The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 316 Shall I Marry You as My Wife?
Song Zhen lowered her head and reached out to pick up the jade pendant she tied around her neck.

The fat white jade is crystal clear and white, its luster is like condensed oil, and its tentacles are delicate and moist.

The whole body is round, with auspicious cloud patterns carved on it, simple and generous, suitable for men and women.

These are not the most important, the most important thing is that Yu Jiqian has been warmed up for nearly 20 years.

"My mother hung this around my neck when I was born. I have been wearing it since I was born until I entered the entertainment industry. My grandfather is a master of jade. It is said that this piece was polished by the seed material he personally fished from the Jade River under the Kunlun Mountains. Cheng, my mother married my father, and my grandfather polished the seed material into several pieces of jade, and this is one of them. Although it is not particularly expensive, it is extremely rare."

Hearing what she said, this piece of jade obviously meant a lot to her. Song Zhen was about to raise his hand, but Ji Qian held it down.

"Don't take it off, Song Zhen, you are my most important person, I can only be happy if you are well." She looked at him solemnly.

Just as he was worried about her safety, similarly, in her heart, the greatest wish was for him to be safe and happy.

Hearing this, he cupped her face and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you."

He himself had forgotten about his birthday, but she had to think about it.

And the gift she gave was just like her heart, solemn and sincere, which filled his whole heart.

He really didn't know what to say other than touching and loving.

"Wrong." She pushed him away and reminded angrily, staring at his face.

Thinking of the agreement between the two, he laughed.

"Wrong." She said again.

He embraced her with his long arms and hugged her tightly, "I miss you."

She pursed her lips in satisfaction, and then heard him say: "I really miss you, and I have already started thinking about you before we parted."

Ji Qian's heart skipped a beat, she was amazed at his straightforward expression of emotion.

The occasional confession of the sullen Song Zhen always makes her heart tremble.

"I'll miss you too." She took the initiative to tighten their embrace.

Just then, the phone rang.

Song Zhen's job is to keep in touch 24 hours a day, so he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly picked up his phone to watch.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qian was a little anxious for fear of another bloody incident.

A smile gradually appeared on Song Zhen's face, and his expression softened. Ji Qian was surprised and asked again.

Putting down the phone, Song Zhen pinched her cheek sideways, "Qin Feng's operation was very successful, the intracranial congestion has been cleaned up, and now he is transferred to the intensive care unit."

"Really!" Ji Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said with emotion: "That's great, God bless."

"Well, can I sleep in peace now?"

Ji Qian smiled, "Yes."

Qin Feng's physique, as long as he survives the operation, basically there will be no problem.

This frightening day is finally coming to an end.

Closing her eyes, smelling the reassuring breath of Song Zhen, Ji Qian finally let go of the big stone in her heart and let herself fall asleep.

A night without dreams.

Waking up in the morning, the side of the bed was empty.

Ji Qian took the phone and checked the time. It was already 7:[-], and she didn't need to take pictures, so she fell asleep confidently, and Song Zhen didn't even call her.

Picking up the slippers, she stretched herself, then opened the door and walked outside.

It was only 7:[-], and the sunshine in City G was already very strong.

The morning sun slanted into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, coating the black and white furnishings in the room with a layer of gold, which looked warm and beautiful.

"Are you up?" Song Zhen's voice came from behind.

She turned her head and looked, and Song Zhen came out of the kitchen with two bowls in her hand. She had long legs and feet, but she arrived at the dining table within a few steps.

"Come and have breakfast." The man was tall and tall, standing in front of the dining table, holding the back of the chair, turning his head slightly and calling her.

There was a deep glint in his eyes on the monstrous face, obviously there was no sunlight shining there, but she felt that his eyes seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, which was indescribably warm.

Standing in the living room, she suddenly bent her lips and smiled, her brows and eyes filled with a light and happy smile, and then she watched Song Zhen approaching her step by step.

"Stupid?" he asked.

She raised her eyes and looked at him without blinking, "I just feel so happy."

"Satisfied without eating?" He reached out and scratched her nose.

