Kiss You, Sweetheart

"You feel guilty, don't you dare to look at me."

Demi pursed her lips slightly, her eyes still wandering elsewhere: "I'm just telling the truth. I said I didn't want to destroy your family."

"Do I have a wife? Where do I come from?" Song Zhixin's voice became colder and colder. Looking at Demi's escape, he reached out and pulled her sharp chin. "Are you Refuse me to sleep by your side

Demi slipped her throat and explained, "you really misunderstood..."

"Then shut up." Song Zhixin cold Zizi said, with a sense of hegemony, "I will not only sleep here tonight, tomorrow night, after night, this half a year, I will sleep here."

Demi: --

Is he going to "sleep" her back with interest?

Song Zhixin looked at her face with interest. His fingers gently slid her smooth face: "I'm afraid you're afraid at night. The opposite is the hospital. There's a morgue..."

Demi suddenly knocked off his hand, a little laughing, this naive man.

Did she forget what career she had been in and fear the morgue?

"You can live as you like. This is your house. No one has the right to drive you away."

"Just know." With an arrogant smile, song Zhixin put down his chopsticks and walked away, "wash the dishes!"

Demi: --

It's more and more convenient to call people.

After eating, song Zhixin sat on the sofa and watched TV, just like a real young master. Demi washes the dishes and sets the table in the kitchen like a real housewife.

She picked up those and walked towards the door with the thermos.

"I've sent food to Dad."

Song Zhixin picked up the remote control board, turned off the TV, got up and walked towards her, and said, "let's go together."

Surprised, Demi instinctively refused, "no way."

Those two words are very simple. Song Zhixin's face is not good-looking all of a sudden. His cold eyes narrowed slightly: "why, I'm afraid your father will see it."

Yes, but Demi was not stupid enough to admit it, so she found a reason: "that Aren't you still in your pajamas? You are a character. If you meet a reporter on the street, it's not good to take a picture and upload it. "

"I'm not handsome in pajamas?" Song Da Shao straightened his chest.

Demi: --

It's very handsome. It's very handsome in everything.

It seems that he is determined to follow her to the hospital. Demi had to say, "if you really want to go again, can you not go into the ward? Can you understand me?"

Looking at the pleading eyes in Demi's eyes, song Zhixin was no longer unhappy and did not embarrass her any more, but he still smelled a little unhappy.

I don't speak. I just open the door and go out without waiting for Demi.

This man, sometimes as stingy as a child.

At eight o'clock, the community is shrouded in the night. Tonight, the moonlight is bright and light. The path in the garden is fragrant with flowers. Along the way, the two did not speak, and occasionally came across the residents who came out for a walk after dinner.

Demi, holding the thermos in both hands, has been following song Zhixin, and they walk a little distance.

Hospital on the opposite side of the road, two people out of the community, standing in front of the traffic lights, with the flow of people across the road. The night wind was cold, and Demi subconsciously closed her collar. At this moment, song Zhixin, who stopped suddenly, gently grabbed her waist branch