Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Zhixin, you have forgotten, haven't you? So, where is she now, how is she doing, and what does it have to do with you?

At the dinner table, Song Zhi's mood is obviously not right.

He either ate one mouthful after another, or ate one mouthful after another. He was silent. On weekdays, it's not like this. Qi Pei soon saw that he was wrong.

He couldn't help looking at his son for a while and said, "Zhixin, is something wrong with the company?"

Song Zhixin seems to have been pulled back to his soul. He looks at Qi Pei blankly. After a while, he thinks of what she said.

Light should be a: "very normal."

"What are you thinking, not saying a word?" Qi Pei eyes still have doubts, "also don't take care of Yan Yan."

Zhong Xiuyan sits beside song Zhixin and hesitates to carry his soup bowl. Just as she touches her finger, song Zhixin puts down her chopsticks and says in a low voice, "something's wrong. Go out for a while."

Qi Pei frowned a little, stood up and called "Zhixin."

But song Zhixin didn't look back and walked out of the dining room firmly.

"What happened?" Qi Pei looks at Zhong Xiuyan.

Zhong Xiuyan was at a loss and nodded slightly. Her expression was a little sad. She was engaged to him, but she never knew him. He never opened his world to her and let her in.

Today, he gave her his mobile phone to get a screen saver. He thought it was the progress of the relationship.

But the next second, he pushed her away.

The car is open and galloping on the highway. The wind blows so that there is no temperature on the body. But song Zhixin doesn't mean to close the car at all.

Wearing Bluetooth, he quietly listened to the other party's report: "Miss Zheng is currently working as a clerk in a trading company, studying accounting in an evening school, and performing Mermaid in underwater world on weekends. Besides, she works part-time in a performance company. "

"Which evening school?" Song Zhixin whispered.

"All round night school."

Song Zhixin was about to hang up when he thought of something and asked, "why does she hold so many posts?"

"Song Shao, you just said that you wanted the latest situation of Miss Zheng. I'll check the rest right away."

"Well." Song Zhixin answered.

In front, the night is thick. Song Zhixin's car, with full power, rushes into the night like a leopard.

***

once the bell rings, the course of the day ends.

Demi put her scarf around her neck and was packing her books when a handsome looking man came up to him. With a book in his hand, he is Xu Dongsheng, a night school teacher. About 30 years old, wearing gold rimmed glasses, very gentle.

His classmates were greeting him one by one, but his eyes always fell on Demi.

Demi packed up her books, stuffed them into her big satchel, raised her eyes, and when she saw Xu Dongsheng, she chuckled: "teacher Xu."

With a smile, Xu Dongsheng looked at her and said, "Amy, don't you have an umbrella with you? It's drizzling outside

After Demi left the hospital, she rushed to school. Although it was raining at that time, it was very small, so she didn't care any more.

At this time, as if just heard the sound of rain outside the window, the next is bigger than before.

"It's OK. The bus stop is just outside the school gate." Demi was about to leave with her bag. "Goodbye, Miss Xu."

"Amy." Xu Dongsheng kept up with her,

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