Kiss You, Sweetheart

She takes song Zhixin's arm and smiles gently. It's very beautiful. Demi just turned her eyes on Song Zhixin.

But in a flash, I was shocked. Just warm body by warm water, instant was taken away the temperature. It seemed as if it had suddenly snowed heavily. She was bare handed and barefoot, too cold to be placed.

Song Zhixin greets people, and his mouth turns slightly up, smiling with some evil spirits. That's his usual expression. It seems that he is very amiable to anyone.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker with a high collar and large sunglasses on his face, which reflected a dazzling light from the sun.

A man who had been away for six years, so unprepared, broke into his sight.

Demi's mind is frozen.

"Amy, make up." Huo Chun said softly in her ear.

Demi didn't have any reaction. She was lost in her drooping eyes.

At this time, song Zhixin slightly raised his head, their eyes met in the air, song Zhixin's smile froze on his lips, and then quickly disappeared.

He slowly took off the sunglasses, deep vision, a cold.

Finally, he and she, in this unguarded situation, met.

Demi blinked slightly, but after a few seconds, her eyes were a little dry and sour. The cold wind was blowing her long curly hair slightly. She hooked them with her hand and pinned them behind her ears.

Huo Chun subconsciously around her shoulder, Guan asked: "what's the matter?"

Demi gently pulled the corners of her mouth, her expression has returned to calm: "it's OK, let's go in."

Then, without looking at Song Zhixin, he turned around and went into the room with Huo chun to make up.

Under the terrace, song Zhixin's expression has become completely cold. Hanging on the side of the hand, micro clenched into a fist.

More natural and unrestrained, a word also did not have, so the stranger ran turned to leave. A woman who has been thinking about her for six years, he is like a stranger in her heart.

No one can compare with her.

Song Zhixin coldly closed his eyes, and Zhong Xiuyan's concerned voice came from his ear: "Zhixin, are you very cold?"

His body was shaking slightly.

Song Zhixin didn't speak. His eyes became colder when he opened them. There are guests coming to greet him, but without saying a word, he pulls Zhong Xiuyan into the room and shakes the embarrassment of the guest's face.

This has never happened before.

It's not surprising to say that Bo Jiayan is the face of a person. But this is song Zhixin. He never sweeps the face of others in public.

Zhong Xiuyan also thinks that he is very wrong, but she has no courage to ask.

After Song Zhixin paid his respects to Mrs. Ning, he stayed in a corner of the reception hall, did not talk to others, and did not pay attention to the greetings from others.

Zhongxiuyan some uneasy accompany in his side, several times want to ask, but looking at his cold face, want to talk and stop.

He smokes one by one, sucks hard and spits deeply.

In his heart, there was a deep sense of frustration.

It turned out that he was the only one who never forgot. Demi's indifference turned around, hitting his heart again and again, and it hurt.

The makeup artist took the paint and brushed it gently on Demi's face. Stage makeup is very thick, but it's not delicate enough. However, Demi has a good foundation. No matter how she is changed, she won't look vulgar, even with such rich stage makeup.