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Chapter 60 What About Me? [Ask for a recommendation ticket]

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Back to Jincheng Airplane.

The two positions next to each other annoyed Song Miao a little.

Subconsciously moved to the window, turned his head to look out the window into the darkness.

Xing Shao's eyes closely followed her every move, feeling that she was a little uncomfortable, he pinched the corner of her clothes and tugged lightly, his voice was soft, "A Miao, shall I go to the back?"

Some grievances.

"Let's eat barbecue when we arrive." Song Miao tilted his head and stared at him, "The old one is still there."

Answering irrelevant questions is barely acceptable for him to sit beside her.

Xing Shao knew that those things in her heart could not dissipate instantly, he could only heal those scars slowly, so there was no rush.

Along the way, Song Miao occasionally found a topic to force herself to talk to him more, and when she got off the plane, she was already able to chat with him very calmly.

No one mentioned the past, she pretended that those times did not exist.

That night, she heard nothing.

The current Song Miao is still Song Miao living in a honey jar.

When Mo Yan's car stopped at the gate of the airport, Song Miao got into the car first, nodded to him, and thanked him.

Seeing her face, Mo Yan was slightly startled, and his brows frowned.

Sure enough, she looked more like a bewitching fairy than Han Yin said.

After Xing Shao ordered to drive, he chatted with the girl with a smile on his face.

Seeing that his boss looked like a young man who just fell in love, Mo Yan frowned deeply.

He has been with him for seven years, and he has never seen him treat anyone like this.

It seems that all the body is folded just to make her smile.

It seems that he is really a vixen with superb methods.

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East of the canal.

Looking at the contiguous old houses, Mo Yan became more certain of his guess.

for money.

With such a good face, next to a rich man, you don't have to work hard for the rest of your life.

Not enterprising.

A sense of disgust welled up, and when he stopped, he stepped on the accelerator hard, Song Miao lazily leaned against the car door, without paying attention, and knocked his head on the car door.

Xing Shao hurriedly glared at the driver, and reprimanded him in a cold voice: "I can't drive anymore! There will be another time, you'll be an asshole!"

"Yes, Mr. Xing."

Xing Shao snorted, took Song Miao out of the car, chatted with her and went to the barbecue stall they always went to.

The barbecue stand is still the same as before.

Two tables with mottled marks are placed outside, and the vegetable selection area is still a small window. You have to shout at the proprietress at the top of your voice, and the proprietress will pay attention to you.

Song Miao looked at the person ordering food, a little absent-minded.

It seemed that eight years had changed him nothing.

Maybe because of his excellence, his natural arrogance is still well protected by him.

When he sat beside her, he looked carefree again.

"I ordered the spicy fried clams you like." He said with a smile, and the smiling Song Miao's mind was full of memories of the first time they ate here.

Song Miao knew that Liu Yin was right again. Sure enough, her first love stimulated her much more than ordinary men.

Song Miao, think about it.

Think of your best moments.

Your talent needs the most painful stimulation.

"A Miao?" Xing Shao called her, interrupting her stagnant thoughts.

"Ah?" Song Miao turned her head to look at him, dumbfounded and cute.

Xing Shao smiled and patted the back of her head, "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Song Miao nodded, chatting quietly about the clams.

It was rainy in Jincheng this season, and the two of them had just eaten for more than ten minutes when the thunderstorm struck down the long-lasting rain in the soft clouds.

Song Miao subconsciously shrank her legs into the big chair, waiting for the boss to open the big umbrella.

Seeing her letting go of her guard, Xing Shao quickly reached out to protect her from the rain with one hand and the clams with the other.

Song Miao was slightly stunned, laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to block the rain, and said softly, "You protect the clams, and I protect myself."

Back then, she said the same thing.

Xing Shao patted her on the head, "What about me?"

Exactly the same conversation, it seems that the two are still 17 years old.

(End of this chapter)