Kiss You, Sweetheart

However, Amy, there's a lot of money for renting a house, but it's not appropriate to let a girl live in a hospital. "

Demi was silent.

"Try to rent something cheaper." Li Xin said in a low voice, in a tone of a little less than heart.

The daughter has been missing since she was a child and lacks maternal love. When she came back more than ten years later, she still had to bear such a heavy family, which made her feel very sad. So there's no objection to Demi renting.

"Thank you, mom." Demi smiles.

She knows that her family are very tough people, so she is not worried that Li Xin will not allow her to move out because of the cost of renting a house.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of your father." Li Xin picked up the thermos and pulled up the noodles. Zheng Yangfan said, "Xiao Fan, today, I'm going to take care of my father with my mother. The hospital is quiet. Please review your lessons. "

Zheng Yangfan nodded, took the book and Li Xin left.

Demi quietly eats up the noodles, cleans up the kitchen, and then turns on the phone to song Zhixin.

It's cold in the early morning of winter.

Because of the temperature difference, let the window covered with a layer of white fog. Song Zhixin was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone. After a while in a trance, I found myself sleeping in the car all night.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he flipped it and saw the name of "love" flashing. His drowsiness dissipated and he answered the phone in a hurry, but he didn't say a word.

Demi waited for two seconds. Without speaking, song Zhixin asked, "I'll wait for you in my apartment."

"Well."

Doo, Demi's hanging fast.

Song Zhixin took a deep breath, but her voice was still cold. In the heart, sour some uncomfortable.

He pulled down the light shield and looked in the mirror. Around the lips, there are green stubble, look a bit haggard.

Demi thinks song Zhixin won't be here for at least an hour, so she hasn't changed her pajamas yet. She's wearing an apron and cleaning the living room. As soon as the rag was wrung dry, the door was pushed open, and a cold wind poured in. Song Zhixin stood at the door with his hair a little messy.

Looking at his rare, slovenly appearance, Demi was startled.

He came so fast?

Or was he downstairs when she called?

But why didn't you even shave? He is song Shao who loves neatness most.

Demi was staring at him with a rag. She came to her step by step. Her eyes were less cold and sharp than those of last night, but more melancholy.

"So fast?" Demi gave a smile.

Song Zhixin didn't answer, just looked at her.

"You wait for me." Demi puts the rag on the coffee table and turns to the master bedroom.

She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, took the card with 600000 yuan in it out of her purse, walked into the living room and handed it to song Zhixin, with a calm look: "this card has 600000 yuan, and the code is my birthday."

Song Zhixin is a little bright. She raised 600000 yuan overnight?

He thought that money could embarrass her, but She solved his problem so easily.

Ignoring the expression on Song Zhixin's face, Demi continued: "I'll go out to look for a house and try to move out tomorrow. Please allow me another day. I don't know... "

Before she finished, she was hugged by song Zhixin and strongly kisses her. But Demi, as if prepared, kept her lips closed, just not letting him in.