Jiang Zhihan still looked his usual, with a calm and serious look on his face.
However, against the backdrop of the colorful fireworks, his face was not so sharp, and looked much softer.
Song Qingyou's eyes were like flowing honey in his eyes.
The moment he and her looked at each other, Jiang Zhihan suddenly understood: Love cannot be hidden, even if you cover your mouth, it will show from your eyes.
He didn't intend to pierce the layer of window paper between the two of them.
Because he put a shackle on himself
—he can turn into a cat from time to time, and he can't make any promises.
But now, Jiang Zhihan suddenly didn't want to care about the shackles.
His body was tense, and the thumb of his right hand was rubbing his index finger uneasily.
After a long silence, Jiang Zhihan finally decided to take a step forward.
He reached out to Song Qingyou: "Do you want to hold hands?"
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Jiang Zhihan to say this.
She really wanted to complain, this is not a lively market, and she is afraid of people getting lost, and what does holding hands represent? Could it be that after Jiang Zhihan turned into a cat, she raised his paws too much, and he got used to it?
However, no matter how much desire to complain, it dissipated when Song Qingyou looked up and saw Jiang Zhihan's eyes.
The originally calm lake surface seems to be surging at this time, reflecting the emotions of anxiety, tension and apprehension.
Like a ghost, Song Qingyou handed out her hand.
Jiang Zhihan quickly grabbed her hand with a little force.
Song Qingyou thought of teasing him, and couldn't help ticking his palm with her fingertips.
If there was a seemingly nonexistent itch in his heart, Jiang Zhihan looked away unconsciously, and the tips of his ears began to turn red.
Seeing this, Song Qingyou's trouble-making heart instantly gained the upper hand.
Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she clasped the opponent's wrist with her backhand and pulled him down.
Jiang Zhihan bent down unexpectedly, the tip of his nose almost bumped into Song Qingyou's face.
The latter stared at him with a half-smile, his eyes bent into crescents:
"Don't you have anything else to tell me? Jiang Zhihan?"
"I-"
Song Qingyou: "Squeak?"
I don’t know when the fireworks have been set off.
There was silence all around.
Jiang Zhihan took a deep breath.
Then he heard himself say in a steady voice:
"I like you."
There is no follow-up simple confession, with a bit of youthfulness that does not match the age.
Jiang Zhihan is not someone who will run away.
He looked at Song Qingyou with burning eyes, as if he wanted to observe all her reactions.
Song Qingyou tightened the hand clasping his wrist.
"Then you want to try dating?"
"ah?"
Jiang Zhihan was rarely dull once.
Song Qingyou repeated: "Do you want to try dating?"
"you-"
"I have a crush on you." Song Qingyou said frankly with a smile, "But I don't know how much I have a crush on you."
"So, do you want to try dating?"
Jiang Zhihan's brain was like a display screen that suddenly shut down. After the screen was full of snowflakes, there was another sound and picture of fireworks.
Song Qingyou didn't expect his reaction to be so big.
This, on the contrary, made her playful and little thoughts of trying to make fun of others nowhere to rest.
She clenched her fist close to her mouth and coughed lightly: "I thought that to say that I like someone means that I want to associate with him, don't I?"
Jiang Zhihan didn't answer.
Instead, he hugged the person directly into his arms.
The warm breath and the beating heart that was close at hand made Song Qingyou stunned.
"I am also very happy today."
"Um."
Song Qingyou responded in a low voice, listening to Jiang Zhihan's slightly faster heartbeat, she didn't break free.
‘嗡—’
‘嗡—’
The vibrating sound of the mobile phone broke the calm.
Immediately afterwards, several voices came from downstairs.
"Green pomelo—"
"Sister Yuyou—"
Obviously, it was Song Qingyou who "disappeared" for too long, and was discovered by everyone who was addicted to games and watching fireworks.
Song Qingyou quickly broke free from her arms and answered An Sui's call.
"Qingyou, where are you now? Uncle is looking for you everywhere, saying that it's too late, and asking if it's time for you to go back and rest."
"I'm inside the castle, come out immediately."
Song Qingyou hung up the phone and left.
Didn't take two steps, stopped suddenly, and immediately turned around and grabbed Jiang Zhihan's hand, "Come on, let's go out first."
Jiang Zhihan stood still.
Then a familiar golden light flashed, and Song Qingyou's hands were empty.
Instead, the familiar tabby cat.
Song Qingyou picked up the coat on the ground and reached out to the kitten.
Jiang Zhihan raised his paw and pointed at the jacket, motioning for her to put it on.
One person and one cat came out of the castle, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
An Sui looked back several times curiously, wondering why Qingyou and Mr. Jiang went in together, but they didn't come out together.
Song Xingye also looked behind Song Qingyou, as if he was relieved because he didn't see anyone else, but in the blink of an eye, he saw his daughter wearing a suit jacket on her shoulders.
"Did President Jiang lend you this coat? You take it off first, and if it's cold, wear this coat on Dad—"
As Song Xingye said, he was about to take off his coat.
Song Qingyou stopped and said: "Boss Jiang has already left early, I don't think there is a place to return the coat, so let's do it first."
"Leave early?" An Sui was full of question marks, why didn't he see someone walking towards the elevator?
"Maybe there is a temporary job." Song Qingyou winked at him.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Jiang must be very busy."
Jiang Xuyan on the side looked at a few people and helped to change the subject: "So Zhi Zhi is here, why didn't I see it just now?"
Song Qingyou: "It's not that Brother Jiang doesn't know, Zhizhi often runs out alone, maybe he didn't know where he was hiding before."
"The cruise ship is about to dock, so we have to find Zhizhi." Jiang Xuyan smiled, "Qingyou went there just now, probably to find the cat, right?"
Song Qingyou nodded.
She's not stupid, so she naturally knew that Jiang Xuyan saw that Song Xingye's expression was wrong, so she deliberately found a reason for her to leave.
As expected, Song Xingye's complexion improved a lot when he heard the conversation between the two.
"I heard from Director An that the crew will be on vacation tomorrow. Qingyou, if you are not busy tomorrow, you might as well live at my place today."
Song Xingye said, "I've already arranged the room for you."
Song Qingyou nodded in agreement.
A group of people were separated at the pier.
Song Qingyou, as the host, did not follow Song Xingye back until she sent everyone away.
Along the way, the car was very quiet.
Song Xingye glanced at the cat his daughter was holding from time to time
——If he remembered correctly, the color of those cat pupils seemed to be the same color as Jiang Zhihan's eyes.
Thinking that she was in Jiang Zhihan's private hospital just after waking up, Qingyou and the other party seem to be in close contact...
Song Xingye was in a complicated mood, but he refrained from asking about their relationship.
It happened that Song Qingyou didn't really want to mention it.
After all, they are just dating, and they haven't even met their parents yet.
Only Jiang Zhihan was vaguely aware that Song Xingye didn't seem to want Qingyou to associate with him.
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