Jiang Fengxing walked with them.

The night was cold, and as soon as he got out of the hotel, Song Zhiyue shrank a little, and goosebumps rose in an instant on his bare arms.

There was a sudden sinking on her shoulders, she turned her head, and Feng Chen took off her coat and put it on her.

"Wait here, I'll pick up the car." The man said in a deep voice.

She nodded, a little warmer, surrounded by the warm smell of her clothes, and a vague smell of tobacco.

Feng Chen and Jiang Feng went to pick up the car, and she stood on the side of the road and waited.

Suddenly, a car stopped in front of her, and the window was only lowered a little, and she saw Wen Mei inside.

She was in a hurry, and when she turned her head, she saw Bai Shaoqing who was about to get into the car next to her, and she shouted, "Mr. Bai." ”

Bai Shaoqing's movements when he got into the car paused, and he turned his head to look at her.

Song Zhiyue walked towards him, and stood too close to Wen Mei to misunderstand that she hooked up with three and four, and stopped a few steps away from Bai Shaoqing in a proper manner.

"Miss Song, what's the matter?" Bai Shaoqing asked.

Song Zhiyue's head was a little stuck, just now she was just afraid that Wen Mei would say something to let her leave Fengchen again, so she called him in a hurry, and she seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, she was blessed to her heart, and she said, "I'm sorry at the banquet just now, that Miss Tong came to me and made her misunderstand you." ”

Bai Shaoqing's eyelids didn't move, and he didn't move: "It's not in the way, anyway, I will deal with these people." ”

Just a sentence, Song Zhiyue didn't know what to say again, she glanced at her afterglow, saw Wen Mei kicking her, closed the window, and the car drove away, she looked at Bai Shaoqing again: "Mr. Bai go slowly." ”

Bai Shaoqing nodded, and then got into the car.

Feng Chen and Jiang Fengxing came out of the parking lot one after the other, Jiang Fengxing drove directly in front of her, and Feng Chen's car stopped.

After getting into the car, although it was very warm in the car, she still wore dusty clothes and tightened up.

When the idea of sealing the dust arrived, he said, "Still cold? I'll turn the heating on for you? ”

She shook her head, "No. ”

If the heating was turned on and it would be hot later, she would have to take off his clothes, and she wanted to wear them a little longer.

Back home, Song Zhiyue was a little tired and didn't want to move.

"I'll put you in the bath water and take a good soak." Feng Chen looked at her, and then went into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, and Song Zhiyue was sitting in front of the dresser, undressing her hair.

When doing hairstyles, there are a lot of small black hairpins on his head, and if he accidentally pulls his hair, Song Zhiyue has a hard time dismantling it.

Feng Chen stepped forward and stood behind her: "I'll come." ”

Song Zhiyue curled her lips: "Don't hurt me." ”

The dust was very light, and she took off the small hairpins one by one, and the long and silky hair was loose and curly, as if it had been burned.

Song Zhiyue looked in the mirror and brushed her fluffy hair again: "You said that if I perm a hairstyle like this, will it look good?" ”

"It's not pretty." Feng Chen likes her to have straight hair, with her pretty bun face, cute and lively.

Song Zhiyue was still thinking about whether she should perm her hair so that she would look more intellectual and feminine.

But hearing him say this, the little thought in her heart disappeared in an instant.

Song Zhiyue stood up and turned to look at him, her dark eyes glowing with a fine light under the lamp, and the glazed brilliance overflowed the entire pupil.

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