little love

"Hey, Changjiang, you don't feel that Qingqing's mood is not right when she comes back this time."

Gao Xiumei came out of the bathroom, lifted the quilt, and brought in a gust of air-conditioning.

"Ah? Is there? Why didn't I notice it?" Song Changjiang was confused and tucked up the quilt for his wife.

"I know best about my daughter. Since she came back last time, her mood is obviously not right, and she is often alone in a daze. I asked her in the afternoon, and she said that she might be tired recently. I guess, she must have something to hide. with us."

Hearing what you said, I really feel that there is something wrong. Hey, by the way, it seems that Xiao Yu hasn't called Qing Qing for so long. Have you ever received it? "

"Neither have I. I guess there is a problem with the two of them. Hey, they should have persuaded some affection at the beginning. The two of them were obviously inappropriate from the very beginning. Look, they are suffering now."

Gao Xiumei felt a little regretful.

"When the girl grows up, she has to walk some roads by herself. Besides, at that time, if you objected, the girl should regard you as an enemy. Have you forgotten that when we were together, you still wanted to be with your father?" Mom broke off the relationship, ouch... why are you pinching me. I'm not telling the truth!"

Recalling the beginning, Song Changjiang had a cheerful expression on his face.

Gao Xiumei gave him a few supercilious looks:

"You still have the nerve to say that because of you, I almost broke it at the beginning. Fortunately, my parents compromised later, otherwise I might regret it now! Well, you don't care about the relationship. I will talk to her later. Go to sleep, go to sleep, tomorrow is another busy day."

Song Changjiang raised his hand to turn off the light, and the cold moonlight leaked in, bringing tranquility to the room and urging people to sleep.

Sioux City Cafe

"Miss Song Qing, I know that all of you country people want to find someone from the city to marry and live a good life. I can understand this, but our family Hong graduated from a prestigious university in Beijing. His future development is definitely not limited to the present A little manager, his future wife will definitely help him in his career, Miss Song Qing, I want to ask you, what do you think you can do to help him?"

The woman on the opposite side gracefully picked up the coffee on the table, sipped it in small sips, and was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for Song Qing's answer.

in the company

"Xiaoqing, I know you don't like my mother, but you don't have to make up these words to say to her. How could she object to us being together? She told me last time that you are very lucky to be alone outside. I'll take care of you a little more, why you..., can you say that about her?"

Yu Jiahong was very disappointed.

"I made it up?...Why can't you just trust me once!"

Song Qing's eyes were red, but she tried her best not to let the tears flow out.

"I just know she's my mother!"

Yes, of course your mother will always only think about you, so what are others!

Song Qing didn't want to argue anymore.

"Forget it, I think we should calm down for a while before we talk. The company is about to go on annual vacation. I have a lot of things to do recently, so I won't send you to the train station then!"

"Don't bother you."

After Song Qing finished speaking coldly, she turned her head and went back to the office.Yu Jiahong looked at Song Qing who was going away, and frowned tightly.

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't hold back her tears anymore and soon wet the pillow towel. She covered her head with the quilt to cover up her crying, she was afraid that her parents next door would be worried.

Early the next morning, Song Qing ate breakfast as if nothing had happened, and went to the supermarket with Song Changjiang.As the Chinese New Year is approaching, the supermarket is so busy that it doesn't touch the ground, so it's a little bit more to help Dad, and besides, being busy can make me think less about Yu Jiahong.

Gao Xiumei watched from behind and shook her head. She knew her daughter too well, and kept all difficulties in her heart. She never talked about it. She would definitely have a good talk with her at night.

Song Yi, who was still eating on the table, had a twinkle in his eyes, and he also noticed it.

Song Yi's injury is almost healed, and he can move around at home slowly by himself, but he can't cough, and when he coughs, there will be a dull pain in his chest, so Gao Xiumei stares closely at him as he puts on his clothes, for fear of catching a cold I will suffer again.

Gao Xiumei cleaned up the table and bowls, washed the clothes, told Song Yi to put on more clothes, and went to the supermarket, and made him lunch when he came back at noon, and told Song Yi not to do heavy work, or the wound would hurt again.

Watching Gao Xiumei get into the car, Song Yi heaved a sigh of relief, his mother's nagging skill is too strong.Looking at the cold weather, he sighed, went back to the house and put on another coat, locked the door, and went to Zhu Xiaowei's house.

Since the last time the two of them spread out to talk, they have been getting tired of being together almost every day, and the euphemistic name is: make up lessons.

In fact, under Song Yi's strict supervision, Zhu Xiaowei's homework has already been almost the same as Song Yi's, and at most he only needs a little guidance.Thinking about that person pestering him to practice kissing yesterday, Song Yi felt a sweetness in his heart, maybe it was really a make-up lesson.