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Shen Zhao stared at Song Ling, and it took him a while to realize, "You lied to me, Song Ling?"

Song Ling rolled up her sleeves and stood beside her, with a slight smile in her eyes, even the smile was gentle, she looked at her and said with a smile: "Although I haven't wrapped it before, it's not like I haven't seen it before. I can learn from it."

Shen Zhao looked at the ingredients flour on the table, then at Song Ling, a little uncertain, Fox asked: "Really?"

Song Ling turned around and took out equipment from the kitchen closet, including a dough mixer, a meat grinder, and a complete set of tools.

Shen Zhao has never used these. He usually sees his father kneading dough with his hands. Sure enough, rich people even make dumplings with high technology.

Song Ling seldom cooks, let alone such laborious things as making dumplings. Besides, she would never go to the trouble of making dumplings for a meal alone.

"Just use this." Song Ling followed the instructions, how much flour and how much water should be put.

Shen Zhao went to help, and processed the pork, shrimp and vegetables, and put them into the meat grinder separately.The two tossed and tossed for a long time before they finished the work of kneading the dough and mixing the stuffing.

Shen Zhao looked at the dough that came out of the dough mixer, and said in a manly voice, "It's very easy to use."

Song Ling smiled, "I'll roll out the dough, you make it."

Shen Zhao nodded and agreed.

The two stood side by side by the kitchen table like this, one rolled the dough and the other made dumplings. Shen Zhao and his father had made dumplings together before, but they couldn't knead the dough or stuffing.

It was quiet in the room, today was New Year's Eve, and the sound of firecrackers was booming outside, it was very lively, but it was deserted.

Shen Zhao lowered his head to make dumplings there, remembering that his father was still in the hospital. During Chinese New Year, he and his father would watch the Spring Festival Gala with the TV on every time. Then he lifted the table to the TV, and the two made dumplings Dumplings, while chatting and watching the Spring Festival Gala... Dad will accompany her to watch the new year. When twelve o'clock arrives, Dad will go to the door to set off firecrackers and give her New Year's money...

But now, all of a sudden, it's gone.

Shen Zhao lowered his head and covered his hands, his eyes gradually became moist.Song Ling rolled out all the dough first, and was about to go over to help her make the remaining dumplings. When she just looked up, she caught a glimpse of her rosy eyes, and her hands stopped suddenly.

She knows what she's thinking.

Everyone has nostalgia for their relatives. Maybe she has never left her father. At such a moment, she will inevitably feel sad.

Song Ling didn't speak, reached out to pick up the dough, stood beside her, and made dumplings with her.

"He will get better." Song Ling said suddenly, softly.

Hearing her voice, Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, she raised her face, her eyes were red, knowing that Song Ling was comforting her.

The voice sounded like weeping, and Shen Zhao hummed.

"I only have my father as a relative, and he is the only one."

Song Ling lowered her eyes, "He treats you very well and is a... good father."

She also suddenly thought of her father. Ever since her mother left her, she seemed to no longer know what family affection is.

Sometimes, she even envies Shen Zhao, who has a father who loves her and loves her.

Shen Zhao felt the sudden sentimentality in Song Ling's words. She suddenly remembered that Meng Yunan had said before that Song Ling had no mother when she was very young, and her father remarried. She also had a younger sister. Maybe she also longed for family affection.

Only, she never said it.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Every father in the world loves his daughter, but sometimes, fathers are not as gentle as mothers, and they seldom talk about their love, but privately In my heart, I must love my children."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking of those things in the past, she suddenly pulled her lips and sneered, "Maybe, but it's definitely not me."

She glanced at Shen Zhao, her eyes were full of indifference, and said: "In his heart, the company, status, wealth...all the external things are far more important than the lives of my mother and me. He won't shed a single tear even if he tears up the ticket!"

Song Ling has never experienced father's love, and even the only remaining mother's love is a thing of childhood. In the first half of her life, there was no love, no family affection, so she was alienated and indifferent to everyone.

The original family will change a person's life. If a person has never been loved, he will not love others, because he has not taught her.

Shen Zhao suddenly lowered his head and stretched out to look at her, his eyelashes were still wet, but there were two lovely dimples on his face, she looked at Song Ling with a smile, as if there were stars in her eyes, she said with a smile: " I can be your relative!"

Song Ling caught her gaze and froze for a moment.Those eyes are pure, shining like stars in the Milky Way.

She suddenly remembered that when she was 13 years old, in the middle of the winter night, the kidnappers tore up the ticket and blew up the entire bungalow. She was buried in the dark ruins for three days. Through that gap, the first pair of eyes she saw were the same. Eyes full of light are the hope of her whole life.

These eyes are exactly the same, but she doesn't remember that person's voice at that time, only this pair of eyes, she still remembers till now.

It was the sweet spring in the barren desert, and it was her only hope at that time.

Song Ling squinted at those eyes, her expression was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly she couldn't tell who the person in front of her was.

