I don't want to live again

Chapter 64 064 Here Comes the Bowl (Second Watch)
"Brother, I admire you so much. Really, you can play any musical instrument... Are you not good at studying? Speaking of which, our level is about the same."

Shen Wei hugged Song Qingcheng's shoulders, raised his brows and said.

At this moment, Shen Danchen couldn't bear it anymore: "Shen Wei, can you be more serious? He can be admitted to Donghai University, how could he not study well?

And he is still the first grader in our school. People who have received bursaries, don't use your superficial knowledge to interpret others! "

"I'm good at studying, and I can write songs, sing, and play musical instruments. I'm just born to be a lover..."

Shen Wei praised, but before he finished speaking, Shen Danchen kicked him on the leg: "Okay, don't use your shallow opinion to understand Xueba."

Song Qingcheng smiled, and Shen Wei secretly winked at him with a cheerful smile.

When leaving the recording studio, Shen Wei still gave the violin to Song Qingcheng, and he was very enthusiastic, and it was inconvenient for him to refuse, so he had to take it away.

"Mr. Shen, I can't take Shen Wei's things. There's no reason for that. I need to trouble you to take them back to him." On the taxi back, Song Qingcheng stared at Shen Danchen seriously and said.

Shen Danchen glanced at him and shook his head: "This matter has nothing to do with me, you can accept it as a gift from him... Anyway, he left it there."

Song Qingcheng thought about it, and put it away, since Shen Danchen said so, then he will not be polite.

Back at school, Shen Danchen got off the car, and Song Qingcheng went back to the hotel.

Continue to write the book, bowl bowl will come tomorrow, he is still a little excited.

Being a human being for two lifetimes, Song Qingcheng originally felt that there might be nothing worth looking forward to in the world, but whether it was Wanwan or Feifei, they all made him feel a kind of emotion.

Youthful spirit.

The phone rang, Song Qingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, picked it up, and Xia Feifei's voice sounded: "Mr. Song, the affairs of the house are almost settled, and the contract can be signed on October 10th. Do you need a loan here?"

"That's no need, can the birth certificate be processed?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Xia Feifei responded: "It can be done, and there is no demolition there now, so if it is sold, it will be sold, there is no limit."

"Thank you then." Song Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.

There will definitely be demolition. Song Qingcheng remembers that it was in 2005. By then, many houses could be allocated.

Xia Feifei smiled lightly: "Remember to open a corporate account with our bank for your new company."

"Don't worry." Song Qingcheng replied.

When he put down his phone, he squinted his eyes, and then let go of this matter. After a few years, he can go to the suburbs and look for the factory again. It is best to buy a piece of land, and he is not afraid of being far away.

At Donghai Railway Station, Song Qingcheng was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of casual shorts, standing in the shade, looking at the exit.

Wanwan was about to arrive, he let out a sigh of relief, making himself look much calmer.

When Ning Qingwan walked out of the station, she covered her forehead with her hand to cast a shadow, and then glanced around.

A white T-shirt with a black hip-wrapping skirt, a pair of canvas shoes on her feet, no socks, long legs and thin waist, very beautiful.

"Wanwan." Song Qingcheng called out, and strode over.

Ning Qingwan was startled, then laughed, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Her body was fragrant and her body was soft, Song Qingcheng's heart was restless for a moment.

Pulling up the suitcase, Song Qingcheng took her hand and walked away, interlocking fingers along the way, the two stopped a taxi and got in the car directly.

October in Donghai is still hot. Fortunately, there is air conditioning in the hotel. After entering the room, Ning Qingwan let out a long breath.

"Honey, I miss you so much..." Ning Qingwan took his hand.

But before she finished speaking, Song Qingcheng blocked her words.

Ning Qingwan blushed, sitting in his arms, hooking his neck, Song Qingcheng whispered a few words in her ear.

"Then you should be nicer to me in the future." Ning Qingwan blushed, lowered her head, a little shy.

Song Qingcheng nodded seriously: "Wanwan, you are going to give birth to me in the future."

The suites in the hotel are not small. After all, they are long-term private rooms, so they always need to be taken care of.

The sun shone and shone into the big bed, the sun gradually slanted, and it was past noon.

On the big bed, Song Qingcheng was holding Wanwan in his arms, and Wanwan's face seemed to have turned paler.

She stretched out her hand and patted him a few times, pouted her lips, and hummed twice: "It hurts to death, and you lied to me that it didn't hurt."

"If it really hurts to death, can you still talk to me here?" Song Qingcheng's hands were dishonest, and pinched Wanwan's waist and buttocks a few times.

Wanwan lay on his chest, with two teardrops hanging on her long eyelashes, which made her look even more beautiful against her face.

"Anyway, if you treat me badly in the future, I will go to Aunt Yu every day." Wanwan said softly, opened his mouth and bit his chest a few times, gently, but left a shallow mark.

Song Qingcheng squeezed a few times: "That will definitely be good for you... how many days do you plan to stay this time?"

After finally being a monk no longer, Song Qingcheng felt that it would be a pity not to use bowls to eat a few meals.

Wanwan shook his head: "I still have something to do on the 5th. I have to go back to record the show, so I have to go back early and I can't accompany you. What innovative programs are there on the TV station now?"

Song Qingcheng's heart moved, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Wanwan, and then said softly: "How about I help you create some innovative programs? If the design is good, you should be able to become the official host, right?"

"If there is a good program, I will definitely discuss it with them. If I am not allowed to be the official host, I will go back to Shanjiang to start the program."

Wanwan raised her eyebrows, then changed the topic: "Honey, you are so smart, you must be very powerful, help me."

"Then don't you have to be obedient?" Song Qingcheng frowned.

Wanwan glanced at him: "I came all the way from Xianshui, I haven't had a sip of water, I haven't had a sip of rice, but my stomach is full, isn't that obedient?
And I gave it to you without asking for anything, because in my heart, I recognized you, so ah, in the future, I must listen to you. "

"You are the word of tiger and wolf!" Song Qingcheng kissed her a few times, then got up and said, "I'll go and order food for you."

Wanwan hugged tightly: "Don't... hug for a while..."

There was tenderness in her eyes, to Song Qingcheng at this time, it was because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it when he went to college, anyway, he was not a real monk.

So before she came to Donghai, she had already made preparations, and she should give it to him no matter what.

If she likes him, she has to take advantage of the opportunity to tie her to him. In this life, it's best to be together forever.

Song Qingcheng hugged her tightly, Wanwan's skin was smooth and tender, and his figure was also very good, soft, as if hugging nephrite.

What's more, the bowls are also long-legged, and the bowls for eating are also very good.

　Thanks a wave, thank you all!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)