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Chapter 30 "Please give me a wedding candy first, Mr. Song."

Song Yanqing paused and turned to look at her, as if it was hard to understand why she asked such a question.

In those eyes, looking at an electric pole is affectionate, as if she is the person he loves the most.

Still the same as before, I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and I have a lot of conceit.

Since high school, that kind of cold and lonely personality can be engraved in people's impressions at a glance, but it is not annoying.

His humility and arrogance have become the inducements for many people to admire him.

Cheng Xuran couldn't stand being looked at, so she took the lead to look away, and later realized that if she was too direct, she might hurt the self-esteem of her old classmates.

After all, this brother is quite attractive now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"..."

"My head just didn't work, don't take it to heart."

"..."

In order to comfort Song Yanqing, Cheng Xuran racked his brains: "I am also short of money. I am short of money than you."

Song Yanqing had an expressionless face and a cold voice: "You don't need to pay the balance. Should I pay you the 300 yuan as well?"

"That's not what I meant." How could she take advantage of someone who was even more down-and-out than her!
Then she is still not human!
The conversation ended and there was no topic of silence.

The river wind was silent for a long time, drowning his heartbeat. Cheng Xuran didn't look at him, but just looked into the distance.

Rather than saying that the two of them are sitting next to each other, it is better to say that they are looking up at the starry sky in their respective worlds, and they happen to be in the same scene of the river.

I heard that when people are frustrated, they will have a sense of dependence on familiar things around them.

Because he has helped you solve problems when he encountered difficulties, so when the psychological defense line is low, more trust and weakness will be born, such as wild grass growing in spring and skyrocketing in summer.

Looking into the distance with Song Yanqing so quietly.

Especially one—a high school classmate who hasn't been in touch for so many years, and I don't know if he is single.

Cheng Xuran was suddenly afraid that the situation would be out of control.

So she broke the jar and offended again.

The voice sounded under the moonlight, clear and smooth, hiding the unnoticed vibrato.

"Are you married?"

In the eyes of outsiders, a famous star on the big screen will ask such a cliché question one day, to a person.

Song Yanqing was feeding the cat, with the tip of his tongue against a mint, pushing it from one side of the cheek to the other, the neon light from across the river fell on half of his face, the jaw line was sharp and distinct, the lips were thin, and the color was clean and attractive .

He suddenly laughed.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be any smile in the eyes, and the hazyness is so thin.

"Why, do you want to drink wedding wine or take money?"

Cheng Xuran was stunned for a moment at first, then took out his phone and asked him softly: "Is ten thousand enough? I'll transfer it to you now."

Song Yanqing raised his head and stared at her.

The mints were in his mouth, and they clicked.

His voice was hoarse and cold.

"No, I'll invite you on the wedding day."

It turned out that she wasn't married yet.

When the river wind blows through the ears, there will be subtle contention, overlapping the melody of the heartbeat, the chapter trapped in the spring, with the evening wind piercing through the rusty barbed wire, rushing to the distance eight thousand miles, an unknown story.

Cheng Xuran smelled the mint candy. She stretched out her hand. The lines on her palm were clear and soft: "Please give me a wedding candy first, Mr. Song."

"No." Song Yanqing dismissed her.

"I don't eat your candy for nothing, I will give you a big red envelope when the time comes."

Cheng Xuran looked at him troubledly, she never retracted her outstretched hand, she was a little stubborn, she didn't know why, but she suddenly wanted to eat a candy.

　No need to invite!Then all the wedding candies will be yours!They!of!

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