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The long willow branches, the fine spring rain, and the beautiful garden of the Song Residence enveloped by the beautiful spring sunshine. It was especially fresh and beautiful. Gu Xiangling, dressed in goose-yellow spring attire, sat on a stone bench in the garden as her ten slender fingers fluttered about on the keyboard.

The expression on her face changed with the plot, alternating between joy and sadness.

For a good work, the author is the first to be moved.

Suddenly, a peach with droplets of water on it fell onto the keyboard. A few rainbow-colored droplets splashed onto the screen. Gu Xianglin raised her head in alarm, only to see that Song Mingjian had already appeared beside her.

"When did you get back?" Gu Xiangling frantically tried to turn off the computer, but Song Mingjian rushed over in time. "Yo, what are you writing? I'm afraid I'll see it."

"Secrets!" As Gu Xiangling spoke, she snatched the laptop away. Song Ming was as tall as a sword and had the laptop held high above his head. Gu Xiangling instantly had no other choice. "Song Ming, if you hate it, you'll use your height to bully me."

Song Mingjian pretended to be unhappy: "Song Ming's sword, Song Mingjian, is calling it fun? If your yells are nice, I'll give it back to you. "

"Really?" Gu Xiangling rolled her eyes and smiled mischievously. "Hubby!" Song Mingjian acted as if he did not hear it clearly: "What did you say, I didn't hear it."

"Hubby!" Gu Xiangling shouted loudly.

"That's right!" Song Mingjian placed the laptop down, but refused to return it to her and continued browsing through the content she wrote. "Heh, you wrote about the Joyous of Cloud and Rain in such a fresh and fresh literary style." He was interested as soon as he saw it. While reading it, he nodded and praised, "As expected of someone with actual combat experience. His writing is superb."

"Shh!" Gu Xiangling looked left and right, and saw that the servants were shuttling back and forth amidst the red and green flowers. Song Mingjian was talking casually about unspeakable things, so wasn't he feeling too ashamed of himself? "Don't say it, no, someone will hear it."

"I heard it when I heard it!" Song Mingjian did not mind as he spoke in an extremely charming voice, "My wife and I are just doing what we should be doing, what is there to hide?"

Gu Xiangling shyly went to cover his mouth, but Song Ming pulled her into his embrace with his sword and kissed her without any trace of politeness. Darling, they all say that the first hour of the Spring Festival Gala is worth a thousand gold. If that's not a good thing, why would such a sentence be left behind? "

Gu Xiangling quibbled, "But if it's a good thing, why did it all happen under the cover of darkness?" Song Mingjian rolled his eyes in understanding, "Oh, I understand. Madam feels that it is not enough to only do it at night and wants to do it in broad daylight. "No problem, I will fulfill your wish."

With that, his finger reached into her collar. Gu Xiangling didn't expect him to do what he said without hesitation. "You're crazy!"

Song Ming stopped and asked seriously: "Do you love me?"

Gu Xiangling didn't know why he would suddenly ask this. Before she could even think about it, she had already subconsciously said, "Love."

Song Ming's swordsman began to become dishonest again: "If you love her, then let me see."

Damn, it turned out to be a trap. Gu Xiangling quickly corrected herself, "Then I don't love it."

Song Ming's sword gestures were even more dishonest: "If you don't love, then do it. If you do more, then naturally you will love."

Gu Xiangling thought of Plato in her haste and said: "The greatest spiritual love is love!"

Song Ming laughed secretly in his heart and quickly dug out a trap to ask: "Do you have to love spirit wholeheartedly?"

"That's right!" Gu Xiangling nodded and replied without thinking.

Song Ming's smile blossomed on his face. This little girl was indeed silly. She obediently fell into the trap: "The body is the heart's support. If the body does not rub, how can the heart strike sparks?"

Gu Xiangling was speechless. In terms of bickering, she would never be a match for Song Mingjian. While she was silent, Song Mingjian's hot lips were already touching hers like a dragonfly touching water. It was a light touch, but it was more touching than a deep kiss.

In the distance, a girl dressed in a rose-red spring dress was walking over. Her makeup was exquisite, coupled with precious jewelry, it was indeed gorgeous.

When she saw the lovable Song Mingjian and Gu Xiangling sitting on the stone bench, she immediately stood there in a daze. The paper box in her hand fell to the ground with a 'bang', and the paper box fell open, scattering green tea all over the floor.

The Taiping Monkey Kui that was specially picked from the Yellow Mountain, the tea that Ming Jiange loved to drink the most. She had spent so much time and effort to go to the Yellow Mountain in Anhui and search through so much information and make detailed selections. She was satisfied just by making him a cup of green tea with a fragrant scent and watching him drink it bit by bit.

But did her Big Brother Mingjian still need a cup of tea? Even though they were so far away, Sheng Wangqing could still see Song Mingjian's expression. That look of love and adoration in his eyes was the same expression he had seen a thousand times in her dreams.

Gu Xiangling, who was in his embrace, spoke a few words, and Song Ming actually picked her up to pick a fresh pear blossom. When Sheng Wangqing saw this scene, he nearly fainted. Even in her childhood, she did not enjoy Song Mingjian's treatment.

In front of her, he would always look like a mature big brother. He would reason with her and solve the problems in the textbooks. She had the look of an elder and would never joke around with her.

He originally thought that Song Mingjian was just like that. He didn't like to play and wouldn't be lively. When had I ever seen him so childish? Sheng Gongqing leaned powerlessly on a parasol tree. The newly born leaves of the parasol tree were like small palms that filled the tree, lightly swaying in the spring wind.

"Without the wutong tree, how could we attract the Golden Phoenix?" In Sheng Wangqing's heart, Song Ming's sword was the parasol tree that she longed for. She never thought that a phoenix would seize it first.

First was Zhao Xin'er. When she found out that Song Mingjian had a girlfriend, Sheng Wangqing hugged her pillow and cried for the whole night, painfully accepting this fact. But in his heart he prayed that they would break up.

After that, as she wished, Zhao Xin'er left Song Mingjian without mercy. He was depressed for a long time. Sheng Weiqing went to comfort him, but he politely and indifferently rejected her. She thought that his injuries were too heavy, and that he temporarily didn't have the strength to love anymore. It didn't matter, he could wait, wait for him to walk out of the shadow of his heartbreak.

Unfortunately, Song Mingjian seemed to never be able to walk out of the shadow of heartbreak. Sheng Qing knew that he loved talented women. For this reason, he desperately read and tried to understand the profound and famous books in the world. During the study break, the other girls would go shopping and sing KTV. She would practice writing love letters while hiding in his dorm room. One after another, she would read them and find them very touching.

He only wanted to give them to the person he loved one day to move his heart.

However, when Song Mingjian returned to his hometown and Sheng Wangqing saw him again, there was already another girl by his side — — Gu Xiangling. When Sheng Wangqing saw her, she could not help but inwardly sigh at her refined and elegant spirit.

There was no need to say anything to such a woman. From the look in her eyes, one could see the aura of a scholar.

A servant girl walked by and sized up the teary girl curiously. She then went up and asked, "Miss, may I ask where you are?"

Sheng Wangqing wiped her tears and laughed with difficulty: "I am Boss Song's friend, I came to see him. Unfortunately, he is with his wife. "