She murmured: "Really? If I take it seriously, you will never go back on your word. "

Shen Zhao was lightly stunned, at this moment Song Ling's eyes were strong and firm, as if she had known her a long time ago, she was clearly familiar with her, but it gave her an illusion of strangeness.

Suddenly there was a moment of doubt and fear in my mind, did Song Ling really love her so much?Why, she felt that she was looking at another person through these eyes.

Shen Zhao was apprehensive, tried to pull the corners of his mouth, and smiled at her, "Song Ling, do you have someone you like?"

One sentence pulled back all Song Ling's thoughts, she stared at those eyes lightly, and after a while, she suddenly grinned, "Aren't you?"

Shen Zhao also stared at her expression, not wanting to miss any emotional changes on her face, and asked, "What about before me?"

Song Ling remained silent, with hesitation in her eyes, she fixed her eyes, suddenly cupped her face with both hands, pressed her forehead close to her, and asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

Shen Zhao lightly blinked her eyes, now it was her turn to be stunned.

she is jealous...

Shen Zhao suddenly sneered, "Song Ling, you're not so pretty, I'll be jealous?"

Song Ling lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered them, and under the reflection of the light, a blue shadow was cast, covering all her emotions. Her gaze slowly shifted and landed on her rosy lips, thumb Caressing up, the voice is misty and hoarse, "Why not? Didn't you say you love me, since you love me, why don't you be jealous, I will be jealous when you kiss Rachel."

She said those things as they should be. Shen Zhao had never seen such a shameless person. Hearing her words, her heart beat crazily and inexplicably.

The moist fingertips kept rubbing against her lips, and the slender fingers were holding her face.Those hands, once reached the deepest part of her body, were slender, sprawling and curved...

Song Ling stared at the person in front of her eyes slowly turning red, and the corners of her mouth casually curled up. She suddenly lowered her head, looked at the slightly parted lips, and kissed them deeply.

At the same time, the dumpling wrapper in Shen Zhao's hand fell to the ground, and the spoon in the other hand fell to the floor tiles, making a series of metallic vibrating sounds, mixed with the sound of firecrackers outside the window, without any violation. That is the sound of heartbeat.

Song Ling held the back of her head with her hands, and pressed the person tightly to herself. Shen Zhao was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, and let the person in front of him do whatever he wanted.The kiss was deep, passionate, and unlike any other.

"I have never been in a relationship before, you are the first one." Song Ling suddenly opened her eyes and said to her in a dazed state of mind.

Shen Zhao trembled all over, she was explaining to her.

No one can resist Song Ling's love. This kind of love is too strong to be rejected. She seems to know every thought in her heart, every stage of struggle, and every moment of her hesitation and entanglement. , the next dose of strong medicine.

She knew that she had fallen.

She fell in love with Song Ling.

Falling in love with this kind of forced kindness and love, she should be crazy. In less than half a year after being separated from Sier, she fell in love with a person who robbed her of herself. This kind of temptation, With taboo and stimulation, it is immoral.It was a betrayal, a betrayal of all the traditions of decency she had embraced for twenty years.

Contradictions have already penetrated her whole being. At first it was desire, then it was love, or the two were mixed together. She hated herself like this.

Maybe, she was such a person, not firm enough, not principled, that's why she was easily moved by Song Ling's teasing.

Shen Zhao looked at her, with reluctance in his heart, and said angrily, "It's none of my business, why are you telling me this?"

She was the one who asked the question, and now she said it was none of her business, Song Ling laughed, knowing that she had been hard-spoken for a day or two, and getting her to admit that she loved her and being jealous of her was probably harder than going to heaven.

Pinching her waist with his fingers, Shen Zhao subconsciously became limp like a puddle of water, and Song Ling held her with his arms to force her to stand still.

She chuckled lightly, breathing on her lips, and asked her back: "What are you talking about? You asked the question, so what does it matter to you? Shen Zhao, your mouth is far less honest than your body."

Her face was covered with flour, like a layer of snow-white loose powder, hiding the blush under her cheeks, which was proof that she loved her.

Song Ling hugged her, touched her lips lightly, again and again, with a flattering intention, and asked her: "I want you, can I?"

The fingers were wreaking havoc, and Shen Zhao desperately suppressed the trembling of his body to make his voice sound normal, but he still couldn't escape Song Ling's eyes.

Shen Zhao hesitated: "The dumplings are not finished yet..."

"No bag, enough to eat."

Shen Zhao muttered: "I, I haven't washed my hands..."

Before the words were finished, Song Ling had already brought her upstairs, and she smiled and said, "Go up and wash."

The world was spinning, and Shen Zhao was lying on the bed. She put her hands around the neck of the person on her body. She stared at Song Ling's eyes. She didn't know why, maybe it was because this relationship was wrong from the beginning, and she violated reason and morality. Falling in love with Song Ling, so there will always be no sense of security.

Song Ling leaned over to kiss her, Shen Zhao turned his head away from her approach, Song Ling froze there, and shouted anxiously: "A Zhao..."

Shen Zhao stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked her: "Song Ling, if one day you don't love me anymore, will you not want me?"