Nian Nian listened to Tang Jingyun's words. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

Although she was reluctant to be 'bullied' by Song Tiantian, she did really want a younger brother.

She cast a pitiful gaze on Song Tiantian, "Aunt Song Song, can you bear with it first, when you give birth to your little brother, Daddy won't bully you anymore." ”

Song tilted a white glance at Tang Jingyun angrily, this man usually looks quite mature and steady, but what kind of messy thoughts are being instilled in the child tonight.

Sunday afternoon.

Song Tilt received an invitation letter, an internationally renowned clothing brand in Italy held a summer new product launch conference, and they invited Song Tilt as a guest to Italy to participate in this new product launch.

For Song Tiantian, it is her honor to release an invitation letter to her, and if she participates as a founder, she will also have a promotion for her brand.

It's a matter of fame and fortune, not to mention, going to Italy......

Song had spent four years in Florence, Italy, and had an inexplicable good impression of the country of Italy, if she could go to Italy this time, she must find a good opportunity to revisit the place she had been thinking about for many years.

Song Tiantian picked up the invitation on the table and looked at it again.

Eventually, she made up her mind to go there, even if ...... Her physical condition is a little unacceptable.

Her fingers clutching the invitation trembled slightly.

Suddenly, her hands were empty, and the invitation was pulled away by a hand reaching from the side.

Song tilted his gaze sideways in surprise, it was Tang Jingyun.

He casually opened the invitation and glanced at it, but when he saw what was on it, his face changed slightly.

"You're going to Italy?"

"Hmm." Song Tiantian nodded, got up, took back the invitation in his hand, and gently put it in the drawer as if he had treasured it.

"The plane the day after tomorrow, probably ...... I'll stay there for half a month. Before he could ask anything, Song Tiantian explained truthfully.

Tang Jingyun took her into his arms, lowered his head to repair the fragrance of her hair, and when he spoke, his voice was warm and cool: "Half a month is too long, I can't bear you." ”

Reluctant......

Song lowered her eyes in despair, her long and thick eyelashes brushed a small shadow under her eyes, her heart seemed to be blocked, she took a shallow breath, trying to calm her mood.

"It's only been half a month, and it's not very long, besides, haven't you come here for the past three years?" She said in a light tone, and her bright eyes gradually filled with a layer of mist.

Yes, he has come over for the past three years, but who can experience how tormented he is.

Maybe Song Tiantian can, but this strange amnesia completely dispelled the painful memories that Song Tiantian had experienced in the past three years......

[I have lived there for four years, and the city is really beautiful, very quiet, it is a famous capital of chemical arts, and the design school there is also very famous......]

A word was suddenly recalled.

He remembered that when Song Tiancai returned to China, he once talked to him about the city of Florence in front of him.

Later, she often told him that if she had time, she would definitely go there with him.

And now, maybe the best time to do it.