Life With You

Song Xi didn't stay at Gu Dongxu's house for too long. Ling Yue returned to Sacheng today and invited her and Qiao Aiwen to dinner before leaving.

When Song Xi drove to the hotel, the two of them were already waiting in the private room. Qiao Aiwen stretched out her arms across the table, and Ling Yue deliberately sat back so that she could not see or touch him.

Seeing this, Song Xi joked: Am I here early?

Ling Yue's expression remained unchanged: Let's order.

Song Xi sat opposite Ling Yue, with Qiao Aiwen next to her with a slumped face and a depressed look. Song Xi asked, What's wrong?

She pouted and replied, In a bad mood.

Song Xi said: I can tell, why are you in a bad mood?

Qiao Aiwen raised her chin and motioned to Ling Yue opposite.

Song Xi raised his head and glanced: What did you do to her again?

Ling Yue replied calmly: It's none of my business.

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Aiwen immediately frowned and continued: Why is it none of your business? You have to leave in three and a half hours. You look like you don't care about anything. Don't you miss me at all? ?”

Song Xi lowered his head and looked at the order book, as if I can't see or hear, you tell me, I'm a transparent person.

Ling Yue tried hard to keep his face straight. Before that, he had been tortured by Qiao Aiwen for almost half an hour. He really regretted that he had been soft-hearted and came out to see her earlier.

Seeing that he remained silent and lowered his gaze to drink tea, Qiao Aiwen lay on the table and muttered aggrievedly, saying that she had been unable to sleep since the day before yesterday, and the thought of him leaving...

Ling Yue couldn't help it anymore and frowned and said, I'm going home to celebrate the Chinese New Year. It's only been a week. It's not like I won't come back.

Looking at her look, those who didn't know thought he was returning to the west.

Qiao Aiwen looked at him with tears in her eyes, holding her mouth and said: For a week, ninety-eight hours, Ye City and Sa City are so far apart that I can't see each other even if I want to. How can I live for such a long time?

Song Xi didn't look up and said slowly: One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

Qiao Aiwen turned her head and looked confused: Huh?

Ling Yue had helplessness in his eyes and opened his lips: Ninety-eight hours a week, how do you calculate it?

After that, without waiting for Qiao Aiwen to respond, he added in a low voice: What a dumbass.

Qiao Aiwen was silent, apparently calculating how many hours a week would last. After a while, she raised her eyes and replied: I just said it casually, why are you so serious?

When women are being ignored, they usually act coquettishly, and Qiao Aiwen is even better at polishing Ling Yue. Regardless of whether anyone else is around, she rubs her hard and softly until Ling Yue becomes restless, her ears turn red, and she whispers : Eat and talk less.

Qiao Aiwen used serving chopsticks to pick up food for him. Ling Yue said, I can get there myself.

She said, I'm happy to do it. It's up to you.

This lady wants to give it to you, and you can only take it. Whether he likes it or not is not important. What matters is that she likes it.

Song Xi lowered his head to eat in silence, secretly thinking that the personalities of George Sheng and Qiao Aiwen were really different. At least when it came to love, they were completely opposite. One was slow-cooking, the other was fierce. However, the ending was the same. They could date whoever they wanted. who.

After dinner, the three of them went to the airport together. Qiao Aiwen was still smiling on the way, but when Ling Yue picked up the ticket and was about to go through the security check, her eyes turned red instantly, and she pursed her lips and stared at him. Ling Yue Seeing this, my heart started to twitch, and I said, You're such an old man, you cry whenever you want. Aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?

Qiao Aiwen frowned, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said nothing. She just opened her arms and stepped forward, wanting to hug him. Ling Yue wanted to stop him, but when he raised his hand, he did not push her away, but let her Stay close to yourself.

Song Xi said with a wink: Senior brother, I won't send you off anymore. I'll contact you during the New Year.

After saying that, she turned around and walked out with a smile.

Ling Yue stood there and said after a while: Have you hugged me enough?

Qiao Aiwen hugged him hard and replied in a muffled voice: Not enough.

Ling Yue said: Whatever Sa city specialties you want, I will come back and bring them to you after the new year.

Qiao Aiwen said: I don't want anything, I want you.

Ling Yue has always felt that he is very upright. When he was in love before, he didn't say sweet words very much. Not only did he not say it, he couldn't listen to it. He always felt very disgusting. But Qiao Aiwen liked to say such words very much, and for the first time, he She didn't feel awkward at all. After thinking about the reason carefully, maybe when she said these words, her eyes and body were very honest, as if she was not talking about rhetoric, but just telling the truth.

Even if the heart is full of heart, there will be days when it becomes hot, not to mention that he is not hard-hearted at all.

People walking around were looking at the two of them. Ling Yue lowered his head and whispered: Okay, I'm leaving.

Qiao Aiwen hugged him tighter, Ling Yue raised his right hand, pinched the ball on the right side of her head, and said loudly: You are already twenty-four and you are still pretending to be a child. My niece doesn't even comb her hair when she is four years old this year.

Qiao Aiwen lay on his chest and replied in a muffled voice: That's because she can't comb her hair less.

Ling Yue had a smile in his eyes: Are you quite proud?

Qiao Aiwen suddenly raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes: Don't you like it?

Ling Yue met her eyes and looked at her exceptionally beautiful face without heavy makeup, and suddenly became speechless.

Qiao Aiwen hugged him and shook him twice, then asked again: Do you like it?

People were coming and going in the airport, and announcements were coming one after another. This was a place where people came and people left. I had never felt that leaving was such a sad thing before. After all, he would come back. But at this moment, for some reason, he actually I had the pretentious urge not to leave.

Seeing that he still didn't answer, Qiao Aiwen finally frowned and pouted: You don't like me anymore?

As she spoke, her arms gradually loosened their strength, and she was about to withdraw from the embrace.

Ling Yue couldn't tell whether it was soft or warm in his heart. He pinched the two balls on top of her head with both hands, opened his lips, and replied aloud: I like it.

Qiao Aiwen's eyes lit up: You like me?

Ling Yue raised the corners of his lips: I like your Fuwa head.

She immediately said: What about me? What about me?

Ling Yue said: You are just a dumb guy. Do you think normal people will like dumb guys?

Qiao Aiwen's face fell instantly.

Ling Yue resisted the urge to pinch her face, retracted his hand, and said seriously: I'm leaving, you should go back quickly, and be careful when driving on the road.

The sadness of farewell that Qiao Aiwen had just suppressed came up again. Seeing the moist look in her eyes, Ling Yue tried his best to ignore it and said as usual: Keep the fish well, don't keep it to death.

Qiao Aiwen said: Will you miss me?

Ling Yue wanted to say no, but tears welled up in her eyes. He looked at her for two seconds and replied almost helplessly: Yes, I will miss you. Stop looking and leave quickly.

Qiao Aiwen said: Go in.

Ling Yue said: You go first.

You go in and I'll leave.

Neither of them wanted to leave the other's back. Unfortunately, Song Xi went to Starbucks at the airport to buy two cups of coffee, and the single man had to resort to external means to keep warm.