As soon as Qian Zhi finished speaking, she didn't get a response from Song Qishen.

She waited for a long time, then slammed her little head on the pillow to regain some consciousness, then turned her head to the left and looked directly at Song Qishen, who was still sitting in the original position.

His back was to the window, against the light, and his entire face was half-dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

But at this moment, he was lowering his head and holding a tie between his fingers.

This tie is made of silk, which is as smooth as glaze and has a phosphorus-like brightness. The collar clip is silvery and is placed horizontally at the top. It is a very simple and elegant style.

Very nice.

Of course, excluding the color that is too flashy.

"Do you... like it?" Qian Zhi blinked and looked at Song Qishen's slightly strange reaction, stumbling inexplicably when speaking.

Song Qi looked at her with raised eyebrows, tightened the pads of his thumb and index finger, and rubbed them for a while.

"Did you buy this for me personally?" Song Qishen's tone was a little suspicious and a little uncertain.

Qian Zhi nodded, "Yeah, in addition to the tie, there is also a shirt in the other box."

Of course Song Qishen knew that there was another shirt. He had just unpacked two beautifully packaged boxes and didn't miss either of them.

Qianzhi really put some effort into it this time. The tie alone was expensive. She saw that the material of the shirt was crisp and made it look particularly stylish, so she swiped her card without any hesitation.

After listening to the girl's words, Song Qishen took the lead in bypassing the topic of whether he liked it or not and asked directly, "You are looking forward to me wearing this... color?"

His brows were raised lightly, his eyes were playful, and his voice had a little hook in it, which was really annoying, but he refused to give a clear answer.

"What's wrong with this color?" This time it was Qianzhi's turn to wonder, "Isn't this your favorite color lately?"

Seeing Song Qishen's secretive look, Qian Zhi kindly reminded him, "Just before, not too long ago, didn't you put a new pink supercar in your garage? I saw it and asked Assistant Xia

.”

Song Qishen was still looking at the pink shirt. Hearing this, his movements paused.

He didn't know which words in Qian Zhi's words touched him.

Qian Zhi didn't notice it at all, and rolled up the quilt tightly, curling up into a caterpillar, and then looked at him, "Assistant Xia said, that is your new love."

Song Qishen’s new love.

A pink supercar.

Although Qianzhi doesn't understand their persistence and preference for cars, she also understands that some men's aesthetics will change greatly when they reach a certain age.

"Then I thought you might be more interested in this color recently, so I bought it for you on my own initiative." Qian Zhi actually had some selfish intentions.

She has rarely seen anyone who can look good in a pink shirt.

Song Qishen has broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, and is tall and slender, which is just right.

"New love?" Song Qishen repeated these two words playfully, feeling that this girl was really able to follow other people's thoughts.

What you listen to, what you believe.

Qian Zhi listened to Song Qishen repeating himself back and forth, just like doing Tai Chi. She didn't think much and just kept saying, "You can wear it at any time."

It would be great if you could take a certification photo.

"Why don't I remember that I have a new love with this type of style?" Song Qishen put the things back and arranged them neatly, then straightened up and walked up to the little girl's ear.

The thoughts in Qianzhi's mind were spinning in circles, and before she could fully react, she was interrupted by him.

Song Qishen spoke again, in a low voice, "But since it was given by you, my brother will accept it well."

In fact, Song Qishen himself did not expect that the two people's ideas would coincide with each other and they would be highly concentrated together.

That flashy pink supercar was something he had just ordered back from Europe not long ago. It was also considered his wedding and Christmas gift to Qian Zhi.

However, the holiday opportunity had not yet arrived, so he received the gift from Qianzhi ahead of schedule.

Gifts...he doesn't judge.

But my mind accepted it.

"Still sleepy?" After the topic was hurriedly passed by, Song Qishen grabbed her cheek and motioned for her to get up.

Qianzhi groaned twice, and finally dared to protest for the first time, "You really... got up too early. We students all... get up very late.

This is normal."

Silently and invisibly, Qian Zhi secretly and quietly emphasized the concept of students without any trace.

But after all, Song Qishen was five years older than her, and in every aspect, he focused on being calm and composed.

Just like now——

"I just went to tidy up the study room." Song Qi spoke concisely and suddenly.

It's okay that he didn't mention it. When he mentioned Qian Zhi, he thought of Song Qishen's madness after drinking, which was more powerful than ever before.

She was in a hazy state and could still see the messy corners of her desk.

The tidying up he mentioned is probably a fairly large amount of work.

Qian Zhi ignored Song Qishen's words. After pretending to be a quail, she buried herself in the gap between the two pillows and lay down instead.

To be honest, her waist was pinched yesterday and she felt a little dull pain.

"Since you reminded me like this, my brother also feels that it is a bit too early."

Qian Zhi said "Huh" before she could fully say it. She uttered a half-sound and turned to look behind her. Before her eyes even touched the other person's body, she immediately pulled back as if she had been burned by a hot water kettle.

Song Qishen was unbuttoning his shirt unhurriedly, looking at her with narrowed eyes, a hint of spring in his eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

"You've invited me like this. Can I stay with you for a little longer?"

Did she invite him?

She! What did she invite him to!

Before Qian Zhi could say the rest of her words, she was swept into a new wave.

In this bright and dim morning, Song Qishen overturned his previous rules and directly followed it, once again enjoying the exclusive joy of baking pies.

In her confusion, she heard Song Qishen's voice coming from behind.

"How stupid are you? I bought that pink sports car as a gift for you. Logically speaking, you girls like this color, right?"

"............"

Qianzhi's brain was stuck for a moment, and then completely shut down.

It was rare for Song Qishen to get up so late. When he woke up again, he picked up his mobile phone from the bedside and saw that it was almost noon.

After he stood up, he wanted to pat Qianzhi, but he almost touched her with his raised hand, so he gave up in the end.

Thinking of her own theory about students, Song Qishen decided to call her during lunch.

After setting an alarm clock for Qian Zhi for 12:30, he straightened his clothes a little, put on his home trousers and went out. On such a rare day to spend time with her on the weekend, Song Qishen couldn't help but feel slightly stunned.

The smell from just now lingers in the master bedroom, and the memory comes back after leaving the body.

In fact, it was okay that he had never opened meat before, but once the initial door was opened, Song Qishen felt that his control dropped off a cliff.

The defense line also collapsed so quickly. In many cases, the thirst surged up almost immediately, wearing away the will of the people and defeating them.

He lowered his eyes slightly, fiddled with his phone for a while, and then directly threw a photo into the group.

【q:[picture.jpg]】

[Lin Yanzhi: If you have something to say, say it quickly; if you have something to say, say it quickly. 】

[Zhou Yunxing: What is this, pink? 】

[Xiao Li: My dear, are you too coquettish? 】

Seeing this, Song Qishen slowly typed this sentence——

【q:Nothing.】

【q: Just a Christmas gift from Zhizhi.】

[Lin Yanzhi: Oh.]

【Zhou Yunxing: Oh.】

[Xiao Li: Oh.]

[Lin Yanzhi: The yin and yang are strange. I strongly recommend dragging him out and beating him to death. 】

[Zhou Yunxing: Seconded, it has caused extreme physical discomfort. By the way, it is strongly recommended to do "get rid of it" first. 】

[Xiao Li: I understand the truth, but here comes the key point. Why did Zhizhi give you fans? 】

Song Qishen stared closely at the last sentence sent by Xiao Li.

Suddenly I remembered Qian Zhi's determined tone when she first started talking to him.

Assistant Xia Qingqing played a lot of role in fueling the flames here.

Could his new love be the kind of color that only a little girl would like?
To be continued...