Chapter 135

"Ah?" At first glance, Ren Jiayuan thought that the meal just now made her uncomfortable.

Originally, I wanted to go out with her, but after I turned around, I couldn't help looking at the people still in the hall.

After finding that only one body shadow was missing, he understood and smiled, "OK, I'll ask my aunt to prepare some fruit. You can eat it when you come in."

Nanyue doesn't mind Ren Jiayuan thinking more, and knows that Ren Jiayuan just feels that she is just like her brothers to moon.

Watching Ren Jiayuan jump to the kitchen, Nanyue just raised his feet and walked out.

Although it was only eight o'clock in the evening, the night was already very deep and cold.

South Vietnam has self-cultivation and is not afraid of cold.

Subconsciously, Sheng Jingheng was wearing a black coat, but it was very thin inside.

He's really not afraid of the cold at all.

Sheng Jingheng did not go into the garden, but stood still under the porch with his hands in his coat pocket.

South Vietnam looked at his lonely back and walked slightly, then slowly approached.

"Miss Sheng."

When she came to her side, Shengjing Hengfang slightly turned his eyes and looked at her: "has the new song been written?"

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to ask. Nanyue looked into his dark eyes and felt that it seemed like an abyss. If he was not careful, he would fall into it.

"Well, it has been recorded and will be sent out soon."

South Vietnam wanted to ask him if he wanted to see the words he filled in, but he probably didn't mean it.

In this song, he has done his duty as a teacher.

As she expected, Sheng Jingheng only whispered for her answer, and there was no more below.

How cold.

Before Mingming, she not only praised her microblog, but also took the initiative to send her wechat.

Given her a, he can also be as enthusiastic as ordinary people, and understand her illusion very well.

South Vietnam breathed softly. Thinking of his real intention, he turned and said, "well, I'm not ready for the agreed thank-you gift."

"No hurry." Sheng Jingheng said faintly, still motionless, looking ahead, as if attracted by the colored lights in the garden.

Since he said he was not in a hurry, Nanyue naturally felt relieved and immediately nodded his head and said, "OK, then... Don't bother Mr. Sheng. I'll go first."

I was not cold by the cold winter night, but I was attracted by him.

South Vietnam did not intend to continue to be abused, and immediately turned around to go into the villa.

"You..." Sheng Jingheng suddenly opened his mouth and stopped suddenly.

"Huh?" Nan Yue paused and looked at him.

Sheng Jingheng looked up at her with deep eyes. After a moment, he naturally turned away: "together."

South Vietnam blinked and saw him turn and move. Only then did he realize that this together means going in together.

She looked at Sheng Jingheng's figure, shrugged and then followed.

The people in the room moved to the sofa again and were eating fruit after dinner.

Seeing the two of them come in one after another, they have different eyes. More naturally, they fall on South Vietnam.

As the host, Ren Ran immediately said, "come and sit down, too. These fruits have just been airlifted today. They are very fresh."

The two sat down on the sofa, Nan Yue sat next to Ren Jiayuan, and Sheng Jingheng sat next to Sheng Jingrui.

Sheng Jingrui looked at him, and then looked at Nanyue, who was whispering with Ren Jiayuan. A guess suddenly sprouted in his heart.

"Jing Heng, you wrote that song some time ago. Have you decided who to sing it to?"