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"You stopped me when you came, were you afraid that I would attack Song Yanqing, or were you afraid that I would get hurt?"

This question was asked abruptly.

No beginning or end.

Lin Weizhen paused suddenly as she walked forward with her head down.

"What do you mean Song Huaijin?" She couldn't believe it, "What does this have to do with Song Yanqing?! Can you stop thinking so dirty!"

Song Huaijin looked into her eyes and smiled warmly after two seconds: "I'm sorry, I'm overthinking it, and you're not familiar with him."

For so many years.

What Lin Weizhen has learned to do is to whitewash peace.

No longer so sharp, no longer black and white.

Many things passed.

She didn't want to mention it again.

I can't afford to gamble a second time.

She just wants to live a peaceful life now. Even if she is unwilling to do so sometimes, she just misses her.

The water surface rippled and then calmed down again.

"Don't say such things to me again." Lin Weizhen walked forward quickly, the belt of her coat fluttering, and the look on her face turned away from Song Huaijin.

"Okay." Song Huaijin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and walked up to her calmly, "But Wei Zhen, husband and wife must be loyal."

"The price for betraying me..."

His hand rested on Lin Weizhen's shoulder, so gentle and yet so heavy.

The voice is intimate.

"You can't afford it."

In a small hotel.

Song Yanqing has already paid.

Grandma muttered something, young people are so impulsive now.

Cheng Xuran helped her clean up the hotel.

Song Yanqing stood there, at a loss for two seconds, and then tried to repair the table and chairs.

It still works.

"You weren't injured?" Cheng Jiaoxiao said to Song Yanqing, his tone inexplicably stiff.

"Look whether I beat him or he beat me." Song Yanqing.

"Tough talk." Cheng Jiaoxiao lowered his eyes and did not look at Qiao Ranyu. After a while, his face became a little cold and he put on his hat, "Then I will go back first. I have something to do at home." Song Yan cleared his knuckles and said, "Yeah."

Cheng Jiaoxiao walked around Qiao Ranyu, went upstairs and took out his coat, put it on, and then passed by.

Not a word was said from beginning to end.

Long time no see.

nor.

Qiao Ranyu stood there with no reaction, but her eyes were dry.

Soon he smiled lazily.

"Mother-in-law, you can rest, I'll do it."

It's all deserved.

"Is this your little girlfriend?" After seven years, she asked the same question again, but this time there was a lot less frivolity. Qiao Ranyu touched the cigarette and said, "It's so beautiful."

"Still chasing." Song Yanqing adjusted the chair and stool, his side face clean and smooth under the dim light, "Ask her if she agrees."

He laughed: "It's indeed pretty."

Cheng Xuran pinched Song Yanqing and warned him to speak up.

Qiao Ranyu lost her consciousness for a while and stretched out: "I'm really unlucky today. I'm so sleepy that my instant noodles are completely cold."

Song Yanqing said nothing.

He didn't want to get involved in her matter with Cheng Jiaoxiao.

What Qiao Ranyu did was indeed too much for Cheng Jiaoxiao.

After cleaning up the hotel, Song Yanqing sent Cheng Xuran home, put the hat on the back of her clothes on her head, and pressed it down.

On both sides of the road, the street lights were dim.

The road is long.

Song Yanqing was a little uncomfortable and suddenly said: "Lin Weizhen and my brother are getting married."

Cheng Xuran nodded.

"I have nothing to do with her."

Song Yanqing never said such things. It was annoying and unnecessary.

"You're explaining." Cheng Xuran bent his eyes like a crescent moon.

"I'm afraid you'll ignore me." He said quickly, looked at her, and then confessed.