“Where have you been?”
Song Shengsheng had changed her clothes, her long hair was braided into long braids, making her face look small, and she looked clean and refreshing in the gradually stuffy summer day.
Fu Chengyangyang said, “I went to buy some buns and soy milk.”
Fu Cheng saw that her complexion seemed to be a little white. When she woke up in the morning, she unconsciously fell into his arms, her little face was red in sleep, and she looked like she didn’t feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, my face turned pale again.
Fu Cheng put the steaming bun on the table and frowned and asked her, “Are you feeling uncomfortable again?”
Song Shengsheng felt upset when he thought that he was relying on this person to help her rub her stomach last night.
She shook her head: “No.”
Fu Cheng nodded, “Eat first.”
Song Shengsheng couldn’t say anything, she was sensitive to people’s emotions.
At this moment, Fu Cheng seemed to be quite depressed and a little depressed, but he didn’t act very clearly. He was not a person who knew him and couldn’t tell at all.
Who provoked him early in the morning?
But Song Shengsheng would not ask him why he was in a bad mood.
She doesn’t want to ask, so she doesn’t ask.
Because she asked, she wanted to comfort him.
But comforting others is a time-consuming and sincere thing.
In the past, her mother always twisted her ears and said with a grudge that she couldn’t spit out a nice word in her mouth, and her younger brother and sister cried so much that she didn’t know how to say a nice word to coax her.
But Song Shengsheng just doesn’t want to use lies to coax others.
Strangely, it’s uncomfortable.
She can’t empathize with others when they cry, and she also pretends to be as sad as her. This is too hypocritical.
So at this moment, Song Shengsheng picked up the bun heartlessly and chewed it slowly.
The stuffing of buns is all meaty.
She likes to eat very much.
Unconsciously, there was only one left of food, and Song Shengsheng remembered to ask, “Have you eaten?”
Fu Cheng’s eyebrows, which had been holding, seemed to stretch a little, and he said, “I’ve eaten.”
So Song Shengsheng felt at ease and finished the last bun.
Fu Cheng had time to look at her residence now, and he didn’t have time to take a closer look last night. The room was small.
But it was cleaned up very clean.
There was an axe hidden behind the door, with a lock on the outside and a lock on the inside.
It can be seen that she is very careful and is always on guard against others.
Fu Cheng is not unaware of how timid she is. She has lived there for the past few months. When it is late at night, people may also think randomly and be scared by herself tossing and turning.
Fu Cheng hopes she will have a good life in the past few months.
Before this morning, I thought she was really doing a very casual life.
But, not all.
Otherwise, how could she secretly hide and cry?
She herself didn’t realize that she was actually very timid and a little clingy. She liked to kiss, hug, and all intimate actions.
These intimate entanglements.
It can give her more sense of security.
Every time after a fight, she swore that she would sleep separately, and in the second half of the night she would unconsciously roll into his arms and hold something in her hand to sleep peacefully.
When Fu Cheng thought of this, his heart felt unspeakable sting.
It hurts a little more than needle pricking.
“Are you finished?”
“Yes.”
Song Shengsheng looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost time for her to go to work.
She took the key and started to drive him away with words openly and secretly: “I’m going to work, Commander Fu, please leave.”