Madam, president loves you secrectly

Her indifference, randomness and indifference make Junlin look like the air. Although she can be there all the time, no one will deliberately notice his existence.

"Excuse me." the first two words of song Qianqian are even more blunt.

After a meal at Junlin, his right foot retreated first, and then his body retreated completely. He didn't continue to stop her. Song Qianqian lowered his eyes and walked out.

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These days, in addition to going to have an opinion with Wen Ru, she has been at sister Yi's house. At the same time, she hesitated to move out of sister Yi's house, but she was worried that no matter where she moved, it seemed useless.

Because of King's landing, I have fully known her whereabouts.

Every evening, the figure of Junlin will appear downstairs at sister Yi's house on time, and he doesn't come up. Occasionally, song Qianqian goes downstairs to pour garbage and bumps into him, and he doesn't come to chat up.

Song Qianqian struggled every time, walked tremblingly past him and went upstairs. There was no eye to eye between the two.

From the evening to the next morning, his car will be there. Song Qianqian gets up several times at night and gently opens the curtains to see the red spots in the Bentley.

During the day, when song Qianqian sent Alan to school, Junlin's car disappeared.

For several days in a row, Alan also found something. On the morning song Qianqian sent him to school, he asked, "Mommy, does the uncle who always waits downstairs know mommy?"

Song Qianqian took little Alan's hand and paused, but he didn't hide: "yes, it's someone Mommy knows."

"Then I think he is a good man." little Alan suddenly made a comment, but his childish voice seemed a little unreliable.

"Alan, you don't know that uncle well. How do you know he's a good man?" Song Qianqian asked him. "You can't judge a person by his appearance. You can't see people's hearts for a long time. Therefore, Alan, don't easily believe the words of strangers, let alone go with strangers."

Little Alan didn't understand what was in front of him, but he knew that mommy was reminding him not to trust strangers.

"But Mommy, the uncle came to school to see me. He also brought a lot of food to the children. What's important is that he is still the uncle of Xiaochu."

Song Qianqian suddenly stopped walking with Alan, frowned and squatted down, holding little Alan: "Alan, if he asks you to go with him, you must not go with him, or if you want to take you to eat something, you must not go, okay?"

"Why? He is Xiaochu's uncle. Xiaochu is very good, and Xiaochu's uncle must be very good." little Alan, with a pair of ignorant big eyes, doesn't agree with song Qianqian very much.

"Did you listen to Mommy? Did you listen to what Mommy said?" Song Qianqian sank his face, and his tone suddenly became serious. Little Alan bowed his head and cried big tears.

But stubbornly unwilling to look up.

Song Qianqian only felt a pain in his heart. He pulled him over and held him in his arms and gently patted him on the back: "Alan, Mommy, this is also for you."

King's landing has always been crazy. In order to achieve her goal by all means, she has not suffered from him once or twice.

Who knows what tricks he wants to use now, perhaps to revenge her deception and betrayal, and what he can't do.

It's better to take precautions than to be unprepared at all.

But such days were longer. Song Qianqian always felt that the roles between her and Junlin had changed, because she inadvertently paid attention to her several times. Junlin looked at her eyes many times and was sad.

She could see the gloom in his eyes, but she could not see his melancholy.

Junlin, however, tried to control herself not to disturb her life and Alan every time. He just went to the international school several times in private in the name of xiaonianchu to send gifts to Alan and other children.

At first, little Alan thought about song Qianqian's advice and didn't get too close to Junlin. Later, because Xiao Nianchu asked him to go over, he still got along with Junlin naturally and happily.

Just careful not to let song Qianqian know.

This night, more than nine o'clock.

Song Qianqian stood in front of sister Yi's window and gently opened a corner of the window. He didn't let the king's landing downstairs notice. At the same time, in the depressed environment, his eyes looked downstairs.

"Yue'er, tell your sister honestly, is the person under this building your ex boyfriend?" sister Yi understood in her heart and said a little thoroughly.

Song Qianqian noticed that sister Yi came over behind him, slightly loosened her hand, and a corner of the curtain hung down to block the king's presence outside.

Song Qianqian went to the bed and sat down: "I almost forgot what happened five years ago."

"Really forget?" sister Yi asked.

Song Qianqian sighed: "we must forget."

"But people don't have to forget. I think there must be you in that handsome boy's heart. Otherwise, he won't wait downstairs for so many days rain or shine. Love is really enviable."

Song Qianqian shook his head: "there are some things I can't explain clearly. Sister Yi, I'll see if Alan brushed his teeth. I'm going to coax him to sleep."

She found a good excuse and went to the door without waiting for sister Yi's answer. Sister Yi went to make up a sentence: "the forecast says that there will be a heavy rain later."

Song Qianqian was stunned. He didn't understand what she meant. He just nodded to show that he knew. Then he went to Alan's room.

It was more than ten minutes later to coax little Alan. Song Qianqian closed the story book, took down the small car held by little Alan and put it aside. He helped him tuck in the quilt. Then he got up, turned off the light and went out.

At the porch of sister Yi's house, there are still some umbrellas in the umbrella basket. Song Qianqian looked at those umbrellas and was silent for a while, but he still looked away.

Even if it rains, won't he get into the car himself? What are you worried about here.

After she washed, she put on her pajamas and went to bed. She picked up her mobile phone to brush her microblog. There was a slap in the window, which was blown by the wind.

Song Qianqian looked up and looked outside. It seemed that there was a real sign of rain.

Her heart sank and forced herself to take back her eyes and continue to look at the mobile phone, but she didn't see a word. The mobile phone screen she was holding was always on that page.

It's going to rain. Won't he go back?

Or is he really going to be caught in the heavy rain and wait there?

Even if you have to wait, you will get in the car.

But song Qianqian got up and took a look. The sky began to rain. The people standing under the building had no intention of taking shelter from the rain.