Come To the Question

After Song Man hung up the phone, he fell into the contemplation of whether Song Qinglan's brain was broken, or did the elderly like family harmony?

Song Man felt awkward. Song Qinglan was a hurdle in her heart that she couldn't get over. She had hidden it in her heart for six years, and some thoughts had long been ingrained.

Song Man was blowing the wind by the riverside. The night wind was damp and cold. Her warm hands had become cold, but her spirit was still relatively relaxed and comfortable. Song Man liked wind and rain. Naturally, the kind that caused disasters was not counted. The rain can make Song Man feel quiet.

When she was twelve years old, she was afraid during thunderstorms. She went to Song Qinglan and learned the truth of some things. Since then, she has worked hard to face that kind of weather, telling herself over and over that she is not afraid, and then she really doesn't. scared.

She even enjoyed the atmosphere by the window on a thunderstorm day, watching the lightning illuminate the sky in an instant, the beauty of that moment was heartbreaking.

Song Man didn't always blame Song Qinglan, at least she let her know that interests can drive people to do anything when she was young.

After Song Man blew the wind for a while, he put on his gloves and helmet and prepared to go home.

Her birthday is still a few months away, but she wants that day to come soon.

Because on that day, she can have a small world under her own name, and she can also fall in love.

Kekekeke, Song Man shook his head and waved the thoughts in his mind.

This matter must be hidden. If Chu Fengqiu knew that she planned to promise her on the day she came of age, she would not be floating.

She was still waiting to see Chu Fengqiu's white silk and black silk. Chu Fengqiu's waist and long legs would definitely look good in clothes.

Song Man covered his smile and started the car.

When he opened the door, Song Man found that someone was sitting there in the living room. Through the back of the chair, only the top of his hair could be seen, but he couldn't tell who it was.

Song Man wondered if her parents had returned so early today, it's only after nine o'clock. Generally speaking, her father, her, and Song Qinglan, it is generally impossible to go home before eleven or twelve in the evening.

"Why are you sitting in the living room?"

Song Man was right, it really wasn't her parents and Song Qinglan, Chu Fengqiu was sitting there with her cell phone in her hand.

"Await your return."

Chu Fengqiu stood up and took the phone in his hand.

"Why are you waiting here?"

"Want to see you sooner."

Chu Fengqiu took a look at Song Man and was completely relieved to make sure that she didn't have any scars on her body.

Song Man said that Deng Wei was beaten and injured and was hospitalized, and then said that he had something to deal with. It was not difficult for Chu Fengqiu to think that she had something to deal with, so he was more worried about whether Song Man would be injured.

"Isn't it the same as waiting upstairs? It takes less than a minute to go upstairs."

It's not that Song Man didn't let Chu Fengqiu come to the living room to wait for her, but he felt that it was a little embarrassing to be in the living room, so that Mama Liu and the servants in the family knew.

"Seeing you one minute earlier is one minute earned."

Chu Fengqiu's words were serious, the light fell on her face, and her eyelashes cast a silhouette, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a tempting kiss.

Her eyes were deep, and every time Song Man looked into it, it was like falling into the arms of the endless sea, sinking into it little by little.

Song Man's heart pounded uncontrollably, and the deer in his heart slammed wildly, shouting that she was her.

Oh hell.

Who can resist such a Chu Fengqiu.

"Then you see now, let's go up."

Song Man stumbled a little unconsciously, and took the lead in walking towards the stairs.

Song Man glared and ran back to his room. The door was left open. He entered the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned on the sink to gasp for breath.

It shouldn't be like this.

Song Man looked at his face in the mirror. The cheeks of the girl in the mirror were a little red, and her usual vicious aura was almost gone, like a girl who was pregnant with spring.

It's not like that, hey!

Who the **** is this!

This is not her Song Man! How could she look like this motherfucker!

Song Man patted cold water on his face, but to no avail.

Hmph, Chu Fengqiu must not be allowed to see her like this, doesn't Chu Fengqiu know how much she likes her?

Chu Fengqiu, who is chasing people, doesn't even blushed, what's the matter with her being chased with such a swaying look!

Song Man soaked a towel in cold water and put it on his face until the blush on his face faded before leaving the bathroom.

As soon as she went out, she saw Chu Fengqiu standing in front of her hand-made glass cabinet.

Her Iron Man little spider Shiranui Mai Ibaraki...and that Chu Fengqiu's hand-painted!

"Do you like it? If you like it, I can draw two more for you."

In fact, Chu Fengqiu still had quite a few paintings about Song Man, which were specially included in a painting book.

"This is the proof of your apology. I only put it up for commemorative purposes, but then again, I didn't know you could draw before."

Song Man only knew from Deng Wei's gossip that Chu Fengqiu knew whether Chu Fengqiu could play the piano or the violin, and then he told Lan that Chu Fengqiu knew how to play the guitar. Only after this hand-painting did he know that Chu Fengqiu could draw.

"Well, I learned it a long time ago, and I can draw when I want to."

Chu Fengqiu had attended training classes before, and had studied for several years, but now she has not attended the training classes. She will watch tutorials on the Internet and practice composition.

Whether it's music or painting, Chu Fengqiu didn't have a special love before, he just learned it as a skill, and after getting into his feelings, he realized that some things were different.

