I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 180
Song Cheng turned his head, ignored Hua Zhao, and looked up at Jiang Mo. He didn't say a word, and sat opposite him coldly.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Cheng asked him.

Jiang Mo looked at Hua Zhao who was sitting beside her, and sized him up calmly, "I seem to have seen you before."

"Yes, I have." Hua Zhao nodded, turned to look at Song Cheng, then at Jiang Mo, "We met a year ago."

Hua Zhao stretched out his hand and helped Song Cheng tidy her hair. When he put down his hand again, he looked at Song Cheng with a smile, and said to Jiang Mo, "Unexpectedly, you still remember me."

Song Cheng shook her head, and smiled at Jiang Mo, "He is like this, don't take it to heart, by the way, do you know him too?"

Jiang Mo's eyes flashed an imperceptible sullenness, "It's just that we know the name, we are not familiar with it."

"Oh." Song Cheng nodded and said to Hua Zhao, "Hey, can you calm down a bit? There are still people here!"

Hearing this, Hua Zhao stopped fiddling with her hair, sat up, propped her chin with one hand, and said to Jiang Mo, "Haha, you don't mind, Jiang Mo?"

How could he not mind, the hands under the table were clenched quietly, the nails were deeply embedded in the palms, he was restraining himself, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face.

If everything before was false, Jiang Mo might lie to himself, oh, she doesn't like herself, it doesn't matter, she can pursue the person she likes, he will bless her and support her.

But... he has experienced all the things before, every thing, with her, and those scenes are vivid in his memory, and they are matched with the current scene.

Jiang Mo thought that it would be good if he came to see her and find her, but all this seemed meaningless.

Song Cheng told him that she didn't want to think about the past.

After morning tea, Hua Zhao took the two of them to the town for a walk. The two of them were fighting all the way, and Jiang Mo followed behind alone, showing no interest.

He watched her and Hua Zhao walking together, playing and playing, the smiles on their faces were bright but unbelievable, feeling a sense of loneliness in his heart.

"Jiang Mo, what's wrong with you?" Song Cheng suddenly thought of him, turned around to him, and raised her head to ask him.

Jiang Mo lowered his head, looked at her, shook his head and said, "It's nothing... let's move on."

"Oh, by the way, we will take you to the flower shop here later. There are a lot of flowers and they are very cheap. You can buy a few branches and put them in the hotel. They are very fragrant!"

Song Cheng talked to him a lot along the way, like a chatterbox, talking endlessly.

After walking for a while, I arrived at the flower shop.

That flower shop was the flower shop where the two met again.

Jiang Mo lowered his head, smiled wryly, and followed Song Cheng and Hua Zhao into the store.

He didn't have much interest, and he rarely bought flowers. He went to the flower shop to buy flowers seriously, and it was the time when he sent flowers to Song Cheng.

As soon as she entered the flower shop, Song Cheng was looking for something with great interest, while Hua Zhao followed her, picking flowers slowly.

After a while, Song Cheng ran over with flowers, asked him why he didn't pick some flowers, and then showed him his own flowers.

Jiang Mo looked at the bouquet of flowers in her hand, and Song Cheng explained to him, "This is a champagne rose, and this is a baby's breath. I like these two flowers the most!"

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing him stunned, Song Cheng reached out and pulled his arm, "Jiang Mo?"

Jiang Mo came back to his senses, his eyes flustered, he lowered his head, with a hint of joy in his heart, and asked her: "Why do you like these two kinds of flowers?"

"I don't know, but seeing these two kinds of flowers makes me feel good, the kind that can make me happy all day."

She saw that Jiang Mo didn't take anything, so she stuffed her flowers into his hand, "Since you don't want to buy anything, I'll give you mine."

Jiang Mo stared at the flower in his hand for a long time, a warm current flowed through his heart, and asked her: "Do you know the flower language of these two kinds of flowers?"

For a moment, no one answered him.

Looking up again, Song Cheng and Hua Zhao had already walked to the door of the flower shop, looked at him and said, "Let's go, what are you doing standing there?"

"Oh." Jiang Mo walked out, only to find that Song Cheng was holding a bunch of sunflowers in his hand. Song Cheng said that it was given to her by Hua Zhao. Hua Zhao hoped that she would be born in the sun like sunflowers and bloom every day. happy.

But the flower language of sunflower is silent love...

In order to pick flowers for Song Cheng, Jiang Mo checked the flower language of all the flowers in the flower shop. The manager of the flower shop told him that the flower language of sunflower is silent love, silently guarding the one he loves, so he was very impressed with this flower language. profound.

Now that Hua Zhao gave her Sunflower, he seemed to be a little more certain about what he did to Song Cheng before.

At noon, Song Cheng and Hua Zhao invited Jiang Mo to the house, Hua Zhao was busy in the kitchen, Song Cheng and Jiang Mo sat on the sofa, watching boring TV.

"Can you cook?" Jiang Mo asked her.

Song Cheng shook her head, "Not at all, Hua Zhao has been doing it for the past year."

"..." Jiang Mo stared at the boring TV, "It's pretty good."

The two never spoke again.

After a while, Song Cheng was called to the kitchen by Hua Zhao, and the two were cooking noisily in the kitchen.

Jiang Mo laughed at himself, this was completely different from Song Cheng in his memory, now she was more lively and outgoing.

"What if I say, I don't want to get my memory back at all?"

This sentence rang in his mind again, as if to remind himself, don't think about it, she is no longer your Song Cheng, she is not the same as before, and has nothing to do with you.

"Jiang Mo, come over for dinner!" Song Cheng called Jiang Mo from the dining table, and this voice brought him back to reality.

Jiang Mo got up and walked to the dining table, sat down, and Song Cheng immediately gave him a bowl of white rice.

He had no appetite, so he took a few symbolic mouthfuls of the broccoli in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Song Cheng asked him with concern: "Is it not very tasty? I'm sorry, I made this dish. It's normal that it doesn't taste good... Ha ha."

When Jiang Mo heard that she cooked it, he quickly shook his head and said, "Oh, no, it's delicious. I suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter?" Song Cheng asked him.

Seeing this, Hua Zhao asked him curiously, "What's the matter?"

"How do you imitate me?" Song Cheng looked at Hua Zhao with a displeased look on his face.

Hua Zhao smiled and said to her, "Our Song Cheng is cute, so I just learned it."

"Cut!" Song Cheng reached out and hit him, "Hua Zhao, why are you becoming more and more unscrupulous, it wasn't like this before!"

"Why is it not serious, I haven't always been like this?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, you eat, don't say it's not delicious!" Song Cheng turned around again and asked Jiang Mo: "What's the matter?"

"It's urgent, sorry, I'm leaving first." Jiang Mo stood up and left here.

(End of this chapter)