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Shen Zhao stared blankly at Chi Zhoubai who left, and then looked down at the necklace on his neck after a while. This necklace was given to her by Song Ling. Chi Zhoubai just asked Song Ling again, what does it mean?

Shen Zhao looked at the necklace on his neck, a little swan diamond pendant, and suddenly thought of Song Ling.

They have been fighting for several days.

It is already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and it is the last day since she started working in the group. By the time they finish work, it will probably be early in the morning.

Shen Zhao unlocked the phone, opened WeChat and made a call, but there was no message or call.

Because of the needs of filming, everyone's mobile phones must be turned to silent mode. She thought she didn't hear it, but in fact she didn't.

I felt a little lonely in my heart for a moment.

It's been a long time since I stayed up so late. After Chi Zhoubai finished work, he drove away directly. Shen Zhao couldn't see her. After everyone left, she packed up her things and prepared to leave.

At this point, all buses and subways have stopped, and I don’t know if I can take a taxi.

She looked down at the phone, the screen stayed on the call log, and the top one was Song Ling's call.

She hesitated for a while, but finally did not call her.

I opened the taxi-hailing app, and it was a remote place, and after calling for a long time, I didn't get a car.

There was no other way, so Shen Zhao had no choice but to go forward on his own, and it would be fine when he reached the main road.

On the trail in the middle of the night, the cold air became stronger at night, and the dim street lamps shone down. The surroundings were pitch black, and the distance could not be seen at all. Shen Zhao was a little scared.

She covered the hood of her down jacket, her whole face was shrunk in the hood, only half of her face was exposed, and she walked alone on the empty path.

In the quiet and empty late night, a piercing music ringtone suddenly came to mind in her pocket. Shen Zhao was taken aback by her mobile phone. She quickly took it out, saw the word "Song Ling" on the screen, quickly connected it, and said anxiously: " Hello, Song Ling."

"Send me the location." A deep voice came from the phone.

Shen Zhao was silent, stopped and stood under the street lamp, the dim light shone from above her head, casting a shadow on the ground, she said slowly: "I thought you ignored me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a long while, he said softly: "I ignore you, will you be sad?"

The voice is slightly hoarse, with a strong nasal sound.

Shen Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Do you have a cold?"

Song Ling hummed softly, drove out, and said again: "Send me the location, and I will pick you up."

Shen Zhao nodded and said yes, after a pause, he said, "Be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ling stared at the phone screen in a daze, after all, she couldn't help calling her first.

In the middle of the night, even if he couldn't get a taxi, he didn't want to call her.

Oh, Shen Zhao, you are really stubborn!

Unconsciously speeding up the accelerator, 10 minutes later, the car drove to the destination, and she saw a person standing under the street light from afar. She honked the horn, and the figure turned around, and the whole face was hidden in the hat , not very real.

For the first time, I felt that Xiaoniaoyiren seemed to be very appropriate for her.

The car drove under the street light, and Shen Zhao opened the door and sat in. It was already freezing weather outside, and the heating inside the car was blowing, and the entire frozen face was relieved at this moment.

She rubbed her palms, covered her face, and looked at Song Ling, "How is your cold?"

Song Ling turned the car around and said lightly, "That's it."

She looked forward, without turning her head to look at Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao stared at her side face, hearing the cold tone, felt a little lonely unconsciously.

"Have you taken your medicine?" She looked at her and asked again.

Song Ling was a little impatient, she turned to look at her, "Shen Zhao, are you caring about me?"

Because of the cold, her voice sounded hoarse and weak, without the strength it used to have.

Shen Zhao didn't deny it, looked into her eyes, and admitted, "Yes, I care about you."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I thought you wouldn't care about others."

Shen Zhao lowered her eyelashes. When they were together, it seemed that Song Ling was always giving. Because of that incident, she put herself in the position of the victim, and she never seemed to care about the person in front of her.

She asked for fairness, and blamed Song Ling for not considering the issue from her perspective, but in the same way, she never treated Song Ling equally.

She looked at Song Ling and said in a manly voice, "I also have a problem with what happened last time. I shouldn't have said that to you. I apologize to you."

Song Ling paused, this was the first time she heard the word "apology" from Shen Zhao, she didn't know how stubborn Shen Zhao was.

Shen's father is right. She is a person who dares to love and hate. Love and hate are strong and clear. She is like a whirlwind. When she comes, she is vigorous, and when she leaves, she will destroy everything.

She couldn't put it down, she was afraid that she would break it when she held it in her hand, and she was afraid that she would run away when she let go.

She said she was contradictory, but she was not.

Song Ling turned her face away, didn't look at her anymore, didn't answer her words, stepped on the gas pedal and left.