She can play the piano and sing. She can hide her thoughts in it, sing to Song Man, and can draw. She can draw Song Man in her mind and describe her beauty little by little.

"I almost forgot about those things."

Song Man shrugged. Besides fighting, she would probably play a happy birthday song and something as simple as a little star.

After all, she studied before the age of 12. In order not to go to school, she went to the hobby class. At that time, she was interested in everything and learned a variety of things. After the age of 12, she became very focused. She concentrated on practicing Sanda and strived to be the most handsome one. young.

"I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll borrow your homework when I come back."

What Song Man said is called a righteous person. This is a strategic way to save time and brain cells. Anyway, it does not matter if you copy and paste it.

"Okay, I'll help mark it out if it's a little more difficult."

Song Man compared an 'ok', which was simply delightful.

When Song Man washed his hair, he found that his hair was growing again.

After washing, she wiped her hair and left the room. The door of the room was closed. Chu Fengqiu was sitting at the desk, drawing circles on her homework.

Song Man sat in a chair and called his teacher Tony's number.

"Are you free, come and cut my hair."

"If you are free, come to my studio, I will wait for you."

"Come to my house and cut your hair short like before."

"Miss Song Man, please cherish your beauty! I recently designed a new hairstyle, which I think is very suitable for you, and I will do it for you for free!"

"No, if I don't come, I'll cut it myself."

"Wait for me, I'll be at your house in ten minutes."

Song Man hung up the phone and continued to wipe his hair.

"Want to cut it short?"

Chu Fengqiu looked back, Song Man's hair was almost reaching his neck now, and it was indeed longer than when we first met.

"Well, just cut it to the ears."

Song Man didn't like too long hair. He had long hair before, but it was much more inconvenient than short hair.

Not only is it cumbersome to take care of, but it is also inconvenient when fighting.

Song Man once experienced being pulled by someone's hair during a fight, and being pulled by the big men in a fight! Angrily, Song Man grabbed the man to the barber shop after beating him to the ground, and added the man's long hair.

After that, Song Man cut his hair short. After cutting his hair short, he found that the world was completely new.

It's easier to wash your hair, and it's easier to take care of it every morning. More importantly, you're not afraid of someone pulling your ponytail when you fight.

Mr. Tony came quickly, carrying his haircut box.

"Go to the guest room to cut it. After cutting, let the servant clean it up."

Teacher Tony looked resentful, and followed Song Man to the guest room before entering Song Man's door.

"Miss Song, don't you really think about changing your hairstyle?"

Teacher Tony is very heartbroken. He is also a well-known international designer, but this little girl uses it to cut his hair, which is a waste of money.

And Song Man's face is also good-looking. When Mr. Tony saw her for the first time, there were n hairstyles about her that looked good in her mind, but Song Man was determined to cut her hair short, or the kind that wouldn't be hot. Not dyed without taste and aesthetics!

"I might consider another hair stylist."

Mr. Tony immediately shut up. Anyway, he was paying a lot of money from the Song family. Naturally, the father of the gold master has the final say, and the father of the gold master can do whatever he wants.

He let Song Man sit down, put on a cloth to prevent broken hair from falling on Song Man's body, opened his suitcase, tilted his head like this, and saw Chu Fengqiu, who was waiting by the door, looking at Chu Fengqiu. Every autumn's long hair, eyes lit up.

"Do you want this lady to do a styling? I recently designed a very trendy hairstyle. As long as you cut it, it will definitely be the focus of the crowd."

Mr. Tony is a man with orchid finger glasses in a sassy pink shirt. The way he is desperately trying to Amway is really touching.

Chu Fengqiu shook her head silently, she didn't want to be the focus of the crowd.

"You really don't want to try, miss, your skin is white, and yellow can make you look more beautiful. Boys now like yellow-haired sisters!"

"Tony, are you here for Amway or to cut my hair!"

What a yellow-haired sister! She doesn't like her sister with yellow hair at all!

But Chu Fengqiu's words are another matter.

"Don't call people tony when I hate it. If someone has a name, call them Yiyi."

"I'll give you three more minutes, I can't finish cutting and deducting money."

"I'm coming."

The actions of the well-known designer are really neat and neat. Although it didn't end in three minutes, Song Man said that, and that's why Song Man likes his cuts. His skills are worthy of the money he gets.

After Mr. Tony finished cutting, he walked away numbly. Song Man called the servant to clean and touched his hair.

"You seem to have broken hair on your neck. I'll take it off for you."

After Song Man returned to the room, Chu Fengqiu suddenly spoke.

"okay."

Song Man lowered his head and let Chu Fengqiu's fingertips caress the back of her neck.

The cool fingertips brought a strange electric current, and Song Man's waist was inexplicably weak.

"All right."

When Song Man couldn't help raising his hand to do it, he heard Chu Fengqiu speak, and fell on the bed like a big amnesty.

Chu Fengqiu withdrew her hand, her fingertips rubbing against each other, as if to remember the touch.

The palms were clean, and there was no broken hair.

The author has something to say: Some people say that the villain of my sister is a failure, good or bad, but the role is not a template. No one stipulates that a person can only be good or bad to the protagonist. I didn't find it, and I don't know if things will turn into another way. I hope everyone can look at it in a diversified way. It's normal to like it or not to like it.