Madam, president loves you secrectly

Just listen to the familiar voice, with a shiver: "Junxiao, I, I... Have seen that car."

Song Manxi clearly remembers that he remembers the car. In the depths of his memory, somewhere, at a time. I've seen it.

But because it was too vague and unfamiliar, and I didn't pay much attention at that time, that little bit of knowledge surged up, and a little bit of depression went down. Last time I saw it in the newspaper, this time, it was in reality.

Reality is more shocking than pictures.

At the moment, she didn't take why Jun Xiao appeared here as a problem, didn't care about the embarrassment naturally formed when two people get along, but spoke in a familiar and habitual tone, took his hand and said her own guess.

Just like those barriers that once existed in T city did not exist, and those injuries in T city did not have.

The two people seem to have returned to seven years ago. At that time, because they met again after a long separation, they were not very familiar at that time. In her heart, his identity was entirely the identity of her brother. Therefore, when she spoke, she also treated brother Junxiao and brother Junlin with the attitude of dealing with those brothers at home.

I remember once she had some quarrels with her parents. She quarreled fiercely. At 9 p.m., she ran out of her house because she had no place to go and didn't bring money. She thought that her parents would go to Jun's house to find herself, and her teachers and classmates would be called to explode. Finally, she had to find Jun Xiao, who had moved away from Jun's house at that time.

She remembered that the day was very dark, dark and oppressive.

Later, there was a light rain and a cool wind. She had been standing on the eaves of Junxiao's brother and grandmother's rental house, waiting for Junxiao to go home from work outside.

Because of the rain, under the street lamp, those flying insects and mosquitoes kept turning around her. She was stung very gently at that time.

The whole person squatted down and curled up in the corner until she was at the end of the dark street. When the umbrella holder returned at night, she immediately stood up and shouted, "brother Junxiao."

At that time, Jun Xiao's performance was of course very shocked. There was a flash of doubt at the bottom of his eyes. He didn't speak, and his expression didn't change. He just quietly accelerated his pace towards her.

Later, he looked at her condescending with a calm expression, but song Manxi knew that from his eyes, it could be seen that brother Junxiao was thinking about all the things that might happen to her. Under the street lamp, his thin lips opened slightly, but before he could speak, song Manxi grabbed his arm.

With a little coquettish and pleading tone, she first smiled and stopped talking.

Jun Xiao moved his umbrella in her direction to block the raindrops from outside, and his whole body was used to block her at the same time. At that time, the two people were very close, but at that time, neither of them seemed to want anything.

Jun Xiao looked at her tangled appearance and said a word coldly: "speak."

Song Manxi still smiled at him and scratched his hair: "this, that... Cough, I... I really have no place to go. Brother Junxiao, you've been pestering you before... No, no, for the sake of childhood sweethearts in my previous life and no afterlife, you can give me a bed. Half of it is OK. And I haven't eaten. I'm hungry."