Song Ling looked at the little woman standing at the door for a few seconds, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Liu Zhiyuan actually wanted to ask him when he would go home, after all, he couldn't stay in the hotel all the time.
But the man opposite kept staring at her, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
"Does it look good?" He kept looking at her.
Does he think she doesn't look good in this dress?
After a few seconds, Song Ling nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled, with a slight ripple on her lips, and said mischievously: "Uncle, are you praising me?"
Seeing that Song Ling didn't respond, she walked up and shook his arm.
"Wait for you to praise me."
Looking at her serious, naughty and cute look, Song Ling nodded, "Not bad."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled even more brightly.
"Thank you.
Uncle, when are we going home?" Song Ling glanced at his watch and stood up.
"After dinner, go home!"
Liu Zhiyuan was used to his way of speaking and nodded.
"Okay, I'm really hungry."
Outside the restaurant.
Liu Zhiyuan's legs went weak and she almost fell when she got out of the car.
Fortunately, I held the door in time and it took me a few seconds to adapt.
After Song Ling got off the car, he casually draped his coat over his elbows.
In an instant, his handsome posture attracted the gaze of infatuated admiration.
But he was always immersed in his own halo and indifferent to all the turmoil he caused.
Liu Zhiyuan's walking posture is actually a bit awkward.
Especially when climbing stairs, the pain between the legs is obvious.
Song Ling took two steps and then stopped, looked at her quietly, and opened his arms slightly.
Liu Zhiyuan understood it in seconds, smiled slightly, and put her arm around the uncle.
She chose a seat by the window, and before she sat down, she heard Pei Xiaoxiao's surprised voice.
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