Life With You

Song Xi did not stay at Gu Dongxu's house for long. Ling Yue returned to Sacheng today and invited her and Qiao Aiwen to dinner before leaving.

When Song Xi drove to the hotel, the two were already waiting in the private room. Qiao Aiwen stretched her arms across the table, and Ling Yue deliberately sat back so that she could not see or touch.

Upon seeing this, Song Xi joked: "Am I here early?"

Ling Yue's expression was the same: "Let's order."

Song Xi sat across from Ling Yue, with Qiao Aiwen sullen and bored by her side. Song Xi asked, "What's wrong?"

She pouted and replied: "In a bad mood."

Song Xi said, "I can see it, why are you in a bad mood?"

Qiao Aiwen lifted her chin and motioned to Ling Yue who was opposite.

Song Xi raised her head and glanced, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Yue replied calmly: "It's none of my business."

When the voice fell, Qiao Aiwen immediately frowned and said, "Why don't it matter to you? You will be leaving in three and a half hours. You don't want me at all if you look like you don't get in. ?"

Song Xi looked down at the order book, and I couldn't see or hear it. You said you, I was in a transparent state.

Ling Yue tried his best to keep his face unchanged. Before that, he had been polished by Qiao Aiwen for almost half an hour. He really regretted that he felt soft for a while and came out to see her early.

Seeing him being silent, lowering his eyes to drink tea, Qiao Aiwen lay on the table, grievingly mumbling, saying that she had been unable to sleep since the day before yesterday, and thought of him leaving...

Ling Yue couldn't help it, frowning: "I will go home for a year, only one week before and after, so it's not that I won't come back."

Judging from her appearance, those who don't know thought he had returned from the west.

Qiao Aiwen looked at him with tears in her eyes and suffocated her mouth and said: "One week, ninety-eight hours, Yecheng and Sacheng are so far apart, I can't see each other if I want to meet each other, how can I spend so long?"

Song Xi didn't look up, and said slowly, "One hundred and sixty-eight hours."

Qiao Aiwen turned her head and looked blank: "Huh?"

With helplessness in Ling Yue's eyes, his lips opened: "Ninety-eight hours a week, how do you count?"

After all, without waiting for Qiao Aiwen's response, he added in a low voice: "What a dumb."

Qiao Aiwen was silent. It seemed that she was calculating the number of hours in a week. After a while, she raised her eyes and replied: "I just said casually, why are you so serious?"

When a woman doesn’t take care of her, she usually acts like a coquettish. Qiao Aiwen is even better at grinding Lingyue, no matter whether there are other people there, she grinds Ling Yue up and down, her ears are red, and she whispers. : "Eat and talk less."

Qiao Aiwen used public chopsticks to pick up dishes for him, and Ling Yue said, "I can make it myself."

She said: "I'm happy, you can control it."

This lady is going to give it to you, you only have the rest, whether he is happy is not important, she is happy is the most important.

Song Xi silently lowered his head to eat, secretly saying that the characters of George Sheng and Qiao Aiwen are really different. At least in terms of love, the two are very different, one is low temperature and slow, and the other is fierce, but the ending is the same. Who.

After eating, the three of them went to the airport together. Qiao Aiwen was still laughing on the way, but when Ling Yue took the ticket and was about to enter the security check, her eyes were red instantly, and she pressed her lips to stare at him, Ling Yue Seeing this, I picked up my heart and said: "A person of this age will cry when they cry. Are you afraid that others will see you a joke?"

Qiao Aiwen frowned, her tears burst into tears, and she said nothing. She just opened her arms and stepped forward, trying to hug him. Ling Yue wanted to stop her, but she raised her hand without pushing her away, but let her Stay close to yourself.

Song Xi said with a wink: "Brother, I won't send you off, please contact me during the New Year."

After speaking, she smiled and turned and walked out.

Ling Yue stood there and said for a while: "Have you enough?"

Qiao Aiwen hugged him hard and replied in a dull voice: "Not enough."

Ling Yue said: "What Sacheng specialty do you want, I will bring it to you when I come back in the next year."

Qiao Aiwen said: "I don't want anything, I want you."

Ling Yue always felt that he was very upright. In the past, when he was in love, he didn't speak sweet words. Not only did he not say it, but he couldn't listen. He always felt very numb, but Qiao Aiwen liked to say such things very much, and he was unprecedented. She didn't feel awkward, and thought about the reasons. Maybe when she said these things, whether she looked in her eyes or her body, she was very honest, as if she was not talking about rhetoric, just telling the truth.

Even if it is a heart made of heart, there will be a hot day, not to mention that he is not hard-hearted at all.

The people nearby were watching them both, Ling Yue lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'm leaving."

Qiao Aiwen hugged him even harder, Ling Yue raised her right hand, squeezed the ball on the right side of her head, and said: "I'm twenty-four and still pretend to be a child. My niece is four years old this year without combing her hair. "

Qiao Aiwen lay on his chest and replied in a muffled voice: "That's because she can't comb her hair."

Ling Yue's eyes were smiling: "Are you quite proud?"

Qiao Aiwen suddenly raised her head and asked with tears, "Don't you like it?"

Ling Yue stared at her, looking at her beautiful face without heavy make-up, and suddenly he was speechless.

Qiao Aiwen shook him twice and asked again: "Do you like it?"

People come and go in the airport, broadcasting one after another. This is a place where people come and people go. I have never felt that leaving is a sad thing. After all, he will come back, but at this moment, somehow, he actually Hypocritically gave birth to the impulse not to leave.

Qiao Aiwen saw that he was still silent, but finally frowned and pursed her mouth: "You don't like me?"

As she said, her arms gradually relaxed, and she was about to withdraw from her embrace.

Ling Yue couldn't tell whether it was soft or warm. He pinched the two **** on top of her head with both hands, opened his lips, and said, "I like it."

Qiao Aiwen's eyes lit up: "Do you like me?"

Ling Yue's lips curled up: "I like your Fuwa head."

She immediately said: "What about me? What about me?"

Ling Yue said, "You are a dumb, do you think normal people like dumb?"

Qiao Aiwen collapsed instantly.

Ling Yueqiang resisted the urge to pinch her face, retracted his hand, and said sternly: "I'm leaving, you should also go back quickly. Be careful when driving on the road."

The parting sadness that Qiao Aiwen had just suppressed, came up again, watching her moist eyes, Ling Yue tried to ignore it, and said as usual: "Keep the fish well, don't raise them to death."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Will you miss me?"

Ling Yue originally wanted to say no, but her tears rolled in her eyes. He looked at it for two seconds, and replied almost helplessly: "Yes, I will miss you, don't look, let's go."

Qiao Aiwen said: "You go in."

Ling Yue said: "You go first."

"You go in and I'll leave."

Neither of them wanted to leave the other side behind. Poor Song Xi went to the airport Starbucks to buy two cups of coffee. The single dog could only use external force to keep warm.