The distance between me and Xu Nan has always been so close.
This step was not difficult to take at all. He said matter-of-factly, "Xiao Qing, be my girlfriend."
I naturally agree that as long as he reaches out to me, I will always be there for him.
In the days that followed, he helped me to let go, to leave behind all the troubles of life. He became another world for me to run in.
In that sky, he was willful, prone to temper tantrums, always causing trouble, and always taking it for granted that he would call me anytime, anywhere.
"Xiao Qing, I'm at Red Eagle, come pick me up."
For his sake, I learned to drive early on, learned how to help him sober up, and after breaking countless bowls, I finally learned how to make a hangover soup.
Dad would say, "Qing'er, you don't need to do these things."
But for that scoundrel Yan Xunan, I seem to have no other choice.
Since when can I open my eyes naturally without being woken by an alarm clock?
I don't know either.
"Xunan, are you up? Today is your big exam, don't be late."
"Let me sleep a little longer."
"no."
“...”
"I'm angry."
"don't want."
"I'm really getting angry."
"Xiao Qing..." He habitually acted spoiled, his lazy, husky voice in the early morning perfect for being affectionate.
"I told you not to drink!"
"Wasn't saying all that last night enough?" he yawned.
"I thought you were drunk and didn't hear me." I blushed.
"It's Xu Kai's birthday tonight, I'll treat you to dinner. Wait for me at school."
"good."
"Xiao Qing, one day I will surpass him."
"I believe in you, Xu Nan." Although Xu's Construction is excellent, Xu Kaiyuan is not as smart as Xu Nan.
"Qing'er, you're not allowed to be stronger than me, understand?" He always did this, stepping on me to reach the top.
"Fuhua is Fuhua, and Weisheng is Weisheng. Why compare them?"
"I don't like it when you're better than me," he said coolly, and hung up the phone.
He thought he was joking.
He often said to me, "Qing'er, don't be better than me, I don't like it."
Chapter Sixty-One: Tenderness with Hidden Agenda
She waited through countless nights, but there was no longer a Yi Zhengwei driving around frantically searching for her, no one to let her say, as naturally as last time, "Let's get married," or "Let's make up," like now.
-Song Qing
That day, Song Qing got up early and went to a porridge stall near the Yi family's house to buy breakfast for Yi Zhengwei.
The stall owner first met her in winter when she came to buy breakfast for Yi Mantian, who was hospitalized, as an apology.
"It's so hot, are you really going to come in person?"
Song Qing wiped her sweat, smiled and nodded. She stood for a while, supporting her stomach, and was already a little tired.
"I'm leaving soon, could you please give me a ride?"
"Aren't you going to finish your food before you leave? Driving on an empty stomach is bad for your health," the stall owner asked with concern, carrying a child on his back.
Song Qing smiled and turned back into the car.
It didn't seem too difficult to wait a while and have breakfast with Yi Zhengwei at the bank. Thinking about it, she smiled happily. This was the first time she had smiled so easily since Yi Zhengwei left home.
When she arrived at Yi Zhengwei's office, he was taking a shower in the bathroom. So she set out breakfast, then climbed into bed to make his bed. At that moment, she didn't feel tired at all.
Yi Zhengwei walked out looking refreshed. Seeing Song Qing busy on the bed, his eyes darkened, and his joy was immediately suppressed. He really couldn't be happy, and it seemed there was really no reason to be happy. Every time Song Qing gave in, it was always with a purpose, she had something to ask for, or she was forced to do so when he was on the verge of collapse.
The last time I went to the Flying Dragon Hotel to find him was to get his support for Hongshang's research and to persuade Yi Mantian.
The time before that, it was about the child's surname.
The time before that was because of a factory fire.
There were many more from the time before last.
He sighed, walked to the bedside, and took Song Qing's hand. "Don't do these things." He didn't want to be a fool, momentarily intoxicated by Song Qing's tenderness only to be suddenly awakened by a splash of cold water.