Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 179 You are a good match

Afterwards, Si Zhengting closed the book and put it back on the shelf. While taking the hot tea in her hand, the curling smoke from the mouth of the teacup blurred his outline. The sweetness slowly lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the taste was not bad. He hooked his lips, and his voice was a little cool after moistening his throat, "What's your relationship with the man in the photo?"

For the first time, Song Xiaolin thought he heard it wrong.

After all, a man who had known her for less than 10 minutes was asking her about another man. It always sounded weird.

Xu Shi had waited for too long and did not hear her answer, so he asked in a calm voice, "When was this photo taken for you? Teenage? Twenty? How old is this man?"

Sentence by sentence, like checking account.

This made her feel suddenly depressed, and this stuffy air has been stuck in the chest cavity, unable to go up or down, like a ball of wool knotted into a ball, the more it is pulled, the more it becomes messy, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Song Xiaolin's face turned cold, and his tone was full of displeasure: "After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to say something, because you are Si Zhengchen's brother and you are also a guest, so I try to respect you, but this is not It means that you can do whatever you want, not to mention that we didn't know each other half an hour ago, do you think these questions you are asking me now are appropriate? I don't think it should be appropriate?"

Although she didn't look aggressive, the meaning was clearly expressed.

Hearing this, Si Zhengting's expression remained calm, he raised the corners of his lips lowly, raised an imperceptible arc slightly, apologetic, "Sorry, I was the one who was abrupt just now." He couldn't tell how sincere he was, and finally, he took a sip of hot tea, chuckled, and said for the first time, "You are a good match, very good match."

It can be said that there is no one before or after, and it is shocking and weeping ghosts and gods.

In an instant, there was only a blank in her mind, but she only felt that the iron chain that had locked her heart was suddenly broken.

The long-lost heartbeat.

No one has ever said that 17-year-old Song Xiaolin and 22-year-old Lu Jingyan are a good match.

But now, eight years have passed.

For eight full years, it is the eight years of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

She finally got her wish and waited for a belated match.

It's a pity that these words came from the mouth of a man who was full of sternness.

I always feel a little regretful.

Because she didn't know whether he meant something, and she couldn't guess what kind of attitude he had behind those words, which was elusive like through the gradually dissipating smoke.

Song Xiaolin raised his head and stared straight at Si Zhengting, as if he wanted to pry into his heart, to see how meticulous his thoughts were, to see what medicine he wanted to sell in his gourd, and even to see his What color is the blood.

She thought, for such a murderous demon, his blood must be black.

He always has a lofty posture, dark eyes, terribly cold, for no reason, it makes people feel as if he is stared into the abyss, he has the primitive predatory heart of a beast, and looks at the prey falling into him with indifference and enjoyment In the trap, watching them gradually lose their struggles, and finally they can only be caught with nothing, tamed by him, and recognized as king.

The air was briefly quiet for a few seconds.

Si Zhengting gently shook the teacup in his hand, and smiled very easy-going, "Thank you for the hot tea, it's delicious, I like it very much, but I just don't know if I will have a chance to drink it again next time? "

Inside and outside the words, he hinted very clearly.

Song Xiaolin suddenly felt relieved.

Two weeks ago, she witnessed his killing process.

It's like a hidden secret.

He certainly won't let her go easily.

But maybe it's not a question of letting go or not letting go.

As Si Zhengchen said, Si Zhengting has been strategizing in the business world all year round. He is an invincible general. It is too easy for such a person not to let her go.

But he didn't.

Faintly, she always felt that he could gain something from her.

But here, what exactly is it?

"Why isn't Miss Song talking anymore?"

Song Xiaolin withdrew his thoughts and forced a smile: "I still have some tea here, you can take it back."

In a word, all the attitudes before and after are fully posed.

Si Zhengting naturally understood what she meant, but he was not angry either. He pulled the cuff of his suit slightly, and glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist. His expression was still indifferent. After that, he finished the hot tea in one gulp. , the cup bottomed out, put it on the table, with a half-smile, "Miss Song, my brother likes you very much, I treat you like a younger brother and sister."

"..." Brother and sister?
The corner of her mouth couldn't help twitching: "Si Zhengchen and I are just friends."

He smiled, disapproving, "Who can say clearly about the future? Right? There will be a period later, Miss Song."

That smile was like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue, with malicious intentions.

She nodded politely, with a half-hearted smile: "Well, there will be a period later."

The next second, he got up and left, looking for Si Zhengchen.

Song Xiaolin was left standing alone.

Clenching her fingers tighter and tighter, she suddenly looked down at the photo, and gradually became dazed.

The green and white colors are extremely clear in the field of vision.

It's a good match.

Fits well.

can you?

At that time, were she and Lu Jingyan really a good match?

But why is it a good match, but you have to miss it?
A little bit of moisture slowly climbed up the eye sockets, extremely sour.

But she only forgot that just thinking about it can make her eyes turn red. In this invisible battlefield filled with gunpowder, she has already lost a complete mess.

But after realizing it, taking advantage of the trace of rationality in her mind, she finally realized a problem faintly.

Si Zhengting seems to be particularly concerned about Lu Jingyan?
Or maybe, she was just worrying too much.

***
After Si Zhengting left, only Song Xiaolin and Si Zhengchen were left in the big room.

He looked at this new world chirping like a newborn bird.

"It turns out that Beicheng is really different from France."

"What is this? I have never seen it in France."

"Is this edible?"

"..."

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore: "Si Zhengchen, you are so noisy."

He was aggrieved, like a pitiful Labrador with drooping ears, "I've never been to Beicheng, this is the first time, don't be angry, I won't make a fuss."

She snorted coldly: "Stop singing, you can act instead."

He really took it seriously: "Can I?"

"..."

The temperature in Beicheng is pleasant, looking out of the window, it is verdant.

Si Zhengchen looked up with a big smile, and the bright sunshine in front of him was nothing more than that. He said flatteringly, "Little Lin, you can stay with me for a day."

(End of this chapter)