He was the one who let go first, he made a mistake, he was the one who foolishly let go of the happiness that could have belonged to him.

"An old friend, let's go." Ding Jianye walked forward without turning his head.

The woman turned her head to look at the army green figure, with an unclear look in her eyes.

If meeting Ding Jianye reduced Song Yun's good mood by 20%, then when she saw Song Zhenzhen, her mood, which had been reduced by 20%, dropped to 30%. It was really bad luck.

Song Zhenzhen was standing at the fabric counter and was scolded by a middle-aged man, who mercilessly scolded her for being late.

Song Zhenzhen was almost furious. When she woke up in the morning, her house had been robbed and she made a big fuss, which delayed her work. When she rushed to the department store, she met Ding Jianye who was shopping with his ex-girlfriend. Her mood became even worse. If she hadn't been late, she would have gone up to the store and had a big fight with Ding Jianye. He wanted to dump her and find another one, but that was wishful thinking.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the workstation, I was caught by my boss and scolded. It was so annoying.

If Song Weiguo and Shulan hadn't forced her, how could she have come to work in the department store? She only earned more than 30 yuan a month, standing from morning to night, measuring and weaving cloth for people. It seemed like a decent job, but it was actually tiring.

If she had not divorced Ding Jianye, if Ding Jianye was still an officer and she was still living in the military family compound, she would not have to suffer this. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets.

Just then, she felt someone was looking at her. When she turned her head, she met the pair of eyes that she hated the most and wanted to dig out even in her dreams.

Song Yun.

Not only Song Yun, but also that heartless Song Ziyi. She used to treat him as her own brother. What a idiot.

Song Ziyi rolled his eyes at Song Zhenzhen and was about to leave with Song Yun.

Song Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and saw that her leader had already walked far away, so she hurried to catch up.

"Ziyi, wait a minute." Song Zhenzhen caught up with Wei and stood in front of the brother and sister.

"Really?" Song Yun's face was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry. The contempt and disgust in her eyes were not concealed at all.

Song Zhenzhen glared at Song Yun and said, "I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Ziyi."

Ziyi's expression was exactly the same as Song Yun's. In addition, the two looked somewhat similar, one big and one small, with exactly the same expression, eyes full of disgust and aversion, which looked inexplicably funny.

Song Zhenzhen seemed oblivious to the disgust on Ziyi's face. She forced a smile and asked, "Ziyi, I didn't have the ability to take care of you before, but now I have a job and earn money, so I can take good care of you. Please stay and I'll take care of you from now on."

Seeing that Ziyi just looked at her coldly without saying anything, she quickly added, "I promised my parents that I would take good care of you, and I won't break my promise."

Song Ziyi is no longer the silly boy who believed in Song Zhenzhen wholeheartedly. He has long seen through Song Zhenzhen's true face. He does not believe a word Song Zhenzhen says.

"What are you planning now?" Song Ziyi asked directly, not bothering to beat around the bush.

PS: Guess what Song Zhenzhen wants to do.

"Generate electricity with love" "Generate electricity with love" "Generate electricity with love"