126 Follow-up

Why can his father praise his goodness with such a calm attitude after Song Chun did that to his father? Did you even repeatedly persuade her to cherish him? And why did the father say that it was his fault? Is it what he did to Song Chun that Song Chun did to him like this? Originally, I thought I could get an answer when I came back to find my father, but the more I asked, the more confused I became, and there were more and more questions in my heart. What on earth happened to them so keep their mouths shut? Why doesn't anyone want to tell her?

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"Song Chun, since she knows, you might as well tell her the truth, so that she won't have a cold war with you."

In the box of Rongcheng, Fang Jinghao looked at the man with a deep expression opposite his eyes as he spoke. He looked back and pushed Zhou Yuchen beside him and motioned him to persuade him.

Zhou Yuchen put down the wine glass in his hand and nodded, "I also suggest you tell her that she will know sooner or later."

Song Chun glanced at the two, but still kept silent and said nothing.

Zhou Yuchen chirped several times, got up and walked to Song Chun, and sat down beside him.

"Soong Chun, there are so many women who have slept with me. ** Do what they love, but none of them can make me feel the so-called love. Tell me, what is love?"

Yes, what is love?

"Love is a man and a woman playing." Zhou Yuchen smiled and added at the end, "Didn't Carmen sing like this?"

"Song Chun, emotional matters are hard to say. It depends on how you handle it. Sometimes we think it's good for the other party, but in fact, the other party may not feel good. I've been through this in this regard. Fang Jinghao once had an unforgettable emotional experience with Li Xiaoyun. During that time, they hurt each other, but the more they loved each other, the more they fell, and finally achieved success.

"I'm leaving." Song Chun suddenly got up and said.

"Hey, we deliberately came out to drink and relieve your boredom with you who are disappointed in love. Are you going to leave us by yourself before you finish drinking?" Zhou Yuchen was dissatisfied.

"Who is disappointed in love?" Song Chun asked in a low voice, and his handsome face was expressionless.

Fang Jinghao and Zhou Yuchen looked at each other. They exchanged a thoughtful look. The latter got up and smiled and said, "Let's go together. Let's have dinner and chat with her by the way."

"She is not free."

"How do you know?"

"Because she will have dinner with me in the evening." Someone said with a dark face. ..................................................................

He said not to let him find her, but when he saw the caller nickname displayed on the screen, Zhou Yushu couldn't help but feel excited. His hand holding the fuselage trembled and his heart beat a hundred times.

Zhou Yushu, you're done! You have been poisoned by this man too much. You can't fall in love with another man in your life except him.

Zhou Yushu thought so in her heart, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then connected the phone.

"Yi Shu..." The hoarse and beautiful voice came to my ears, and the feeling of sadness spread to my chest little by little.

This man's voice is like a magic spell, and every time she shouts, she sighs with emotion.

When I miss him, I listen to him call her, and the missing in my heart spreads like a turbulent tide.

When I complained about him, I heard him call her, and I felt infinitely wronged.

Even if he is angry again, as soon as he hears his voice, he can't stop missing him. There was even an impulse to act coquettish to him, let him pick her up, and then jump into his arms to act coquettishly.

"Yi Shu, are you listening?" After not seeing a reply for a long time, Song Chun asked again.

"Well, I'm here."

"I went home for dinner in the evening. I bought a lot of your favorite dishes." It's still a spoiled tone, as if nothing has happened between the two. He is still the clear and gentle man in her memory, who responds to her.

Zhou Yishu held the phone, and her throat was so swollen that she wanted to cry.

Why can he still be so kind to her after those things happen?

His father said that everything he did was for her good and asked her to cherish the relationship between the two, but he did not love her and had no affection for her. How could she cherish it?

"I'm driving. It's inconvenient to make a phone call. Let's talk about it. I'll wait for you at home in the evening."

Zhou Yushu's heart was sore and almost cried. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and dared not make a sound.

At this end, Song Chun held the phone in one hand, held the steering wheel in one hand, and looked ahead. He listened quietly at the other end of the phone in his ear. He almost thought that Zhou Yishu had hung up the phone. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, a voice sounded.

"I... ask you one thing, the answer is only yes or no, please be sure to answer me."

Song Chun meditated for a few seconds before saying, "Okay."

Unexpectedly, he answered so simply, but Zhou Yushu hesitated.

"Yi Shu?"

"I... I'd better ask you when I go home at night." She suddenly wanted to see him. Maybe she was afraid that after hearing the answer, she would not be able to face him again. Then before Song Chun could answer, she hung up the phone.

He took the phone and put it on the storage box. He bent down and took out a bottle of water from the car refrigerator and took two sips with one hand, with a smile on his mouth.

Although Zhou Yushu hurriedly hung up the phone, she found that her heartbeat was still beating violently. She didn't know why Song Chun made this call, and specially prepared a sumptuous dinner to coax her home. In short, she couldn't resist all the temptations from him. Moreover, she also wanted him to tell herself that the answer to the question that had been entangled her all day was yes or no.

Determined, Zhou Weishu stopped a taxi.

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Hearing the sound of opening the door, Song Chun, who was busy in the kitchen, did not look back.

There is a faint smell of osmanthus in the air. Needless to ask, Zhou Yishu knew that Song Chun must be making her favorite osmanthus duck.

After changing her shoes and walking into the living room, Zhou Yushu saw the familiar back.

Black suit trousers, light blue shirt, and high cuffs. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the ingredients on the chopping board.

In Zhou Yishu's impression, he seems to rarely wear clothes of other colors other than black, white and gray. Today, it is very rare to wear a bright shirt, which is less serious and distant, and more warm and intimate at home. Zhou Yishu looked at the man who washed his hands and made soup for himself in front of her, and suddenly wanted to hug him. When passing by the living room, he put the bag on the sofa and walked over gently. His arms wrapped around his waist from behind him. His face was against his broad back, and his warm body burned her, gradually penetrated into her body, expelling all the cold and warming her body and soul.

It seems that time is fixed, and you can hold him like this all your life. Don't worry about those messy things again.

"Are you tired?" A deep and gentle voice rose.

Song Chun turned his head slightly, and the lonely line on his mouth seemed to be hooked.

The person holding him behind him shook his head gently, closed his eyes and emptied his brain to feel the beauty in front of him, and didn't think about anything.

"I have prepared osmanthus duck, West Lake vinegar fish, steamed scallops with garlic vermicelli, and bamboo goose soup, all of which are your favorites. It will take more than ten minutes. You can go back to your room and change your clothes first." The charming voice slowly came to my ears, as if it were the most beautiful note in the world.

Zhou Yushu was so enchanted that she couldn't move half a step.

"Song Chun..." She called him gently, and her voice was soft and lingering.