After listening to Song Qishen's words, Qian Zhi turned her eyes to the magazine she was holding in her hand.

She actually! Really! took it backwards!!

Qian Zhi's face instantly swelled with heat, just like the red quilt she saw on the Nanyuan master's bedroom last time, it exploded into tomatoes.

The difference is.

Last time it was cherry tomatoes, this time it was almost bell peppers : )

The little girl had fair skin, but now her face was turning pink at a speed visible to the naked eye. She straightened the magazine in a panic, then pretended to be calm and sat on the other side of the sofa, tightly next to the armrest of the sofa.

, far away from him, without even looking at him.

Song Qi let out a chuckle from his deep throat, then leaned back and leaned directly on the sofa.

When Qian's mother came downstairs, she saw two children sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, one on the far left and the other on the farthest side. They were not talking.

She was confused, but didn't think much about it. She walked up directly and said to Song Qishen, "I have brought over all the documents you two need to register your marriage. Zhizhi's physical examination sheets from childhood to adulthood are also here.

, if you two are busy and don’t have time to do a prenatal check-up, you can refer to this."

"Okay." Song Qishen nodded, straightened up, and stood up.

Lu Wanting classified the certificates and some documents into a portfolio, which is easy to carry.

"You young couple need to talk more. We have nothing to say now. What will we do in the future?" Lu Wanting thought of the scene he just saw and felt that it was still necessary to give them some advice.

After all, they are his own children. Of course, Lu Wanting hopes that the two of them get along well. Although it is not a free love marriage, the two children are not extreme in character and have no deep hatred. They are handsome men and beautiful women. With a little care, they can live a comfortable life.

day.

It would be best if feelings can be cultivated. But if there is no relationship, it is not a big deal.

Lu Wanting has been in the circle for a long time, and there are many examples around her of people who seem to be inseparable from each other. They have no feelings and still live a relaxed life without any burden.

Song Qishen had no intention of returning home from just now.

Because Song's house was close, just a dozen steps away, Lu Wanting certainly didn't rush him, but instead enjoyed it.

The two of them sat on the sofa again, talking about business matters, business cooperation between the two businesses, and which countries the Song family's parents had visited. The topic seemed to never stop.

At this time, Song Qishen was neither humble nor arrogant in front of his elders, and could accept anything he said. Although he did not talk eloquently, his occasional responses directly supported the framework of the conversation.

Qianzhi stayed nearby and didn't interrupt. At first, she kept her ears open to listen, but then she felt that she couldn't listen to it, and it wasn't what she was interested in. When she was bored, she started to flip through the magazine she just picked up.

The date of the magazine was not new, and it looked quite serious on the outside. I didn’t expect that it was full of muscular men, which was weird.

Qian Zhi turned over two pages and put them back.

The conversation ended when Qian's mother said she was going to the kitchen, and Lu Wanting found a reason to carry Qian Zhi over, leaving Song Qishen alone in the living room.

"I'll be leaving next Monday. If you need anything, just tell mom."

Qian Zhi was stunned for a while, then slowly said, "Is it so fast?"

"When I come back this time, I finally squeezed out the time. After this period of work is over, I will go back to China to rest for a while." Lu Wanting smiled, "You won't be home by then, so I will go to your new house when I have time.

.”

Qian Zhi didn't hesitate too much. When she heard Lu Wanting's last words, her eyes brightened, "A while?"

"Yeah." Lu Wanting responded and continued to ask, "Qi Shen doesn't seem to talk much since he was a child, but he should still be able to talk. How are you two getting along these days?"

Lu Wanting knew that Qian Zhi had moved to Nanyuan and lived under the same roof as Song Qishen.

After listening to Qian Mu's words, Qian Zhi pursed her lips and thought about it seriously.

To be honest, it was quite enjoyable.

Song Qishen arranged everything very carefully, and Qian Zhi is actually still looking forward to life after marriage.

that is.........

Song Qishen seemed different in front of her than in front of other people.

Qianzhi's mind went through frame by frame like movie scenes, and then she didn't know what she thought of, and the last frame was frozen.