She wrinkled her nose, showed a cat-like lazy expression, and hugged him with her arms, "Just staying together like this makes me very happy, really, very happy."

"Really?" Song Zhen lowered his head, deliberately rubbing his cheek against her delicate face.

The cheeks that had just been shaved were slightly prickly, and Ji Qian immediately shrank her neck from itching and giggled.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, trying to grab his beard to keep him from moving around, but her hand was empty, and then realized belatedly, Song Zhen... shaved.

Looking at the hand that she didn't catch anything, she flattened her mouth, "It's over, Comrade Song has become brother Song, I'm not used to it, what should I do?"

Song Zhen grabbed her hand, rubbed it on his face, and said with a smile, "Does sister Xiao Ji like it?"

Ji Qian pursed her lips, unable to hold back the joy overflowing from her heart, tiptoed and kissed the corner of his mouth, then quickly turned and ran towards the dining table.

In a blink of an eye, she had already sat down solemnly, "If you don't eat any more, it will get cold, come here."

The corners of Song Zhen's lips curled up uncontrollably, walked over, and then sat down opposite her.

There were two bowls of porridge, two fried eggs, bacon, butter and bread on the table.

When Ji Qian saw the yellow and white fried egg with complete shape, her eyes lit up. Then she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and tasted it. It was soft and delicious.

"Brother Xiao Song, your craftsmanship is so good, can I take you home as a wife?" She was stirring the porridge, looking at him with joy in her eyes.

Song Zhen methodically spread butter on the bread, then put bacon and fried eggs on it, put it on a plate and pushed it in front of her, and then changed her plate in front of him.

"How is it, brother Song?"

Song Zhen raised her eyelids and glanced at the bread in front of her. The implication was obvious: Can't you eat it?
Ji Qian lowered her head and chuckled, and took the breakfast plate in front of him again, spread butter on it, added bacon and fried eggs, then pushed it over for him, raised her eyebrows and said: "Reciprocity, now Brother Xiao Song Can you answer me?"

Song Zhen laughed and shook her head, she was dishonest even after breakfast.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? Don't you want to? Ah, I'm so sorry..." She pouted, looking a little melancholy, then seemed to think of something, rolled her eyes, moved forward, and asked: "Then shall I marry you as your daughter-in-law? Will you support me?"

Her eyes are shining, very energetic.

Song Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and she was caught in her eyes.

"It's just that you play a lot, eat quickly." He reached out and slapped her on the forehead with a chestnut.

She was in pain, and immediately shrank back, and said aggrievedly: "I am so beautiful and beautiful, but you can do it..."

Knowing that she was faking it, Song Zhen was thinking about whether he had really hit hard?Feeling really distressed in my heart, I stretched out my hand to touch the center of her eyebrows without thinking.

But she grabbed his hand, with a fox-like smile on her lips, but her eyes seemed to be shining with silver light, she was extremely wronged, "It hurts...but if you promise me, I won't hurt anymore."

This trick is so childish that it can compete with kindergarten children.

She stared at him intently, her brows raised slightly, as if she was looking forward to his answer.

Even a joke, she is very serious.

For a long time, just when she thought that Song Zhen, a boring gourd, would not care about her silly games, who knew that she heard him solemnly answer——

"My heart is very happy."

Four words, simple and concise.

Not loudly, but with that sexy and provocative voice, word by word fell into her heart.

The smile on her face widened suddenly, and then she bared her teeth and smiled sweetly.

Finally, she lowered her head to drink the porridge, trying to bury her head in the bowl.

So happy, she was almost happy to die.

While drinking porridge, she felt as if she was about to drown in happiness.

Her heart was beating again and again, as if reminding her that this was not an illusion, but reality.

"Silly girl." His big palm couldn't help but landed on the top of her head, rubbed it lightly twice, and then let her bury her head in her breakfast.

Does being with the one you love seem to make you look silly?

Song Zhen couldn't help but bent his lips and smiled, the porridge, which obviously had no sugar added, tasted sweet even after he drank it.

(End of this chapter)