Chapter 90

Song Qinghuan couldn't judge whether the answer represented by his eyes was yes or no.

She sat up a little and said seriously, "now that we're married, you can't change anything by telling me the truth."

When the cold raised a hand, rub the temple, "I face a man, hard up."

He still looked in front of him and said a word with no expression on his face.

But the shock of song Qinghuan, almost fell from the seat. Her eyes widened in amazement. Then she looked at him with some bitterness and said, "well, you don't have to tell me such a deep reason, and I didn't ask you that just now."

When the cold light back: "suddenly asked me this, is not to prove my sexual orientation?"

She didn't want to prove it. She couldn't be too lazy to prove his sexual orientation. She just wanted to know whether she had lost herself or not.

Song Qinghuan's black eyes, turned twice, seemed to want to ask: "I..."

But when the cold suddenly, interrupted her words, eyes do not look at her, the voice is more cold: "don't let me hear, similar words."

As soon as the warning against the cold was sounded, song Qinghuan felt that the back of his spine was cold.

She pursed her lips and did not make any more noise. If she did not ask, she would not ask. She was not a corrupt girl, so she didn't bother to worry about this problem.

As for that night, no matter what happened or not, it had already happened, and it was over. No matter how tangled it was, it was useless.

Song Qinghuan looked out of the window and made no more noise.

The city hospital arrived soon. Before she got off the bus, she saw Song Ci standing at the door of the hospital, looking around.

Suddenly murmured: "don't you think song Huan was hurt? What are you doing outside the hospital? Is he hurting someone else? "

She did not let Shi Yuhan go first, and did not say thank you, so she walked slowly to Song Ci.

Approaching, song Qinghuan saw three classmates beside Song Ci, two men and one woman.

The girl was wearing a simple cut and fitted dress, a small white coat with towering hair, and her hair was randomly tied with a ponytail, fresh and simple, just like a blooming lily.

On her slightly coquettish face, with obvious displeasure, she said to Song Ci: "ah Ci, there are still five minutes left. If the woman you mentioned doesn't come, you will lose. You have to promise to be my boyfriend."

Song Ci turned his handsome face away, black eyes continued to look at the bus station on the side of the road, as well as the ground where the taxi stopped, with a cool expression.