Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Yan Huai accidentally saw the note on Song Zhi's caller ID, which only had a period. Obviously, the caller was someone Song Zhi knew but didn't want to be known by name.

Yan Huai didn't care at first, but Song Zhi's reaction was too abnormal.

His childishness kept something from him.

Song Zhi's wrist was cold and trembling, Yan Huai didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, and he didn't intend to let him be stimulated.

Yan Huai let go, his tone slowed down and he couldn't bear to pursue further, "Hurry up and eat, and I will send Siqi home later."

"Go home?" Song Zhi put the phone call behind her and turned to Siqi's direction.

"Today is the last day of filming."

Not only Siqi is leaving, but they are also leaving that day.

Song Zhi felt a sour feeling in his heart, completely unaware that time passed so quickly.

His gaze turned to the girl reading a book with a blank face again, and it wasn't too annoying to look at her now.But as a father, he is really not qualified, and it is time for her to return to her real parents.

Siqi packed up her things, put on her schoolbag and prepared to leave.She changed out of the white gauze skirt that Song Zhi bought for her ahead of time, and put on the ordinary coat when she came in.

Song Zhicai noticed Siqi's clothes.

The oversized blouse hung over her slender shoulders, and the frayed cuffs covered the backs of her hands.

Even schoolbags are showing signs of fading due to too many washes.There is a blue Ultraman pattern on it. In Song Zhi's view, even if Siqi doesn't like Snow White, she definitely won't favor Ultraman.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Huai's voice brought him back to reality.

"No, no..."

"Let's go." Yan Huai pulled him up and brought Siqi to the lobby on the first floor.

After these few days of getting along, in Song Zhi's eyes, Siqi is indeed different from other children of the same age.

A little girl her age should be chatty and curious.Usually when I meet a celebrity artist, I will enthusiastically take a group photo and ask for an autograph, and then go back to school to show off with my classmates.

Children with different personalities will be somewhat different, but no matter what, they will not be like Siqi.

The guests brought their children to the front hall one after another, and several of them hugged each other, weeping and talking inseparably.But Siqi in front of her could still sit calmly by the sofa and take out world famous books to read.

Other people's chores seem to have nothing to do with her.

Song Zhi's chest throbbed slightly. It seemed that after a few days of getting along, he didn't leave much important place in this little kid's heart.

Even if he got up early to play ball with her and spent all his living coins to buy her an expensive dress.Even spend the whole day with her, making cakes for the people you like.

In the end, I was the most naive of the three of them.

Childish enough to treat every occasion as a real feeling.

"The three of them are too plastic."

"Laughing, it wasn't too bad last night."

"Please, let's do business."

At 10:30 in the morning, the director came to the lobby.

"Okay, the time we spend together is always short. Before the biological parents of the children pick them up, let's leave a word for each other."

"Three Plastics will be forced to open."

"If you don't laugh to death, you have to say it."

As soon as the director finished speaking, Siqi stuffed the book into her bag, and her eyes fell on Yan Huai.

The latter let go of Song Zhi's hand, came to Siqi, took out a business card and handed it to him, "I will pack all your books from now on, and finally, welcome back to our house to play anytime."

"Ah, dad is so warm!"

"I also specifically mentioned our family, I was moved."

"Mu, I also want such a father."

Siqi took the black hard gold-edged business card paper with both hands, opened the thick book, and carefully stuffed the business card into the page, "Thank you, Dad."

Siqi still had a smile on her face, but Song Zhi could feel the tears rolling in her eyes.

Obviously want to cry, but also pretend not to care.

A duplicity fool.

Song Zhi's upset mood eased a little, this little kid is not so cold-blooded.

Yan Huai stroked Siqi's hair and stood up, then turned to Song Zhi and said, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Song Zhi nodded, following Yan Huai's example, she squatted beside Siqi and looked at her at the same level.

"Stop reading messy books." Song Zhi warned, "Also, don't fall in love early."

"One buys books and the other reads less."

"Different educational concepts hahaha help."

"What's the matter with puppy love?"

Thinking of the outlandish ideas in Siqi's mind, Song Zhi seriously suspected that this little girl definitely did a lot of research on sex.

