"Miss, can I have your contact information?" Two girls approached, "A friend of ours wants to get to know you."
Song Qing bit the straw and was stunned for a moment.
"Ah? Me?" Song Qing was a little confused.
The girl nodded. "Ah, okay." The girl handed over the notebook and pen, and Song Qing wrote down a series of numbers. "Can you write down your name?" The girl asked tentatively. Song Qing hesitated and started writing.
Wen Yi and Jiang Yuzhi sat aside, teasing with amusement in their eyes, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, we Qingqing can still be asked for their contact information when we go out to drink milk tea, okay."
"Oh, even eating can't stop your mouths." Song Qing scolded with a smile.
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Lin Yao held the ball and hooked Song Shuhuai's neck, "You can do it, kid. When did you catch me? I almost didn't recognize this kid." Song Shuhuai slapped Lin Yao's hand away, "Go away, you called me kid?" "Okay, your kid can do it."
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Song Qing wore a thin sweater and slippers and ran to the airport in a panic, the tip of her nose turning red from the cold. She walked through the crowd and saw Song Shuhuai who had just gotten off the plane. Her eyes suddenly turned red and filled with tears. "Song, Song Shuhuai, why didn't you answer my call? I thought, I thought you didn't want me anymore." Song Qing cried so hard that her shoulders shook. Song Shuhuai looked at the child who looked like a frightened little rabbit in front of him, and felt so soft. He held Song Qing in his arms and kissed his forehead, "Why did you run out without wearing a coat, huh?" Song Qing buried her head in Song Shuhuai's neck and said nothing. "I didn't mean not to answer your call. I just turned it off on the plane." Song Shuhuai rubbed Song Qing's head.
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Under the dim street lights, Song Qing followed Song Shuhuai, stepping on his shadow, "Senior Song, I stepped on your shadow! The old man said that if you step on the shadow of your favorite person step by step, you will never be separated." Song Qing could not hide the joy in her voice.
Song Shuhuai turned around, took Song Qing's hand, and leaned down.
"Qingqing, let's get married."
Song Qing was stunned for a while before nodding blankly, "Okay."
Intention: Go both ways