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Chapter 160 Fortunately I Met You Two Years Ago
Song Xixi: "...How about, I have a friend who owns a gym, and I'm asking for you? If you have the ability to go to the gym, you should be able to live financially and in good shape."

Zhou Tong: "Okay, okay, there is someone suitable for you to introduce to me, Xixi, you must save me in dire straits!"

After a while, Zhou Tong sent a sneak photo: "This, my aunt introduced..."

Song Xixi saw the photo. The man in the photo had dyed yellow hair, a cigarette in his mouth, and several rings on his finger on the table. He looked about 30 years old.

Song Xixi swallowed her saliva, and quickly raised her head to look at Tang Zhihuan's side face. The jaw line was clear, and the facial features were cold. Everything was pleasing to the eye, and she felt much more comfortable.

Song Xixi: "I'll help you ask my friend."

Zhou Tong didn't send any more messages, probably because he was dealing with today's blind date who killed Matt.

Song Xixi contacted Yu Cha, introduced Zhou Tong's situation to Yu Cha, sent a photo of Zhang Zhoutong's life, and asked her to ask Shi Yixiao if there was anyone suitable to introduce to Zhou Tong.

"Fortunately, I met you two years ago, otherwise Zhou Tong would be me at that time." Song Xixi rubbed his heart, suddenly feeling very lucky.

Tang Zhihuan looked at her and smiled, but remained silent without speaking.

After dinner, Tang Zhihuan and Song Xixi were ready to go home, Xia Chuyang and Tang Nianxi also bid farewell to Tang's mother.

Xia Chuyang's car was in front, and Song Xixi was sitting in the passenger seat, her eyes fell on the car in front: "Why do I feel that Nianxi and Xia Chuyang are weird?"

The man said silently: "Xia Chuyang has liked Nianxi since she was a child. Since Nianxi chose to marry him, she naturally has her plans. What's more, marriage is a matter between two people. The involvement of others will only make them more and more chaotic."

Song Xixi nodded, leaning slightly against the car window, his eyes flicked over the bustling traffic, and then at the man driving seriously, he felt that the years were peaceful.

Soon, the car was parked in the parking lot of the community, Tang Zhihuan got out of the car, led Song Xixi into the building of the community with the light on his mobile phone, and when he got home, Tang Zhihuan went to the bathroom to fill the water so that Song Xixi could take a bath.

In the bedroom, there was already a stack of morning reading story books on the bedside table, all of which Tang Zhihuan bought online.

Song Xixi came out of the shower, and Tang Zhihuan had already taken a shower in the guest room. Seeing that her hair was wet wrapped in a towel, she said, "Sit on the sofa, and I'll help you dry your hair."

The man went into the bathroom. The heat in the bathroom had not yet dissipated, and there was still a light fragrance of shower gel. Tang Zhihuan's glasses fogged up as soon as he entered, and his whole body was wrapped in a wave of heat.

He took off his glasses with one hand and held them between his fingers, and took out the hair dryer.

He pulled a paper towel from the bedside table to dry off the fog on his glasses before he came over to blow-dry Song Xixi's hair.

The hair dryer was humming, Song Xixi's hair was not long, and before the May Day holiday, she and Yu Cha made a shoulder-length braid of the same style as her best friend, and also dyed the newly grown hair on the top of her head sorrel. dark brown.

The man's hand ran through her hair, gentle and patient.

After drying, Tang Zhihuan put the hair dryer back in the bathroom, and Song Xixi was already lying on the bed.

Tang Zhihuan took off his shoes and lay on the bed. Song Xixi lay in his arms naturally. The man took a storybook and spread it out in front of Song Xixi.

As soon as the book was turned, Song Xixi yawned.

"..."

Song Xixi patted her face in embarrassment, trying to stay awake: "Okay, okay, it was a mistake just now, let's start talking."

Tang Zhihuan coughed, and his cold voice was deliberately softened, much like the clear spring water in the mountains: "Today, Dad will tell you a story about a little white rabbit. The story happened in the forest..."

After Tang Zhihuan finished speaking, he glanced at Song Xixi in his arms, a few chestnut hair stood up, his face was fair and clean, his eyelashes twinkled, and then he tilted his head to meet his gaze.

"The speech was not bad today, the voice is very nice, but when you learn the dialogue, it can be more vivid, like in "Pig Peppa" is almost the same."

(End of this chapter)