1993 Glamour at a Glance

Chapter 92 Make the bed
For now, this matter is not complicated.

As for technology research and development, the money should be connected with the research team, and the next step is the research team. Song Yang only needs to pay attention to the progress.

In the next two or three years, it will be nothing more than Li Ru's efforts to earn a wave of VCD money to accumulate.

DVD, that will have to wait a few years.

Don't think about mobile phones, mobile phones are still rampant, and Nokia will rule the world next.

PC is late, and wintel is about to rule the world.

Song Yang is still following his own pace, and now the school has come up with an idea to lay out the BP player and VCD spare parts, and use the advertising company to help them brand the brand before we talk about it.

This is only what he thinks so, and the bystanders don't see it that way.

Li Ru felt that Li Ping was a mystery, but both he and Li Ping felt that Song Yang was a mystery.

Bian Kai didn't understand where Song Yang's many abilities came from.

Shen Qingxue used to think that Song Yang was like a cloud that suddenly carried her into the sky.

Now I began to feel that Song Yang was like a crane.

It seems that he just met Shen Qingxue when he flew into the world, but it is actually very difficult to find himself in the place where he flies.

She is too ordinary.

"Are you tired?" Shen Qingxue looked sideways at him for a while, then suddenly took his hand, and gently squeezed his crotch, "Take a break."

After Bian Kai moved away, the two of them didn't need to go to the library to study together.

In the preliminary selection of the Top Ten Singers Competition, Song Yang was once again in the limelight, and Shen Qingxue was more willing to stay here with him.

There were only two people in the room, and Shen Qingxue also liked the feeling that he was the only one by her side.

This is like a home, a mortal home.

After hearing her words, Song Yang raised his other hand and stretched his waist, with the bright and warm smile on his face as always.

Shen Qingxue's eyes suddenly became sore.

"What's the matter?" Song Yang reached out and put his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead lightly, "Why do you look a little sad?"

Shen Qingxue leaned in his arms, with her head resting on his shoulders, feeling happy yet at the same time feeling bewildered.

"Have you forgotten? Say everything." Song Yang's voice was soft.

Shen Qingxue shook her head: "I think you're tired of thinking about so many things... I'm fine, I just love you."

How could her emotions and thoughts escape Song Yang's eyes?
Song Yang pondered for a while, then turned around and hugged her with both hands.He kissed the cheek lightly again, and then asked in a low voice: "Is it because of my busy work, the people I know feel a sense of distance from me?"

Shen Qingxue's hands climbed from his waist to his shoulders, and hugged Song Yang tightly from behind, tears still came out of her eyes.

In every way, he was so good, too good to be true.

"...I...I like you so much. But...I feel more and more unworthy of you..."

The girl was sobbing, obviously sincere.

But Song Yang couldn't laugh or cry.

Perhaps, this is what a girl who tastes love for the first time will worry about gains and losses.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Yang sat up and touched her face, brushing the teardrops in the corner of his eyes with his fingers, "How can there be any worthy or unworthy? The most important thing is liking! I like you too."

Shen Qingxue looked at his gentle eyes with tears in her eyes.

She pursed her lips a little sad, and said with self-blame, "But even when I'm in love with you, you need to distract me to care about my feelings and comfort me. It's just my own problem, I can't even think about it..."

Although he knew that he liked him, and knew that it was the pressure he put on him, but this kind of pressure was like weeds, it was always inexhaustible.

Song Yang always said, let her not pretend to be so many things in her heart.

But always unable to control myself.

On the one hand, he couldn't adjust his own mentality, and on the other hand, he was considerate and understanding.

This made Shen Qingxue feel that there was nothing she could do.

"If you don't need me to accompany you, don't need me to talk to you, what is it called love?" Song Yang looked at the corners of her mouth hanging down, and pecked twice with amused and fondness, "This is already exaggerated, I have something on my mind Are you afraid that I will bother to coax you?"

"...I can't help you with anything, I don't want to trouble you, that's all I can do..."

Song Yang didn't expect that she had only officially been in love for two months, and Shen Qingxue already felt so humble about her own position in the relationship.

She is brave and proactive in some major issues, but she is as soft as water on weekdays, without any sharpness.

There are still nearly four years of college time left. She is in the ivory tower, and Song Yang will come into contact with more people and things outside. This sense of distance must be getting farther and farther.

Song Yang felt that this could not continue.

"Qingxue!" He said seriously, "I don't want someone who can help me. As long as I'm done, I'll be happy to turn around and see you. As long as I'm not busy, I'll want to find you. You Although I seem to have a lot of things to do now, it doesn't take me a lot of time. It's because you are only studying now, and the things and circles I do are a bit beyond your imagination."

Shen Qingxue reached out her hand to caress his face and nodded, that's it.

Just because I feel so bad.

"Don't talk about you, Mr. Bian also thinks that what I do and my circle are beyond his imagination." Song Yang seemed to just say an ordinary fact, "I am special! But to me, you are also special Yes, understand?"

"...I'm not special at all."

"It's so pretty!" Song Yang's eyes were full of smiles, and then he leaned over and kissed, "It's so sweet! It's so kind!"

The girl always feels that there are thousands of girls like this, and she is just lucky.

"If you only feel like you're not good enough now and then, I'm happy because that's how much you like me. But if you feel like that all the time, I'm not happy."

Shen Qingxue bit her lip and looked at him.

"I like you, and you feel bad about yourself, isn't that questioning my vision?" Song Yang pretended to be serious, "I'm very proud!"

The love words one after another made the girl's heart melt, and she asked in a daze: "Do you really like it so much?"

Song Yang's eyes suddenly became hot: "If it wasn't for fear that you and auntie wouldn't be able to accept it, you would have known it a long time ago!"

This was the first time Song Yang looked at her with unrestrained and undisguised enthusiasm.

The lover's eyes with obvious intentions seem to make the girl who has fallen in love for the first time confirm the strong love of the other party.

Many times, young men and women with little experience always care too much about how the other person feels about them.

But just a word, a warm hug, and a lingering kiss seemed to blow away all the dark clouds in an instant.

Song Yang understood this, so this initiative received a particularly enthusiastic response.

Winter is coming, and the girl will soon change into thicker clothes, but not yet.

Song Yang caught the girl who was so soft that she was about to melt, and gasped, "I'll give you something!"

"Ok?"

Shen Qingxue's nasal voice was soft and weak.She pulled his waist tightly, her heart was still beating violently, and she still endured the palpitations that he teased from her heart.

Song Yang said in her ear: "Thinking about how to decorate this place, decorate it like a home. When you don't worry about whether you are good enough, just make...the bed."

Shen Qingxue suddenly felt her heart tremble.

"...Song Yang." She felt that it was extremely difficult to speak out, and she had to calm down.

"what happened?"

"... How many... have you dreamed?" These were the most intimate words she could say.

"Anyway, it's better than what I dreamed..." Song Yang thought about it, and couldn't put it down, "It's much more comfortable!"

Shen Qingxue's mind became more and more confused, and she only thought about that word over and over again.

make the bed... make the bed...

(End of this chapter)