She used her hand as a fan and fanned it back and forth crazily.

In fact, it was nothing, she just suddenly remembered -

That was the first time the two slept together.

She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, feeling dizzy. She raised her eyelids and saw a dark shadow covering her eyes.

Looking up under the dim yellow light on the bed, she found that the two of them were hugging each other, her head was even buried in his arms, the tip of her nose was touching it, and one leg was stretched directly across his waist.

On the side, it looks like a small octopus entrenched.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like she is taking advantage of others.

Qian Zhi was a little shy at that time, and what filled her ears was the warm, clear breath. What enveloped her were the broad, clear shoulders. What rolled up from the tip of her nose was the chilling scent of pine and cypress.

Looking at Song Qi sleeping soundly, she quietly pulled her legs back, pretending that nothing happened.

As expected, Song Qishen did not mention this topic until the next day.

Also, he was sleeping soundly and probably didn't feel anything.

——"What are you thinking about? Why don't you speak?"

Lu Wanting's words successfully brought Qian Zhi back from her thoughts.

"Ah? Ah...it's pretty good." Qian Zhi replied absentmindedly as her memory came back to her.

"That's good. I'll cut some fruit first, and you can go back to the living room. If you two have time, let's spend more time together."

Qian Zhi hummed, and as she stepped over, she looked into the living room through the diamond-paned window with its flower-carved railings.

Song Qishen's eyes were narrowed, and she was holding the magazine she had just read in her hand -

Looking through.

When Qian Zhi approached, Song Qishen noticed the movement and looked over with raised eyebrows, with unclear meaning in his eyes.

"Muscle man?"

Maybe she just didn't expect that when she looked at a magazine, she would see all the muscular men. That's quite the difference.

"..."

Qianzhi choked. She actually didn't read a few pages at all.

Qian Mu answered a phone call on the way, walked out from the kitchen to the living room, and opened the door directly.

Before going out, she tilted her head and waved to the two of them, meaning to let the two of them get along by themselves and leave her alone.

Judging from the situation, this phone call may take a long time.

At this time, Song Qishen stood up first and looked at Qian Zhi, "Go to your room?"

Go to…your…room?

These four words mean nothing when taken apart, but when combined, they make people think of them, and they have to be capitalized and marked in black.

Qianzhi blinked, "...What are you going to do?"

"I brought you some clothes and wanted you to try them on." Song Qishen paused, his tone pointed, and his eyes were full of teasing, "It's you, what are you thinking about?"

"..."

"Miss you brother?"

"..."

Qian Zhi sometimes wanted to twist his mouth, but she was no match for Song Qishen.

"Let's go upstairs." The little girl glanced at him secretly. Then she took the lead in changing the subject and was about to go upstairs.

Looking at the slender and straight line of the back of her neck, Song Qi smiled deeply and said nothing, but just followed step by step.

Qian Zhi's bedroom was at the end of the second floor. After Song Qishen followed her in, he took out a flat gift bag from nowhere and, like a magic trick, he conjured a set of clothes.

After he handed the clothes in his hand to Qian Zhi, he started to look around.

A very typical girl's room, clean and refreshing, with many furry little dolls in the room.

Some are hung on the wall, and some are piled on the floor.

There are many books, but they are all arranged neatly.

There was a faint fragrance of gardenia in the room. Perhaps it had been unoccupied for a long time, so the fragrance was heavy and overpowering, with a bit of ash, but it smelled very good.

Qian Zhi took the clothes handed over by Song Qishen, opened the bag, and looked inside, "What kind of clothes are you going to give me?"

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, she stretched out her hand until it reached into the bag, and then poked it curiously.

"Take it out and try it on. You should take pictures on the day you receive the certificate." Song Qishen said and casually leaned back with his long legs, half leaning against the dressing table.

After a pause, he added, emphatically, "That's what I'll wear that day."

Listening to Song Qishen's tone, it seemed that he was asking for reward. Qian Zhi didn't stop after hearing this, and took it out directly. The clothes in the bag were not heavy.

The tentacles are soft and the cotton is fine.
To be continued...