"You can’t kick down the ladder." Song Qingcheng overlooked the small and dense scenery in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 23rd floor. For a moment, her brain let her hand touch her flat abdomen. "Suddenly there is an illusion that the poor are suddenly rich."
"Stop being rich at first, and return the villain to success" Shen Che crooned.
The whole Song Dynasty evokes the corners of the mouth "I’m really afraid that when I wake up, it’s all fake"
Shen Che asked again, "What did Yu Tingchuan tell you?"
"What?"
"What did he say about the wedding?"
Song Qingcheng seriously thought about it, only to find that there was really nothing to think about, including Yu Tingchuan’s explanation when she left the apartment that she could temporarily live here to get married, except for the car, which seemed to be forgotten casually, just like throwing a stone into the lake, which could make some ripples, but the lake would soon return to calm.
Shen Che is even more uneasy. "Will he want to stabilize you first for fear that the reporter will find you and make a fuss about it, which is not conducive to the company’s report to find a room to hide you-"
"I’m still a good friend. I don’t want you to pour cold water on me like this." Song Qingcheng interrupted him. "You expect me to stumble before my branches are stable?"
"I am worried that you will be cheated!" Shen Che said
Song Qingcheng’s smile faded. "If you cheat, you cheat. I didn’t fool him less."
"Forget it." Shen Che didn’t know what else to say. "You should pay attention to something and hit me."
The phone line was closed, and Song Qingcheng didn’t stay in the living room.
She went into the kitchen and burned a pot of hot water for herself, and took advantage of the gap to stroll around the apartment.
The master bedroom has a large area and a separate coat and hat.
Song Qingcheng opened the wardrobe and looked at it. Men dressed mostly in shirts and suits, and there were also some casual polo shirts and trousers. I didn’t find anything about women.
Bad taste flooded her and then went to the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table.
There is no condom except some a4 paper in the drawer.
The whole song dynasty squatted at the drawer and suddenly remembered that Yutingchuan put his hand on her leg, which seemed casual but with some other meanings. She didn’t dare to think about it. She just got up and left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to drink water.
Song Qingcheng went to the hospital at five o’clock in the evening.
Grandma is hospitalized all the year round and is not very well informed about the outside world.
The photos in those newspapers were blurred and there were so many people with the same name. When Song Qingcheng appeared in the hospital, no one gave her a strange look.
However, the old man recalled Aunt Xu’s nephew. "Have you not been in touch with others recently?"
"Well, the phone broke down before."
Grandma saw that she was perfunctory and sighed, "Aunt Xu has come to ask me many times. People like you very much. I heard that my monthly salary has increased recently and I plan to buy him a house in Nancheng."
Song Qingcheng didn’t answer this, thinking about his own business and half-truths, saying, "You want me to fall in love so much. If I flash marriage now, you must be smiling from ear to ear."
Old people who are popular in flash marriage also know something about "flash marriage".
Looking at grandma’s broken heart, Song Qingcheng pulled up the old man’s hand massage and hesitated to explore the opening. "Now it’s not popular, uncle Yao, just like my age, can find a man in his early thirties and the other party must have a house and a car."
Grandma said angrily, "When you get married, you covet each other’s houses and cars?"
"Of course, you must have a successful career."
Hearing her say that, the old man’s face smiles even more.
Song city feel about the same, pay attention to grandma’s expression and say "grandma is me …"
"Hey, the granddaughter is coming again?"
Song whole smell turned to see the carers come in.
The nursing staff went straight to the bedside and dragged the chair without being polite. "The old man told your granddaughter about the object again?"
"This kid won’t listen to me." Grandma sighed faintly.
"I’ll wash the grapes."