Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"So, the question is how to choose you will be happier." Ye Shengge and her husband glanced at each other, and then turned their eyes to her daughter, laughing, "This is only known to you."

...

After sending the two parents away, Qing'er still stood at the same place without looking back. She didn't know how to face A Yao.

Until the teenager hugged her from behind.

Hearing his heavy breath, Qing'er finally couldn't help it: "Ayao..."

"I'm going back home next week." His voice was a little dumb. "Dad only gave me a week at most."

Qing'er suddenly felt heavy in his heart: "... so anxious?"

"Well." His tone was unexpectedly calm. "Dad spent a lot of energy in order to come to Princeton, so I promised him that I would take on my responsibility. Originally, according to the future my father planned for me, stay It is more conducive to my development in China."

Qing'er turned into his arms and hugged him hard. She felt that she should say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and her lips wriggled a few times without making a sound.

"You don't need to make a choice." A Yao's throat knot slipped. "I know your studies are important to you. Of course you should stay here to continue your work and your dreams. I'm just worried. After I leave ,you alone……"

Qing'er suddenly felt a sore heart.

"Don't worry, my cooking has soared recently." She tried to smile, "I will come back to see you as long as there is a holiday in the future."

"Huh." A Yao spit out the word low, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"...What?" Qinger was startled.

"If you knew in the morning how long I wouldn't stay here, you might not have given me a chance from the beginning." A Yao laughed at herself, "So, don't blame yourself, you don't need to be so embarrassed."

Qing Er's eyes were hot.

"What's the point of saying this now." Her tone was a little bit of anger, "I can't bear it..."

A Yao took a heavy breath and tightened her tighter: "I'm sorry, I thought we still have time."

"Humph..." Qing'er hammered him on the shoulder. "It's like we're going to break up... Isn't it a temporary relocation?"

"Well." He chuckled, and after a few seconds he asked carefully, "After that..."

"I will talk about it later." Qinger ticked his lips, "It depends on whether you have this confidence."

He snorted sullenly: "If I get along longer, I will be more confident..."

"Want to hold me..." Qinger laughed, "I'm afraid it's not that easy."

A Yao didn't speak, but her breathing became heavier, and her arms didn't tighten consciously. It seemed to be integrated into her life in this way.

Qing'er almost couldn't breathe because of Tal, she suppressed the surging emotion in her heart, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do you want to strangle me?... Let me loose your hand, be careful of your injury."

He slowly lowered his arm and released her, but his eyes were already covered with mist. Qing'er only felt that the bottom of her heart was more sore. She tipped her toes and kissed him in the corner of his lips: "Okay, even if you are sad, it shouldn't be now, isn't there another week?"

His throat knot slipped and nodded hard: "Uh."