Song city looked at the wall clock. It’s almost half past ten. She lives here. Few people know that she is just being forced to be speechless. Just get up and "I’ll open the door."
Open the security door and burst into sweet music.
See outside the gu Hengyang song city slightly froze and stared at the door without moving.
From Hengyang, I’m not sure if I’ve found the right one. I really saw Song Qingcheng’s short affectionate gaze and then said, "I just happened to live in the building, so I …"
"What are you doing here so late?" Song Qingcheng didn’t ask him how he knew where he lived.
"It’s okay" Gu Hengyang looked at her "just … some don’t trust you"
Gu Hengyang knows Mu Shaoan is also a circle. Liu Yunxuan’s wrist was cut once. This matter has already been opened. When he was talking to Gu Qingwei, he heard that he did not believe that Song Qingcheng would intentionally hurt people. He was more worried and worried about getting the address from Shen Che, regardless of the big night.
Song Qingcheng smiled at his words. "I’m fine. It’s too late. Go home early."
Gu Hengyang has caught a glimpse of the Xuan men’s leather shoes.
"Is there someone inside?" When he reacts, he has already asked for it.
Song Qingcheng is the default attitude.
Who’s in it? Gu Hengyang knows about it. He has also read the newspaper news and knows that Song Qingcheng and the man have never stopped exhorting, but at this moment they are stuck in their throats.
Song Qingcheng opened his mouth to break some stalemate atmosphere. "I’ll take a coat to send you to the building."
When I went back to the apartment, I happened to see Yu Tingchuan point ash into the ashtray.
"I’m going to see my friend off." Song Qingcheng told him.
Say that finish back to the bedroom wearing a coat.
Gu Hengyang didn’t come into the house, and soon Song Qingcheng came out with the key "Let’s go".
There was silence in the stairs.
Out of the unit building, Song Qingcheng sent people to the car. Gu Hengyang held the door handle but didn’t rush to open the door. Later, he turned to look at the wind-blown hair Song Qingcheng. "Do you live together now?"
"He will spend the night here occasionally." Song Qingcheng didn’t shy away.
“……”
Song city also looked at him "drive carefully"
After all, Gu Hengyang in front of the car was unwilling to ask again, "Am I really not good enough?"
Send people away from Song Qingcheng and take the stairs.
In my mind, I still have Gu Hengyang’s last question.
Actually, Hengyang has been really good to her. In recent years, except for Shen Che, Hengyang used to be better to her without asking for anything in return.
However, some things are not good.
Song Qingcheng key opened the door and found the living room swinging while seeing people smoking on the balcony.
"Haven’t you slept yet?" Song Qingcheng took off his coat
Said and went back to the bedroom.
Section 7
When she comes out again, Yutingchuan has returned to the sofa.
"People are gone?"
You can see the building from the balcony.
Song Qingcheng listened to his question or cooperated with him. Well, a line of sight fell on his hand, with or without it. She still advised, "Smoking less cigarettes is not good for your health."
Then she touched her belly. "The doctor also said that even second-hand smoke can increase the rate of fetal malformation."
Yu Tingchuan moved to order some ash and put half a cigarette into the ashtray instead.
Song city looked at him and didn’t smoke again, thinking that he really valued the child.
Then I heard him say, "If you go to Puyuan Temple the day after tomorrow, you may stay in the mountain for one night and change your clothes."
"Go to worship the Bodhisattva?" Song Qingcheng asked
"There are some visitors who admire Buddhist culture and want to visit Puyuan Temple."
"… don’t go?"
Yu Tingchuan looked up at her, Song Qingcheng said, "I am too pregnant to climb mountains."
He said, "Go straight to the door without climbing the mountain."
"You’d better let others go."
Song Qingcheng was about to get up, but Yu Tingchuan held her hand and pressed the man’s palm on the edge of the sofa and rubbed her fingers. "I can’t explain if you don’t go to the Japanese."
"I didn’t go there. I should know that tourism is as important as talent."
Yu Tingchuan saw that she rolled her eyes and simply pulled people to her legs. "I don’t want to make an appointment with someone else?"
"No" Song Qingcheng smiled.
"Then go to Puyuan Temple."
No, she got up and washed her hands.
Looking at the man’s tall and straight back, Song Qingcheng chuckled and saw his bullying for the first time.
At night, Yu Tingchuan came again, and suddenly turned over to support her. When her hands were not idle and her pants were about to be pulled by him, Song Qingcheng held his wrist to stop "the doctor said to be temperate in the first three months of pregnancy."