Author: Mu Jiancheng

Jiang Zhihan still looks like usual.

However, against the colorful fireworks, his face was not so sharp, and it looked much softer.

Song Qingyou's eyes were in his eyes, like the flowing honey.

At the moment of looking at her, Jiang Zhihan suddenly understood that he couldn't hide it. Even if he covered his mouth, it would be revealed from his eyes.

He didn't plan to break the window paper between the two.

Because he put a layer of shackles for himself

——It will become a cat from time to time, and there is no way to give any promise.

But now, Jiang Zhihan suddenly doesn't want to care about the shackles.

His body was tight, and his right thumb was scratching his index finger in a restless manner.

For a long time, Jiang Zhihan still decided to take a step forward.

He reached out to Song Qingyou: "Do you want to hold hands?"

Song Qingyou froze, she didn't expect Jiang Zhihan to say, but that's it.

She wants to vomit. It is not a lively market here. She can also be afraid of people to lose her. What can she do with hands? Is it necessary to be lifted and lifted by her claws after Jiang Zhihan changed cats, right?

However, no matter how much desire, when Song Qingyou raised his eyes to see Jiang Zhihan's eyes, it dissipated.

The lake that was not shocked, at this time seemed to be surging, reflected in uneasiness, nervousness and stunned emotions.

The ghost is like God, and Song Qingyou handed his hand out.

Jiang Zhihan quickly grabbed her hand, and the strength was a little big.

Song Qingyou got up with teasing, and couldn't help but hook his palm with his fingertips.

If there is a seemingly itchyness, Jiang Zhihan's eyes are unconsciously removed, and the tip of the ear begins to red.

Seeing this, Song Qingyou's heart was instantly occupied.

She took advantage of her to hold the opponent's wrist while she was unprepared, dragging people down.

Jiang Zhihan was caught off and down, and the tip of his nose almost hit Song Qingyou's face.

The latter stared at him with a smile, his eyes bent into crescents:

"Do you have nothing to say to me? Jiang Zhihan?"

"I--"

Song Qingyou: "Squeak?"

I don't know when the fireworks have been released.

Silence around.

Jiang Zhihan breathed a deep deep.

Then he heard himself in a steady voice and said:

"I like you."

Without the subsequent simple confession, with a bit of green astringent with age.

Jiang Zhihan is not a person who can escape.

He looked at Song Qingyou scorching, as if to observe all her reactions.

Song Qingyou tightened his hand that clasped his wrist.

"Do you want to try to deal with it?"

"ah?"

Jiang Zhihan is rare and dull once.

Song Qingyou repeated it again: "Do you want to try to deal with it?"

"you--"

"I have a good opinion of you." Song Qingyou smiled frankly, "But I don’t know how much good feelings."

"So, do you want to try to communicate?"

Jiang Zhihan's brain seemed to have a sudden display of the display. After the snowflakes on the full screen, there was another sound and picture of fireworks.

Song Qingyou did not expect that his response would be so big.

Instead, she made her jokes, and wanted to tease people with caution.

She fists close to her mouth and coughs lightly: "I think, saying what I like to want to associate with him, isn't it?"

Jiang Zhihan did not answer.

Instead, he put people into his arms directly.

The warm breath, the heartbeat close at hand, made Song Qingyou froze.

Later, she heard Jiang Zhihan's low voice sounded in her ear:

"I am also very happy today."

"Um."

Song Qingyou responded lowly, listening to Jiang Zhihan's slight heartbeat, and did not break away.

‘Om —’

‘Om —’

The vibration of the mobile phone broke the calmness.

Immediately after, there were several sounds from downstairs.

"Grapefruit-"

"Sister Pomelo-"

Obviously, Song Qingyou "disappeared" for too long, and everyone who was obsessed with games and fireworks was discovered.

Song Qingyou quickly broke away from the arms and answered An Sui's phone.

"Where are you green pomelo now? Uncle is looking for you everywhere, saying it is too late now, ask if you should go back and rest."

"I'm in the castle, come out immediately."

Song Qingyou hangs up and leave.

I didn't take two steps, stopped suddenly, and immediately looked back to grab Jiang Zhihan's hand, "Go, let's go out first."

Jiang Zhihan stood still without moving.

Then a familiar gold light flashed, Song Qingyou was empty.

Instead, it is a familiar tabby cat.

Song Qingyou picked up the jacket on the ground and reached out to the kitten.

Jiang Zhihan raised his claws and pointed his fingers, indicating that she put it on.

One cat and one cat came out of the castle, and it attracted everyone's attention.

An Sui looked at the back of curiosity, and was curious. Why did the Qingyou and Jiang go in with President Jiang, but the two did not come out together.

Song Xingye also looked at Song Qingyou's body. It seemed that because he didn't see other people, he was relieved. As a result, he saw a suit jacket on his daughter's shoulder.

"Is this coat borrowed you by President Jiang? You take it off first.

Song Xingye said that he had to take off his jacket.

Song Qingyou stopped saying: "President Jiang has left in advance, I think there is no place to pay back, so let's go first."

"Leave in advance?" An Sui was full of question marks, why didn't he see someone walking to the elevator?

"It may be temporary work." Song Qingyou watched him.

"Oh, yes, President Jiang must be very busy."

Jiang Xuyan on the side looked at a few people and helped to transfer the topic: "Originally squeak here, why didn't you see it just now?"

Song Qingyou: "Brother Jiang is not unknown, squeaks often running alone, you may not know which corner of the hiding."

"The cruise ship is about to go as shore, so I have to find the squeak." Jiang Xuyan smiled. "Qingyou just went to that, should I go to the cat?"

Song Qingyou nodded.

She was not stupid. Naturally, she knew that Jiang Xuyan was not right to see Song Xingye's face, so she deliberately found her for leaving.

Sure enough, when he heard the conversation between the two, Song Xingye's complexion was a lot better.

"I listen to An Dao and say, the crew will be on vacation tomorrow, if you are not busy tomorrow, you might as well go to me today."

Song Xingye said, "I have set up the room for you."
To be continued...