As if to see the doubts in his heart, Mo Qingling opened his mouth and explained, "Oh, you drank too much last night. You said it to me yourself."
"No..."
Before Song Zhicheng could say the word "can", Mo Qingling reached for the mobile phone at the head of the bed, found the recording, and clicked into the latest recording.
Then, one after another voices came out from the inside, noisy and chaotic.
But I do not know why, the man said that a confession sound, in this noisy voice, appears incomparably clear.
While listening to the sound recorded last night, Mo Qingling looks at the expression on Song Zhicheng's face.
Looking at his face constantly changing, as well as his eyes flash over the confusion, Mo Qingling will know that he is serious, this just put the mobile phone away, hands ring chest looking at him.
With one hand playing with the mobile phone, Mo Qingling said carelessly: "brother Zhicheng, I'm not lying, am I? You heard it yourself
Song Zhicheng looked at her, mouth open, but speechless.
After a long silence in the room, song Zhicheng's voice came: "Qingling, I had drunk too much that day, so I just said nonsense. Why do you take it seriously?"
Mo Qingling blinked: "really?"
"Well." Song city should be a, side head, avoid Mo Qingling look directly over the eyes, "it's late, go to bed early, tomorrow also want to catch a plane."
After that, the city of song turned and walked out.
Mo Qingling quickly took his arm forward and pulled it backward. He bullied him very aggressively. With a "bang", he directly pressed the city of song on the wall.
A female version of the overbearing president's momentum emanates from her.
Mo Qingling reaches for song Zhicheng's chin and goes to him. A pair of beautiful eyes blink at him. His voice is very charming: "brother Zhicheng, do you dare to look at my eyes and say that you don't like me?"
She and song city have been in Xi'an for a month, and this month's relationship has made Mo Qingling fully understand all of song city.
Also in the day and night together, found the city of song to her different.
Mo Qingling doesn't know anything. She hasn't been in love. She's 22 years old and has talked with three boyfriends. Although she didn't get what she wanted in the end, she broke up in the middle and went her own way.
But one can't pretend to like another.
Song Zhicheng's careful thinking about her was discovered by her half a month ago.
The other day, Mo Qingling took song Zhicheng to play in a bar. He was too crazy to chat up with other men. Song Zhicheng saw him.
Maybe it's jealousy, or maybe it's because of something else. Song Zhicheng, who has never been a drinker, even drank several bottles of wine in front of her face and made himself drunk.
Holding Mo Qingling in the bar, still holding her hand, a strong confession to her.
Later, if it wasn't for the security guard of the bar, they would have been surrounded by people as monkeys.
Although I found song Zhicheng's careful thinking about her long ago, I heard the confession from his mouth. Mo Qingling still had some subtle changes in her heart.
It's undeniable that she doesn't hate song Zhicheng, but she doesn't like it much. Even if she does, it's just her sister's love for her brother.