Song Qinghuan left the office, but instead of going downstairs to the canteen for dinner, he went to the rooftop.
The wind whistling past, her brain also buzzing, hot water mist hit the eyes, like slippery, not slippery, to fall.
"When the cold..." Song Qinghuan lost his bloody lip and whispered out his name. He was trembling, slightly hoarse, and looked at the front like a demon: "do you really believe Zhang Jie, don't you believe me?"
The roof is so quiet, there is no sound except the wind.
But a moment later, a funny voice suddenly rang out, with a tease: "Yo Yo, this is a small three to provoke estrangement? I heard that the man with big breasts said that he didn't like the woman with big breasts. That's a lie. I said that song Qinghuan with flat breasts, you should eat more papaya, you know? If you have a big chest, your husband will not dislike you. "
With that, the master of the voice came out from the dark place, and then looked at Song Qinghuan with a look of schadenfreude. After that, he looked at Song Qinghuan's chest.
"You..." Song Qing Huan cold hum, sad mood instant disappeared, a face looked at the voice of the master: "Han Xixi, you shameless."
Han Xixi said with a smile: "generally, I'm worse than you. At least I didn't rob other fiance."
Song Qinghuan was staring at her, but his expression was like eating dynamite.
Hancici raised her eyebrows, just like she was.
Song Qinghuan, who is in a bad mood, doesn't want to talk to her. He sits on a chair on the rooftop and looks at the half curved moon in the sky. He doesn't know what he's thinking. Anyway, he just doesn't want to think about Han Xixi. He just wants to be quiet.
But Han Xixi, who didn't want her to be quiet, sat down beside her, flatteringly with Erlang's legs, and said unkindly, "Song Qinghuan, what's your face? You beat me and took away the cold. Please have a little winner's posture, OK?"
"I don't need a sarcastic glance to beat her at all
Han Xixi "cuts" Song Qinghuan and stares at her coldly. But she did not leave and sat quietly with song Qinghuan.
After half a sound, she asked: "Song Qinghuan, what magic power did you use to make Shi Yuhan, a lonely, heartless, cold and overbearing man, obedient to you?"
"Obedient?" Song Qinghuan laughed at himself.
When the cold, the sky and earth exclusive man, obedient to her? It should be a joke.
Although she didn't believe in herself, she was very comfortable after listening. She looked at hancici with a smile: "do you want to know? I won't tell you! "
Han Xixi glared at her angrily: "Song Qinghuan!"
"Unless you let me feel here, I'll tell you." Song Qinghuan said and raised her finger to her chest.
Han Xixi was stunned, with a face of Hell: "Song Qinghuan, are you insane when you were attacked by the cold?"
Song Qinghuan gently smile: "you when Ann Nuo abuse out of neuropathy, I will not be when the cold abuse out of neuropathy."
Han Xixi frowned tightly and gave her a cold white look: "I don't care about you. I deserve to be tortured by the cold. I wish you will be oppressed by him all your life."
Looking at Han Xixi's back, song Qinghuan replied impolitely: "wish you all the same!"
(PS: announce yesterday's lucky Reader: wild girl. Talking about brother Jiang, when did I write big boss? I'm sorry if I don't abuse my brother. You grinding goblins ^_ ^)