If you don't learn well at a young age, you must be killed in the cradle, and you must not be harmed by those brats.

"Anyone who wants to bully you, just call me." Song Zhi said coldly, "I'll beat him up."

"...It's really unreliable."

"Look for dad beforehand, forget little daddy."

"But I don't have your phone number." Siqi said frankly.

Song Zhi stretched out her hand to Siqi, "Give me the pen."

Siqi dug out the pencil case and took out a gel pen.

Song Zhi grabbed Siqi's slender wrist, rolled up the cuff, and drew a string of numbers directly on the arm.

"Why zoom out? Can't see clearly!"

"Ah, I want to know the phone number too."

"I've already borrowed a pen, can't I take another piece of paper?"

"Do you have to write it on someone's arm?"

Song Zhi pulled back her cuff and returned the pen to her, "Do you have a mobile phone?"

"No." Siqi put her arms behind her back and rubbed the skin with marks on her clothes.

"Do your parents watch this show?"

"Grass, what did he ask?"

"His brain circuit has never been normal."

Even Siqi didn't expect Song Zhi to ask such a question, she paused for a moment, then twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "I don't know, I probably don't know how to read it."

"Don't let your parents know." Song Zhi took out a mobile phone from her pocket and handed it to her, "I'll pay for the call fee, you can't bring it to school."

"You can't give the number to the brat." When Song Zhi said this, she glanced at the other groups of guests.

"...There are so many things to manage."

"I also want Papa Song's phone."

"Siqi is so happy, I'm so envious."

“[True] winners in life.”

The mobile phone was given to each guest by the sponsor when the filming of the show started.

From Song Zhi's point of view, parents who don't even want to buy a new schoolbag will never buy her a mobile phone. Song Zhi just hopes that when Siqi needs help, she can contact him as soon as possible.

"Thank you little daddy." Siqi took the phone and stuffed it into the bottom of her schoolbag.

Song Zhi looked at her blunt and concave iconic smile, and noticed the sporadic parting scenes around her, so she simply said to Siqi, "Do you want a hug?"

"Forget it, so that Dad won't be jealous." Siqi shifted her gaze to Yan Huai and winked at him.

"Pretentious." Song Zhi pulled the corner of her mouth.

"I think it's you who are hypocritical. It's like parting from life and death."

Song Zhi said sarcastically, "Stop reading encyclopedias in the future, why do you know so much?"

"There are many things." Siqi stood up from the sofa, looked up at the two men who were taller than her, "Daddy, little daddy, I hope you will be happy forever."

"Thank you, we will." Yan Huai rubbed his hair.

"Ah, Siqi is so heartwarming."

"The little cotton padded jacket is so sweet."

"As long as you don't get alone with Daddy."

"Haha, they are purely in love with each other and kill each other."

The director recalled the inseparable scene, "Children, parting is not the end, you still have a new life, go back to your real parents."

The door of the villa opened, and several parents ran towards their children.After a few minutes of pleasantries, the children bid farewell to the guests and followed their parents on the journey home.

After the other three children had all left, Siqi tugged at her schoolbag, then turned around and smiled at the two men, "Daddy, little daddy, goodbye."

"Where are your parents?" Yan Huai frowned deeply.

"Who knows." The heavy topic slipped out of the ten-year-old girl's mouth casually, "Maybe he died long ago."

Siqi has never met her parents, and she has been growing up in the orphanage since she could remember.

She didn't have her parents to buy new dresses, nor did she have pocket money to buy such expensive encyclopedias. Her schoolbag was donated by Project Hope, and her older siblings wore leftover clothes.

Even if she doesn't like the blue Ultraman, let alone the fat sportswear with raw edges.

Most of the other students can come to this program because their parents are rich or have connections.As for her, she relies on the labels of three good students and various competition honors. The TV station needs such a child as a benchmark.

Siqi is not interested in meeting celebrities or being on TV. Her purpose of coming here is only because the TV station is willing to subsidize her tuition for the next few years.

The book told her that the reason why people are sad is that they have too high expectations for the future or others, and then they feel depressed, sad and painful because they cannot be realized.

