his fingers: "Whip, candle, handcuffs, what else?"

Xia Yao gritted her teeth: "Song Xinci."

Song Xinci nodded like a pounding garlic: "I am here, I am here."

Xia Yao blurted out word by word: "You-want-time-eat-meal."

"Of course—" Song Xinci expressed his understanding, "Domestic violence consumes energy..."

Xia Yao completely surrendered, with a gentle smile in her eyes, she raised her hand and rubbed Song Xinci's head: "Who's kid is so skinny..."

"Xia family's, summer's summer."

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