The goddess teases me every day

Song Qing sent Chu Yao back to the door of the house, the sky had just turned dark, Chu Yao stood outside the car, thinking that she hadn't given Song Qing any correct answer before, she hesitated and said: "Song Qing, let's try again. "

Song Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Chu Yao with some disbelief, her fingers trembling while holding the steering wheel: "What did you say?"

Chu Yao bowed his head: "I said let's try again, I don't want to leave you."

During this period of time, she not only helped Qin Xiao deal with major life events, but she also thought a lot about her own affairs. She wanted to put aside all those distracting thoughts in the past and just have a relaxing relationship with Song Qing.

No suspicion, no calculations.

They are honest with each other.

Although Song Qing was excited, she quickly calmed down: "You should think about it..."

Chu Yao interrupted her: "I have thought clearly."

I'm afraid there is no moment that is clearer than now.

When they decided to go to M city together to find Qin Xiao, Chu Yao planned to come back and talk to Song Qing about their affairs.

She doesn't like ambiguity.

To like is to like, to be together is to be together.

She won't be with Song Qing with that kind of ambiguous thoughts, she can't do it.

Song Qing looked at her expression for a long time, and finally her voice became hoarse: "Okay."

"I agree."

"We start over."

Chu Yao finally had a smile on his face, picked up his bag and waved goodbye to Song Qing, and went home briskly.

Song Qing watched her leave before starting the engine, and inadvertently saw the happy expression on her brow in the rear car mirror.

I haven't been this happy for a long time.

It's just that Song Qing's happiness didn't last long. When she arrived at Jiang Xi's small apartment and saw Song Bing sitting on the sofa, Song Qing's brows were restrained in joy, and frosty: "What are you here for?"

Song Bing didn't care about her change of attitude, just nodded at her weakly: "Pack up your things and go home with me."

Just as Song Qing wanted to refute, Jiang Xi hurriedly stood up: "Be good, be obedient."

Jiang Xi's eyes frequently signaled Song Qing to pack her things. Although Song Qing couldn't figure out what Jiang Xi was doing, he was on her side. She nodded slightly and obediently packed a few pieces of clothing.

On the way back, she took Song Bing's car, and her own car was driven back by the driver.

Song Bing didn't speak, and it was even more impossible for Song Qing to take the initiative to speak. Except for Jiang Xi's occasional reconciliation here and there, the whole workshop was cold. In the end, Jiang Xi tilted his head and he stopped talking.

Arriving at Song's house just after dinner, Song Qing wanted to come up, but Song Bing shouted, "Come over for dinner!"

Song Qing had no choice but to put down her luggage and walk to the dining table to sit beside Song Bing.

Halfway through the meal, Song Bing went out to answer the phone. Song Qing asked Jiang Xi what was going on, and Jiang Xi sighed: "It's reasonable, I told him that pushing you into a hurry is not good for anyone."

Song Qing was a little puzzled: "He agreed?"

Jiang Xi waved his hand: "How is it possible? I said he would break up with him if he disagreed. Anyway, he doesn't agree with this relationship. Why should I be with him again."

Song Qing shook her hands, and the chopsticks fell on the dining table with a jingle. Song Bing came to see her after answering the phone behind her: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's fine."

Sure enough, Jiang Xi was the best.

I'm afraid that her father is not afraid of pushing her into a hurry, but because of Jiang Xi's last condition.

It's nice to have a little dad who helps me.

When Song Qing was happy, she personally served Jiang Xi a bowl of soup, and Jiang Xi's jaw dropped in surprise.

He has been with Song Qing for so many years, but he has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Even Song Bing didn't enjoy it.

He wanted to show off with Song Bing, but looked at that girl's face and held back.

After dinner, Song Qing went to pack her things, Song Bing stood at the door of her room and knocked on the door, Song Qing tilted her head and let him in.

Song Bing stood in front of the window with a calm expression: "It's fine if you want to be with that girl, but you must agree to two conditions."

Song Qing looked up at him: "Say it."

Song Bing said: "These two conditions were set by your grandfather at the beginning, and I will restrain you now. First, you are not allowed to make it public. Second, no matter what happens to you in the future, you must have a child."

Song Qing sneered: "Have a child?"

"A kid like me?"

"What is necessary?"

Song Bing's face turned cold suddenly: "It's up to me whether it's necessary or not!"

Song Qing retorted not to be outdone: "Are you afraid that the Song family will have no successors? There are no one, and my surname is not Song!"

Song Bing raised his hand and wanted to hit Song Qing. Looking at her stubborn face, he held back, gritted his teeth and said, "Now I can finally understand how your grandpa feels!"

He was so angry that his lungs were going to explode!

Song Qing sat paralyzed on the bed after Song Bing left. Song Bing was serious just now, but she was also serious.

If she and Chu Yao are together, they can keep it secret, but it is impossible to have children.

She couldn't adopt a child like her.

Jiang Xi watched Song Bing enter the room with a stiff face, and the brush in his hand did not change the strength.

"Empty again?"

Song Bing glared at Jiang Xi: "You're not used to it!"

