Song Shijun took another bite of pasta and motioned for the servant to pour him water. ,: 。

He was a boy and had a lot of food, so he quickly finished a plate of pasta.

Song Shijun's gaze fell on the plate in front of Han Qiqing, and he reached over, "If you don't eat it, just give it to me." ”

Han Qiqing came back to his senses, slapped his hand away, gave him a blank look, grabbed the fork and said, "Who said I don't eat it." ”

She bowed her head, rolled up the dough with a fork, and put it in her mouth.

Song Shijun saw that she was willing to eat, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then motioned to the servant to make him a sandwich.

Although Han Qiqing still didn't have much appetite, he barely ate a third of the noodles and a bowl of porridge.

After the two finished eating, Song Shijun stretched and glanced at the time.

"At this time, Shao Ji and they should have already boarded the plane."

At the mention of this, Han Qiqing remembered that she couldn't find her passport, she pushed away the chair and went upstairs.

Song Shijun glanced at her and followed.

Han Qiqing entered his room, sat in front of the dresser, and lowered his head to rummage through the drawers.

Song Shijun glanced around the room, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, his hands propped on the soft bed, leaning back, and watching her movements sideways.

"Damn!" Han Qiqing still didn't find it, her eyes were wet, and she was so angry that she closed the drawer hard, and then kicked the cabinet.

Song Shijun raised one leg and kicked it as well.

"Why are you kicking my table!" Han Qiqing turned her head to glare at him and yelled at him angrily.

Song Shijun looked innocent, "I'll help you get angry." ”

"Who asked you to help, what if you kick my table?"

"If you kick it badly, buy it again, I'll compensate you."

"Who wants you to pay for it, I don't have the money to buy it myself?"

Han Qiqing stood up, walked up to him, grabbed his collar as soon as he grabbed him, and looked at him with staring eyes.

Song Shijun smiled, spread his hands and said, "You want to be angry with me?" Come on, ravage me! Torture me! ”

"You're bored!" Han Qiqing let go of his hand and threw him onto the bed.

Song Shijun lay on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and said slowly, "Actually, you can't go to the United States, it's fine." ”

"Why do you say that?" Han Qiqing was puzzled, sat down beside him, and lay down like him.

The two of them lie at a ninety-degree angle.

Song Shijun turned his head to look at her side face and said, "I told you a long time ago, Lu Yichen's guy is not suitable for you, no matter how much you like him, there is no result with him, it is better to give up early, look, now that the passport is gone, it is the answer that God gave you." ”

Han Qiqing stopped talking, and there was sadness on her little face that could not be hidden.

Song Shijun continued, "I really don't understand, why do you like him, what is good about him besides good grades?" That kind of personality doesn't match you, if you're with him, you always have to take the initiative, do you think you'll be happy like this? ”

Han Qiqing was not happy when she heard this, frowned, turned her head to look at him and said, "Hey, can you not talk like this?" What does it mean that he is not good except for good grades? He has more good places to go, are you jealous of him? ”

Song Shijun sneered at his expression and said, "Hmph, I need to be jealous of him? Just kidding you! ”

Come on! He is a mayor and son, and there are more people who are jealous of him, so it is not his turn to be jealous of others, okay?