It was already very late at night, and after 10 minutes, the two arrived home.

Opening the door and entering the room, Song Ling's expression was ugly, Shen Zhao grabbed her, raised his hand to touch her forehead, Song Ling tilted her head, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhao asked, "Do you have a fever?"

Song Ling turned to go upstairs and said, "No."

Shen Zhao followed, and as soon as he entered the room, Song Ling pressed his whole body on the quilt, and kisses enveloped him. Shen Zhao struggled slightly, held her face, and said hurriedly, "Song Ling, you are sick. gone."

Song Ling rested her hands on both sides of her, and asked her with cloudy eyes, "Are you worried about me?"

Shen Zhao held her face and looked up at her. At this moment, Song Lingling was weak and not overbearing. She looked at her slender black eyebrows, gracefully setting off the flowing waves in her eyes. She almost forgot, Song Lingling She is a beauty, and a most beautiful beauty.

Her lips were slightly chapped and peeled due to dryness, Shen Zhao was startled, and suddenly raised his head to kiss her, moistening her lips.

Shen Zhao's rare initiative made Song Ling happy, and she responded eagerly, entangled with her lips and tongue.

Shen Zhao almost forgot to breathe, she held Song Ling's face, and told her solemnly: "I worry about you, I care about you, Song Ling, do you understand?"

Song Ling stared at Shen Zhao at this moment, and when she heard her say that she worried about herself and cared about herself, her eyes were full of determination, and she did not lie to her.

"Azhao, I'm sorry, what you said, I will learn to change slowly, okay?"

They are all changing slowly. No one is born to be together. There is no other person in this world who is completely in line with the perfect person I imagined in my heart. Everyone needs to adjust.Willing to communicate and explain is the greatest luck.

Shen Zhao pursed her lips and smiled, dimples bloomed on her cheeks, like two cute little cherries, she loved this feeling, and also loved Song Ling like this.

She smiled and said, "Okay, let's not quarrel in the future, and speak out if we have any problems, don't hide, don't cheat, okay?"

Song Ling stared down at her smile, her eyes fell on those eyes, as if she suddenly realized something, she froze for a moment, her expression was in a trance for a moment.

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of her suddenly stunned expression, thinking that she forgot to respond for a while, so she raised her head to kiss her dissatisfied, and asked her again: "Are you okay?"

Song Ling supported her shoulders, stopped her kiss, and responded lightly.

Shen Zhao stood there blankly, Song Ling looked at her expression, and explained: "I have a cold, don't infect it to you."

Shen Zhao smiled, struggling to sit up, "I'll go find you cold medicine."

Before her feet touched the ground, someone grabbed her arm suddenly, and Song Ling called her softly, "Ah Zhao..."

Shen Zhao turned around, hummed, seeing that she seemed to have something to say, and asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling stared at her eyes, she admitted that she fell in love with Shen Zhao, at first it was because of those eyes, but then it slowly changed, she fell in love with this person in front of her completely.

But the original intention has never changed, and Shen Zhao will never know the existence of this matter.

She can hide and deceive her for the rest of her life. As long as she doesn't tell, no one will find out the secret.

But just for a moment, when she saw her eyes with a smile and longing for beauty, she suddenly froze.

She said to her, don't lie, don't hide, she suddenly hesitated, if Shen Zhao knew about that one day, what would she do?

What kind of temperament she is, she knows very well.

If she knew, it would be an avalanche-like eruption.

She always wants her to get along with her equally and fairly. The love she wants is pure and clean, without any other factors.A Rachel, she spent nearly half a year with her, she can do what she is now, which has already exceeded the limit beyond expectations.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if one day she found out about Xiang Jin's existence...

She didn't have such worries before, because she knew that she was just a substitute, she didn't need to have such worries at all, but now, she didn't want to lose Shen Zhao.

Song Ling stared at her face and said softly, "I'll fall in love with you again, is it okay?"

Shen Zhao froze for a moment, then suddenly grinned, and asked her, "What does it mean to fall in love with me again?"

Song Ling knelt on the bed with one knee, leaned over to her side, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her and explained: "Our meeting is not straightforward, I know I have done a lot of things to hurt you, so Azhao , can we start over?"

Shen Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, thinking of all the things before, both bitter and embarrassing, she was silent for a moment, then looked up at her again, perhaps it was really time to end it.

She promised her quietly: "Okay, let's start again."

Song Ling's expression relaxed, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she responded, "Yes."

The things she thought could be turned over by concealment, as long as everything remained the same, the things she was worried about would not happen.

But sometimes fate seems to love to joke with people, what you are most afraid of, it just happens to come.

If Song Ling knew that things would go out of control later, she must have told Shen Zhao everything right now, at least she would not be hurt.