After Song Ling hung up the phone, the car speed became noticeably slower. The blockage in his chest that had lasted for half a month seemed to suddenly clear up.
His expression wasn't as gloomy.
Looking at the woman next to me who was pouting in anger, I suddenly felt that she was not so hateful, and even a little cute.
Liu Zhiyuan turned around angrily and looked out the window, but strangely, the aura around him didn't seem that cold.
She felt the uncle was looking at her, but she ignored him and looked at his face reflected in the window glass. The gauze on his forehead was obvious.
She sighed slightly, and the man next to her suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"
She was surprised that he cared if her wound hurt.
What's his routine? He's always angry and serious!
Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Ling repeated it again.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
Now Liu Zhiyuan was even more frightened.
Why couldn't she see through him at all? Why did he suddenly become gentle? There was a hint of worry in his tone.
She thought about it and figured it out.
It should be the call he answered just now. She guessed that the call was from Xu Su, and she felt a little sorry for Xu Su.
Every time I call the uncle, I talk to myself and end up getting scolded by him.
well.
It's really sad.
"Aren't you angry?" she couldn't help asking.
Song Ling's eyes flickered slightly, "I didn't."
"Does it hurt?" he asked again.
Liu Zhiyuan replied angrily, "Where are you asking? My forehead? My chest hurts right now. I'm angry at a jerk who tried to cheat on me..."
Before she could finish her words, a long arm was placed over her heart.
She was surprised.
"Song Ling, what are you doing? You scared me to death!"
Song Ling is a light word, "rub".
Liu Zhiyuan was startled and quickly tightened the collar of her shirt, looking at him warily.
"You're obviously attacking the chest, okay?"
A beam of pure flame danced in Song Ling's eyes, which were like deep pools of water. He nodded slightly, "That's a good suggestion."
Liu Zhiyuan frowned and panicked.
"No, uncle, don't be a hooligan!"
Song Ling looked at her domineeringly and gently rubbed her chest.
In an instant, the soft touch stirred the nerves that had been suppressed for half a month.
The light in his eyes suddenly became a little hotter.
Liu Zhiyuan slapped him away, hugged her chest tightly, defending her territory, and warned: "Song Ling, it's only been half a month, and you've turned into a hooligan. I tell you. I'm very angry now, please stay away from me."
Song Ling drove while looking at her angry little face.
Her little face was a light pink, reflecting the street light through the window glass, and it also had a seductive aura.
For a moment, he felt a little hot, and looking into her eyes, he felt even hotter.
He didn't know that women are very cute when they are angry.
Maybe it's because the misunderstanding has been resolved and my mood is not as gloomy anymore, so my perspective on things has changed.
The normal way two people get along together is that she always says that he cherishes words like gold.
Now she was silent, and neither was he.
But strangely, the atmosphere in the car was not awkward.
Liu Zhiyuan's little face was looking out the window, not intending to speak.
When she got home, she got out of the car and he stopped.
She was waiting for the elevator, and he came over to wait for the elevator with her.
The elevator came, she got in, and he got in too.
Liu Zhiyuan pouted. He really was a guy with no emotional intelligence. He didn't even know how to say a few words to coax her.
She didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.
She was so angry that she deliberately stepped on him in the elevator, dirtying his smooth shoes.
Song Ling looked down at the shoe surface, then looked at her.
Liu Zhiyuan quickly turned to the elevator wall and looked at the gauze on her forehead in the mirror.
He didn't say anything, just took out a tissue and wiped the shoe surface elegantly.
Liu Zhiyuan watched his movements through the smooth elevator wall, turned her back to him, and rolled her eyes.
When she got home, she dropped her bag and went back to her bedroom, then tried to lock the door.
However, the uncle foresaw her behavior in advance.
I quickly pressed the door lock, and his line was simple and rough, "I want to sleep with you."
Liu Zhiyuan was speechless, "No, I don't want to sleep with you. Move aside, I want to sleep."
"You didn't take a shower." He hit the nail on the head.
"It's okay if you don't wash it!" she gritted her teeth.
"Don't be angry!" He was stunned for a few seconds and then uttered these four words.
Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath. He was such a proud man.
Not angry? He said he wasn't angry anymore, so he wasn't angry anymore?
"Doctor Song, please pay attention to your attitude.
We are two independent individuals and I have my own choices.
Did you ever care when I was angry?"
Song Ling frowned slightly before saying, "Don't be angry!"
Liu Zhiyuan was a little nervous.
She had never seen a man like the uncle.
Doesn't he know that women can be coaxed? A little temper like hers can be cured with a little coaxing.
The two of them, one inside the door and the other outside, were in a stalemate.
The uncle didn't say much, just looked at her.
Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and asked weakly, "Uncle, you are such a nuisance.
Can we change the way we do it? Women need to be coaxed, especially a cute girl like me. She needs coaxing even more."
After Song Lingshui was stunned for a few seconds, he spoke, his voice magnetic and hoarse.
"How do you coax her?"
Liu Zhiyuan was about to cry.
Just then, her stomach growled unwillingly; she was hungry.
She is really hungry.
Although I had a hearty meal at noon, I was urgently called back by my mother after get off work, and then a series of things happened.
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