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"Don't worry about it!" she yelled low. She opened her body and was about to go out.

With a breath.

In addition to those four words, it seems that Junlin is regarded as a transparent person.

But the boy who was roared into a circle didn't think much. He held the carton in one hand and stretched out to grab her wrist in the other.

"It's so late and the temperature is low. Don't go out. You can talk to your aunt about anything."

Inexplicably, song Qianqian, who was angry, shook off his imprisoned hand with more force.

She took back the tears from her eyes, sucked her nose and showed a sneer.

"Oh, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to take care of my affairs?"

Through the night, those eyes stared straight at the person in front of him, without waves and waves, as if he was an insignificant person.

In fact, Junlin especially hates her looking at him like a stranger.

"I just think it's too late. It's not safe for you to go out alone."

"My safety is my own. Is there nothing for the young master of your family to do? Run to my song's house all day?"

Every word pierces the heart, without a trace of backup.

He gave song Manxi the gift he gave her. She knew that the greeting card he sent was sent along with song Manxi's gift.

So she didn't think about it. She didn't even open it, so she threw all four or five gifts into the dustbin.

"Today is new year's Eve. I bought some beautiful fireworks from abroad and specially came to accompany you."

He explained, but this explanation made song Qianqian despise it more.

"Oh? Childe Junlin knows that it's new year's Eve. He doesn't accompany the countdown of the number of people at home."

"Instead, come to my song's house to accompany us? Or do you come to accompany sissy for this reason?"

"Look at me, I forgot all of a sudden. Aunt Yao has such a good relationship with her aunt. Of course, it's most important for you to accompany sissy."

When she spoke, her face was expressionless, even cold.

But she made no secret of her dislike of King's landing.

"I never thought about it. Why do you guess so."

"Did I guess?" Song Qianqian raised a little cold eyes to stare at him. Finally, it seemed that he didn't even want to see it again.

He opened his eyes sideways.

"Forget it, Quan should be my own guess. I'm sorry, Mr. Junlin. My sister is eating in there. You have to wait for her to watch the fireworks. You have to wait for her to finish the meal?"

She took back all her breath and wanted to pass him.

But the wrist was caught by King's landing again.

His breath was a little low, but he summoned up his courage: "No."

Song Qianqian looked impatient and just wanted to break open his hand as soon as possible.

But he whispered, "No."

"I'm not here to accompany sissy. I came to see you."

In the night light, song Qianqian's eyes jumped slightly.

Just listen to him go on.

"I came here specially to watch fireworks with you. Sister shallow, I want to accompany you, not sissy."

Shocked, after a great shock, she immediately regained her senses.

"Are you kidding?" she shook his hand again.

A really super funny cold joke.

"No, I'm not kidding. I'm serious. When I came to the Song family, the person I wanted to see was never sissy, but you."