Jiang Xi looked innocent: "I didn't, don't wrong me, your personalities are all that smelly latrine stone, who can get used to it!"

Song Bing walked to Jiang Xi's side and saw that his painting was a blue sea with undulating waves.

Jiang Xi put away the paintbrush: "As for it, let's get angry with my daughter."

Song Bing hugged him from behind: "I don't have such a daughter!"

Jiang Xi let him hug him, feeling Song Bing resting his head on his neck, he smiled slightly: "Childish!"

Song Bing's impression of being extremely rigid on the outside collapsed in an instant, like a bear pawing at Jiang Xi's body, not letting go for a moment.

"Who do you think this child looks like?"

Jiang Xi patted his hand, beckoning him to let go of himself: "Slightly like you."

Song Bing gritted his teeth: "Don't dare."

Jiang Xi ignored his bad temper, packed up his easel and went to the bathroom to wash up. Just as he turned on the shower, the bathroom door swung open, and he stood naked looking at Song Bing.

"What, what are you doing..."

Song Bing squeezed in, and the shower wet his clothes.

"Want to be calm and calm."

There are ten thousand words of MMP in Jiang Xi's mind.

It was already an hour after waiting for the two of them to come out of the shower. Jiang Xi was sleeping in the bed with a thin quilt, looking up at Song Bing wearing glasses and flipping through a book. He pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something important.

When he doesn't wear glasses, he feels very tough and decisive in doing things. Wearing glasses softens the toughness and adds a lot of gentleness.

Jiang Xi has always liked him like this, just looking at him can fill his whole heart.

He moved over slowly, hooked Song Bing's toes with his feet, and said in a weak voice, "What if the baby doesn't agree to your second condition?"

Song Bing smiled wryly: "I'm not my father, so I don't have the capital to restrain her. And with you here, it would be great if she agreed to my first condition."

Use breakup as a threat at every turn.

He really fell for this man.

Jiang Xi grinned when he heard this, and continued to lure Song Bing with his foot: "Actually, the more you press, the more it will have the opposite effect. It's not that you don't understand the baby."

Song Bing sighed.

He just knows Song Qing too well.

From childhood to adulthood, when did she dare to quarrel with herself, Song Bing had an illusion that she treated someone so special.

It's like the time when he just met Jiang Xi when he was young.

He saw his former self in her, and it was because of this that he had to let go.

If the stalemate continues, both sides will suffer.

Whether it is the Song family or the Song enterprise, it is just a false name after his death.

Back then, he would rather abandon these false names and want to be with Jiang Xi, Song Qing...

He didn't want to push her to that point.

Jiang Xi's two attempts at seduction failed to make Song Bing respond, so he kicked his calf hard in anger. Song Bing recovered from the pain and looked at him with fire in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xi said openly and aboveboard: "You can't see what you are doing, you are pretending to be a saint."

Song Bing: ...

The lights in the room were turned off, and the moonlight outside shone into the room, making the temperature of the room even hotter.

Song Qing went back to the house and sent a message to Chu Yao.

Yuanshan Furong: What do you want to do tomorrow?

Human Face Peach Blossom: All good, what do you want to do?

Yuanshan Furong: Let me play with you.

Chu Yao laughed suddenly, and she took a picture of the envelope she put in the book and showed it to Song Qing: Did you take the love letter inside?

Yuanshan Furong: Didn't you plan to give it to me? Return it to the original owner.

Peach Blossom with Human Face: You are so narcissistic! !

Yuanshan Furong: [Photo].

Song Qing photographed the love letter and showed it to Chu Yao. The paper had been folded into deep marks. She should have taken it out to read it often. Chu Yao felt warm when she read it. She opened the envelope and put the paper Song Qing put inside. Take it out.

When I read it again, I still feel soft-hearted.

The two chatted on and off until midnight, Song Qing felt that chatting and typing were troublesome, so she sent a video, and Chu Yao carefully closed the door before answering the phone.

She always feels like a thief at home now.

Especially in front of Chu Nanhe, that feeling was particularly strong.

After closing the door, Chu Yao picked up the video. Song Qing's side was brightly lit. Chu Yao hid under the quilt and saw that she was holding a paintbrush and her mobile phone was hanging above the easel. She could see what Song Qing was painting.

Song Qing talked to Chu Yao while painting, and Chu Yao whispered to her that she wanted to see what was on the easel.

Song Qing pointed the camera at the easel.

A girl is standing under a fruit tree and looking up, the sun shines on her body through the gap, and a few strands of long hair hanging down her neck have a strange style.

Chu Yao was even more embarrassed: "Is this me?"

Song Qing nodded: "En."

She felt that Song Qing really knew how to look for angles. From this angle, she was quite beautiful, wearing a two-dimensional style in shirts and jeans.

Song Qing finished the last stroke and said, "Does it look good?"

Chu Yao nodded quickly, and then thought that her side was pitch black and Song Qing couldn't see her actions at all. Her voice was weak: "It looks good, did you give it to me?"

Song Qing took down the phone and smiled slightly: "No, I treasure it."

Chu Yao: ...

Why does she have the feeling of wanting to hit someone?