Song Qingcheng suddenly said, You and your brother seem familiar with this friend.
Yes, I am, said Gu Jiazhi with a faint smile, but there was some nai. I am familiar with him. He has been single since his divorce. In the past few years, because of my brother, I have been able to be his companion on some occasions. Others say that we are very suitable, and I once thought so myself.
I heard that Song Qingcheng went to see Gu Jiazhi only to find that Gu Jiazhi also happened to see himself.
Gu Jiazhi smiled first. But my brother, a friend, doesn’t think so. He never thought of making more progress outside of having friends with me.
… The whole song dynasty can’t shut up and simply choose silence.
Gu Jiazhi looked out of the window. It didn’t take me long to get to the underground parking garage where you live.
Song Qingcheng turned and found that he had indeed arrived at the Imperial City Garden.
Don’t stop at the gate of the community.
Gu Jiazhi didn’t force it.
Into the apartment stairs, Song Qingcheng looked at the changing numbers, and I still wanted to talk to Gu Jiazhi’s car. I was also curious about what Gu Jiazhi wanted to say to myself.
At seven o’clock in the evening, the apartment door was slammed.
Song Qingcheng just washed the dishes and walked to the Xuan place. Looking out from the cat’s eye, he was an unexpected person.
Opened the door Yujing is smelly face outside.
Ranging from the whole Song Dynasty to respond, Yujing has already moved down inside, throwing the bag into the tea table and leaning back against the sofa.
How did you get here? Song Qingcheng came up to her.
You and I would like to come over?
Yujing she chuckled face more black if it weren’t for my second uncle told me …
I was speechless and rolled my eyes in the air.
Song Qingcheng smiled gently and asked Yu Jing, Have you had dinner?
I didn’t eat it. Are you going to cook it for me?
There are dumplings in the refrigerator.
Yu Jing … Forget it!
Lean over and pull through your bag, dig out a few packets of food from it and start eating potato chips while playing mobile games.
Song city didn’t tube Yujing looked back to the master bedroom bathroom for a while to take a bath.
When she opened the bathroom glass door, she found that Yujing had been lying on the bed, lying on the pillow, her feet tilted by the bed, and there were two packages of food to be unpacked. Seeing the whole city coming out of the shower, Yujing glanced at it and then continued to watch her own series on her mobile phone.
Don’t you go home late? Song city asked 1
Yujing heard this with a snort, which is the default attitude.
At ten o’clock, Song Qingcheng prepared for a light rest.
Yujing noticed, took out earplugs and plugged them into the phone hole.
It may be that Song Qingcheng was a little tired after running around during the day, but when she was sleepy, she came to Yu Jingyin. Do you really like my second uncle that much?
At first, Song Qingcheng was an illusion, but Yu Jing said, He is twelve years older than you, which is different from those boys in our school. Besides, my second uncle is divorced and 
has children. How can you like him? Don’t you feel very disobedient when you are together?
Song Qingcheng opened his eyes and felt sleepy, and Yu Jing asked to eliminate most of it.
… is my second uncle forcing you? I heard that men of their age like to play with young girls best. You came home with me at that time and didn’t know if he was interested in you because he saw your beauty. Then you and his arrogance had to surrender … Yes, my uncle must have forced you.
No, he didn’t force me. Song Qingcheng slowly spoke. What I said at the annual meeting is true, and I have always tempted him to be wrong.
Yu Jing was so angry that she said angrily, Stop sleeping!
Song city turned around and found that Yujing had turned her back and slowly closed her eyes again.
……
The next day Song Qingcheng got up early and went upstairs to buy breakfast.
When Yu Jing got up, she found that she was alone in the bed. She wiped her mouth and saw that the pillow was also imprinted, so she turned the pillow over without thinking.
She still can’t figure out why Song Qingcheng likes her second uncle, and then she also looked at many young lovers online and found that many girls like old men because they lacked fatherly love and family warmth since childhood.
Yu Jing knows a thing or two about the whole family in Song Dynasty, so he is not as indignant as he started.
Yesterday, my second uncle specially called her out of bed before going out. I don’t seem to know that she scolded Song Qingcheng and asked her to come to the Imperial City Garden to accompany Song Qingcheng these days.
This seems to be the first time juwan has actively told her to do things.
Open the master bedroom door and Yu Jing shakes out to smell the aroma of fried soybean milk.