She never asks for things that should not belong to her. Even without parents, she can get the life she wants through her own efforts.

Study hard, try to become better, she can buy encyclopedias and beautiful dresses by herself.

It's not that Siqi doesn't want to be a princess, it's just that she doesn't want to be found out how deceitful she is when she wakes up from her dream.

The book says that as long as you don't shed your first tear, you will never cry.

She doesn't want to be pitied, and she doesn't cry.

Song Zhi looked at Siqi's little back under her white and blue schoolbag.At this moment, all irrationality becomes clear.Why be so independent, so out of gregarious, so cold and heartless.

In fact, the fragile little hedgehog with fried hair just wants to protect itself in the most clumsy way.

Yan Huai hugged Song Zhi into his arms, "Should we..."

"No, for now." Even if Yan Huai didn't say the whole thing, Song Zhi knew what he meant.

"Song Siqi."

When the girl was about to disappear from sight, Song Zhi called her to stop.

The girl just turned her back to him, and her thin figure could feel a slight pull.

Song Zhi chased after her, grabbed her arm and hugged her.

The little girl's salty tears stained Song Zhi's clothes, but she was still talking stubbornly in his arms.

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying."

The book says, as long as you don't want to, you will never cry.

"Let me take a moment, wait until I take you home." Song Zhi protected her head and hugged her tightly. He didn't want to share the girl's vulnerability at this moment with anyone.

"Going home" is like the last taboo for a girl who has never owned a home.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, don't lie to me." The girl's crying intensified.

As long as there is no hope, there will be no disappointment.

"I won't lie to you, soon, wait for me again."

After sending Siqi away, Song Zhi returned to the bedroom.He opened the bedside table, and there was only a book "How to Show Love to Your Lover" given to him by Siqi inside. Song Zhi tore open the transparent packaging of the new book, and flipped through a page at will.

How to get along with your lover No.20.

Treat every day as the last day of your life and let him know how much you love him today.

Yan Huai stood at the door of the bedroom for 10 minutes, but Song Zhi who was sitting by the bed didn't notice.

He thought he understood Song Zhi's character and thinking, but this time he didn't understand why Song Zhi refused to agree to adopt Siqi.

What is he still hiding.

Yan Huai knocked on the door, "The filming ends at [-]:[-] p.m. Today is free and easy. Is there any place you want to go?"

The theme of the last day of the event is to reminisce about happy times with people you like.

Song Zhiming remembers every day spent with Yan Huai's brother. They went to the stadium to play ball, rode the roller coaster in the playground, and ate street snacks together.

On the show, they also walked across the street in couple outfits holding hands.

Two people shuttled through the troubled streets holding ice cream, and a store caught their attention.

It seems that a new store opened, and many people gathered at the door.Song Zhi was bored and went over to have a look, only to find that it was a shop that made rings.

"Go in and have a look?" Yan Huai said.

Anyway, it doesn't cost money to look at it, Song Zhi nodded, bit the last bite of the crispy cone, and was dragged inside by Yan Huai.

"Wow, are you here to order a ring?"

"On the show, they are the only ones without rings."

"You didn't tell me I didn't find out."

The way this shop chooses a pair of rings is different from other stores. There are no finished products in the counters in the store. Instead, customers are required to enter basic information, and then according to the personality, occupation and hobbies of the two people, they will create rings that only belong to them.

As long as you pay a small deposit, a professional designer will create a sample for the two. If you are satisfied, the finished pair of rings will be sent home for free within a week.

It happened that the two of them were doing a show that could indirectly promote the store, so the owner of the store decided to make rings for them without deposit.

An hour later, the ring samples belonging to them were placed on a transparent glass stand.

Exquisite and small, without complicated and complicated patterns, it is the simple style that Song Zhi likes.

Yan Huai took out the small size, pinched his fingertips, and slowly pushed it up against the ring finger.

The thin platinum circles set off Song Zhi's slender and slender knuckles, and they shone brightly under the light.

"Do you like it?" Yan Huai's kiss fell on the ring finger wearing the ring, "It suits you very well."

