A heartthrob? Here you go!

Song Jingshen was slightly stunned, frowning and asked, "How does this have anything to do with whether I am sincere?"

"How can there be no connection?" Yu Ge said calmly, "My home is in a remote part of the city, and the doors are all rusty iron doors. The sound of opening and closing the doors is very loud. My mother was just discharged from the hospital before school started, and now is the time for her to rest."

Yu Ge said, looking up at him: "And you, not only don't understand, but you also come here without saying hello in the middle of the night."

Upon hearing this, Song Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at Yu Ge steadily, curling his fingers for a moment.

Yu Ge stared at him and said, "In order to see you, I climbed down from the upstairs at the risk of my life even though my hands were injured. Why can't you understand me?"

Song Jingshen closed his eyes as if he was suffocating, and said with difficulty: "I didn't intend to force you to come down, let's apply the medicine first, okay?"

Yu Ge raised his hand, held Song Jingshen's face with one hand, lifted his face up to look at him, gently stroked his cheek with his thumb, and said softly:

"You are more important than my injury."

"Song Jingshen, I don't blame you. I know you are too eager to get closer to each other."

"Like you, I hope that we can stay together for a long time. You should know that I didn't agree to you just for fun."

It was the influence of the plot. If he didn't agree, Lin Hui would fall ill and die.

"I have always taken our relationship seriously. The only thing you can't do is question my love for you."

So please restrain your dog-like keen perception, this is all your illusion.

Yu Ge's eyes softened as he looked at the pair of sparkling phoenix eyes:

"Don't worry, okay? Trust me, leave everything to me, we'll take our time."

As Yu Ge spoke, his fingers slid towards Song Jingshen's ear, turning it red.

Song Jingshen lowered his head slightly to make it easier for Yu Ge to move. He looked at Yu Ge with his clear and bright eyes and said apologetically:

"I was wrong. I lost my sense of proportion and didn't think it through."

He remembered the bright light and the vague figure coming through the window just now.

Song Jingshen asked: "But aunt's room..."

The lights are on!

Yu Ge suddenly remembered the light coming through the window just now and was startled.

Before Song Jingshen could finish his words, the hand beside his ear suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head down.

He looked in surprise at the face that was getting closer and closer until he felt a soft touch on his lips.

This!

His heart was beating wildly, as if it was going to burst out of his chest, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, from his palms to Yu Ge's palms.

Such a reaction is so embarrassing.

Song Jingshen closed his eyes and dared not make any move, for fear of leaving a bad impression on Yu Ge.

He should learn in advance and learn how to make the little fish happier.

Peel the grapes or tie the cherry stems.

The fragmented thoughts flashed through my mind and were cleared away by the rapid secretion of dopamine in my brain.

When Yu Ge counted a few seconds and was about to take a step back, the elegant young man in front of her seemed to notice it. He suddenly raised his hand, pressed the back of Yu Ge's head with one hand, and reached around her back with the other hand, pressing her into his arms forcefully as if he had lost control.

Yu Ge opened his eyes in astonishment. The young man in front of him had his eyes closed tightly, with red eyes and a look of intoxication.

He was clamoring in his heart, longing to make Yu Ge become as miserable as he was.

But in this way - the little fish will hate him.

Song Jingshen suppressed the burning thoughts in his heart and slowly opened his eyes, with mist all over his eyes, shimmering and colorful.

He separated them slightly, but still held her tightly in his arms. He lowered his head and pressed his cool jade-like face against Yu Ge's profile, shouting in a low voice:

"Little fish."

"Little fish, little fish, little fish, little fish..."

Yu Ge was annoyed and raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Okay, I'm here, stop calling me ghosts."

Even though his mouth was covered, Song Jingshen was not annoyed. His eyebrows slightly curved, he laughed softly, and closed his eyes to feel the full sense of security at the moment.

The little fish loves him.

Xiaoyu loves him very much.

In the quiet alley, the moonlight flows through the eaves.

Yu Ge said, "From now on, let's make fewer voice calls and send more text messages, okay?"

"I hope I can still look at the information and recall this time in the future."

Song Jingshen closed his eyes and responded in a low voice.

After comforting Song Jingshen, Yu Ge climbed back smoothly under Song Jingshen's gaze, stood on the window frame, waved to Song Jingshen, and closed the window.

Song Jingshen stood downstairs, watched Yu Ge's figure disappear with a smile, and turned to walk out of the alley.

A low-key black car was parked at the end of the alley, and a handsome and serious young man in a black suit was standing next to the door.

Seeing Song Jingshen, he bent down and respectfully opened the car door. After Song Jingshen got in, he went to the driver's seat.

Song Jingshen closed his eyes and leaned against the backrest. His jade-like and gentle face was tinged with a touch of gorgeousness, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

The hands holding the steering wheel suddenly tensed up, and the young man in the driver's seat abruptly retracted his gaze, not daring to look back.

He was afraid of being ruined, and was also intimidated by Song Jingshen's power.

"Butler Song." A clear voice sounded, and the young man responded respectfully: "What do you want, young master?"

Song Jingshen opened his eyes and said, "Clear this section of the road in advance, and don't let reporters disturb us."

media?

The young man thought about the hot news in the past few days and had some guesses in his mind, but he did not show it on his face and responded respectfully.

The next morning, Yu Ge said goodbye to Lin Hui and asked her to go out less in the next few days and not to open the door to strangers.

Lin Hui said with disdain, "Alright, alright, it's just a teaching assistant. When you were admitted to Upstate University, no one interviewed me. Being a professor's teaching assistant is not as impressive as being admitted?"

Lin Hui has no other hobbies except watching TV, and she hasn't even installed the most popular public opinion platform at the moment.

Yu Ge reminded her several times out of concern, and after getting Lin Hui's agreement, she was annoyed and drove him out.

After going out, Yu Ge still didn't dare to be careless. He knocked on the door of his next-door neighbor and asked Sister Meng Qiu to take good care of her.

Meng Qiu had just divorced. Although she loved gossip, she was a very warm-hearted person and enthusiastically agreed to Yu Ge's proposal.

Yu Ge watched Meng Qiu close the door, put on a sun hat, zip up his sun protection jacket to his nose, and go downstairs fully armed.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced around quickly and cautiously.

It is as noisy and bustling as usual, with people coming and going in a hurry to go to work or school.

The hot and bright sunshine in the morning made her outfit not particularly unique.

Yu Ge breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the bicycle out, stepped on it, pushed with his feet, and rode away.

After she left, the people on the top floor put away their cameras, which were like long cannons, quickly exported the photos, and at the same time found the press release that had been written overnight and posted it to the platform along with the photos.

News Flash:

[The new teaching assistant rides a bicycle to school, and is suspected to come from an extremely poor family.]

[Bicycle back view]

After sending the message, the reporter turned off the communicator without hesitation, called the photographer next to him, and went downstairs together.

Even though they were going very fast and were very close, when they got downstairs, there were still many people holding cameras and stopping the residents in the community.

"Who are you asking about? That girl Xiao Yu?" The old man who was playing chess was pointed at by the camera and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Why are you interviewing that girl?"

The reporter reminded: "Uncle, we are broadcasting live, please answer the questions directly."