The temperature left by the kiss spreads along the knuckles, the heat conduction speed of metal is much faster than that of air, but it still can't keep up with the beating frequency of the heart.

Song Zhi twirled her fingers, pulled the knuckles out of Yan Huai's hand, took off the ring and put it back into the original box. "I, like, at home."

Song Zhi didn't stay any longer, and pulled Yan Huai out.

"Why not buy it!"

"He looks like he likes it."

"Probably to save money for my husband."

"It's definitely better at home."

In fact, there is only one marriage certificate for each other's so-called marriage.

They didn't have any rings at all.

Song Zhi lied.

The two walked out of the store and told the photographer to remind the event that the event was coming to an end, and they had to return to the villa before six o'clock.

Yan Huai got into the car, Song Zhi sat in the co-pilot, and they were silent all the way.

"What's the matter with them?"

"Ah, it's suddenly so quiet."

"Can't bear the show?"

"I don't believe it, Song Jieba wanted to leave a long time ago."

The car was parked in the backyard, Song Zhi unbuckled his seat belt and opened the passenger's door.

"There will be a dinner party later, do you want to join?" Yan Huai said.

If you don't participate, will brother Yan Huai leave immediately?

Song Zhi pursed her lips, "Go, go."

"Okay." Yan Huai took the initiative to lead him to the villa.

Song Zhi didn't know if she was too sensitive, the other's fingertips always rubbed against his ring finger, it was light and itchy.

The dinner party was held in the living room of the villa, and eight guests and program staff opened a total of three tables.

The common table manners and etiquette cannot be avoided, and various staff members and directors paid back and forth several times.

But Song Zhi didn't take a sip, and Yan Huai stopped all the wine.

At the end of the dinner, Zhang Lun swayed to Song Zhi's side with a wine glass, "Xiao Song, you have to drink this with me."

Yan Huai gave him lemon juice.

"The filming of our scene will start soon." Zhang Lun obviously entered a state of drunkenness, and glanced at the light yellow lemon glass, "You use this to deal with your father?"

This time without Yan Huai's consent, Song Zhi picked up the full white wine glass at the latter's table and held it in front of Zhang Lun, "Mr. Zhang, the first cup wishes us a happy cooperation."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhi poured another cup, "The second cup, thank you for your help during this time."

"The third cup, nice to meet you and Sister Wen."

"Help, is this kid so fierce?"

"The kid is obviously going to be drunk."

After the third glass of wine, Yan Huai snatched the glass back from his hand, "Enough."

Song Zhi didn't insist anymore, he only wanted to drink three cups at first.

Yan Huai grabbed him and walked out, "Let's go back."

"Hey, why are you leaving so soon?" Zhang Lun shouted from behind, "Xiao Song, don't forget that our show is full of excitement, like a time like water."

Song Zhi was dragged by Yan Huai, he secretly looked up at the other party, summoned up his courage and said, "No, no one, pick, pick me up."

Yan Huai held his hand tighter, "I'll take you back."

Yan Huai's car was parked at the entrance of the villa, it was a black low-key business Mercedes-Benz.

The other party took him to the back row, and Yan Huai sat beside him, their arms almost touching each other.

The car started, at nine o'clock in the evening, the night was quiet, and there was no traffic.

"Why did you drink those three cups?" Yan Huai, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.

"I'm not drunk."

Song Zhi herself couldn't tell the reason for drinking, maybe she wanted to add some courage, or simply wanted to thank Zhang Lun for his help during this time.But no matter what, he was sure that the three glasses of wine did not make him faint, and his mind was still clear.

Be sober in your own heart and be nervous about those around you.

More than an hour later, the car stopped at the door of their villa.

Yan Huai got out of the car and turned around to hold Song Zhi's hand.

Song Zhi stood at the door, he didn't even know how to say goodbye.

Yan Huai stood less than one meter away from him, paused for a moment, and let go of him, "Remember to eat well, pay attention to your body, don't stay up late, don't..."

Song Zhi's chest was so hot and painful, he firmly believed that he was crazy, grabbed Yan Huai again, and did not want to let go.

"You, can you not, go?"

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