This quick wear is a bit sweet

391 Who Am I 29
"February 2th happens to be a Saturday. Don't forget my birthday."

Xunguang held back his tears and nodded, carrying his luggage into the security check, not daring to look back, and kept rushing forward.

Song Shi packed all the luggage, the suitcases were full of big items, the backpack was full of snacks, and her New Year's red envelope.

A total of eight thousand, two thousand in Zhang Yuan and six thousand in Song Dynasty.

Xunguang got into the bus with her things in her pocket, and when the bus started slowly, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Before it even started, she was already thinking about Song Shi.

Song Shi's face, Song Shi's taste, Song Shi's cooking, her life is full of Song Shi, and it is integrated with her life.

The system was as quiet as a chicken, pretending that he was not online, and quietly posted a post on the forum.

"What should the host do if he has real feelings in the mission world? Wait online, it's very urgent."

"The number one thousand is here again."

"Hahaha, at first glance, it looks like a thousand number, with the most things and the worst performance."

"Let's go with the flow, what else can we do? Our system just needs to do its own thing well, and we'll be done with a few more bottles of drinks when we get out of the mission."

"That's right, there's nothing to be surprised about."

The system thought so, and continued to lurk, waiting for Xunguang's call.

Xunguang's cell phone rang, and she opened it with tears in her eyes, and saw the message from Song Shi.

"What should I do, I already miss you."

Xunguang laughed through his tears and sent a message, "I miss you too."

Song Shi read the news and let out a long sigh of relief. He felt empty, as if half of his heart had been taken away by Xun Guang.

The long companionship, the sudden separation, and then the overwhelming longing.

He and He Yuanyuan parted ways and went to the coffee shop alone.

The business has improved a lot. Zhang Yuan was ordering goods in the attic warehouse. He climbed up and lay down on the floor weakly.

"Come back so soon?" Zhang Yuan glanced at the lazy Song Shi, "Why is the spirit so poor, and the soul followed?"

"Ah," Song Shi closed his eyes, "It would be great if the soul could follow."

Zhang Yuan shook his head, sighed and said, "There will be more days to part in the future, just get used to it."

Song Shi glanced at the phone, but there was no message from Xunguang, so he put it back, and took it out to look at it again after a minute.

"You lie here, I'm going down," Zhang Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, went downstairs, and came up again after a while, "Brother Shi, someone is looking for you, it looks like the one over there, should I send you away?" .”

He had never met anyone from Song Shi's family, but he had heard Song Shi mention a little bit, and he was not at all polite to the people who came.

"Ah?" Song Shi sat up listlessly, "over there? Oh, I'll go down, and if you don't see me, they will look for me everywhere, which is very annoying."

He didn't know how the people from the Song family would come over at this time, and the money was also given away. Could there be other things?

Zhang Yuan was very considerate in his work, knowing that he was looking for Song Shi, he arranged the person in the most secret area, and turned up the music in the store a little, so that no one would pay attention even if there was a quarrel.

Song Shi glanced at the people coming at the stairs, and frowned instantly. It was not only Secretary Xu, but also two stepmothers who hated each other.

The makeup is exquisite, and the whole body is covered with low-key luxury goods. He is sitting in a dignified posture, and an assistant is standing beside him, wiping the table repeatedly with paper.

Suddenly he couldn't breathe, took out his phone and sent a message to Xunguang.

"Xiao Xun, I'm a little scared."

Xunguang didn't reply to him, maybe fell asleep in the car, he stared at the phone until the screen went black, and when he pressed it again, the screensaver showed Xunguang's smiling face under the fireworks.

He took a little courage and walked over.

"Mrs. Song, hello."

The woman on the opposite side looked him up high and said, "I heard that you are in a relationship."

Zhang Yuan sent two cups of bitter coffee.

Song Shi nodded, and took a sip, bitter in his heart, he really missed the coffee with sugar and milk that he drank with Xunguang.

Mrs. Song asked her assistant to take out a photo and put it in front of Song Shi, and said, "Did you draw this picture?"

The photo is Song Shi's painting of Xunguang, which was sent to participate in the competition.

Song Shi's heart sank suddenly. He calmly put down his coffee and said, "Oh, I drew it. Does Mrs. Song like it?"

Mrs. Song said: "I like it, so I'm going to buy it for my personal collection, and I'm also going to send it to you to study abroad."

"No," Song Shi looked at her coldly, "I'm not far enough away from here?"

"Not enough," Mrs. Song smiled condescendingly, "Song Shi, if you don't go to the competition, I will let you stay here, but you are trying to attract your father's attention and destroy our family, I have to take action." measure."

Song Shi sneered and said, "So I'm so important, a painting can destroy your family."

Mrs. Song said: "Yes, you can't show up. The image of the Song family can't be destroyed. You have to leave and go abroad. You can paint whatever you want. No one cares about you. It doesn't matter who the signature is."

"What if I don't agree?"

Song Shi's eyes were gloomy, looking at Mrs. Song.

"Your girlfriend entered the school using the resources of the Song family. I will make her drop out of school. No school will accept her again. From now on, her life will be a factory assembly line, as long as you are willing."

Song Shi stood up suddenly, without any hesitation, and poured out the coffee in his hand as if venting his anger.

A disgusting face.

Who is hindered by his existence!

Mrs. Song's perfect face was shattered, and Secretary Xu hurriedly held Song Shi down.

"Master Shi, calm down."

Mrs. Song didn't expect him to make a sudden move. The assistant wiped it clean for her, but the clothes were still dirty. She looked at Song Shi angrily.

"Inferior people are inferior people, no matter how much you receive superior education, it is useless!"

"Yes, I'm a low class person, so why are you, a high class person, so afraid of me getting ahead! Don't you be afraid that I will be caught in the dark! I think the media must like this kind of grievance between rich and powerful families."

"Naively, the fish is dead and the net is broken? If you are a little fish, the Song family's big net is just a hole, but your little girlfriend will die with you. Be obedient. I have already chosen the school for you." Well, everything I do is for the Song family."

Song Shi looked at the clean glass in the cafe, and a helpless self was reflected inside. The wires outside were like a spider web, trapping him firmly in it, and now he had to finally break free. The light-seeking ride in.

He was afraid.

"For the Song family? You are for your idiot son. I'm not wrong, am I right? You are afraid that I will stand out, that I will be too good and rob Song Zhun's property, so don't say anything grandiose!"

Song Shi gave up being tactful, and directly hit Mrs. Song's sore spot.

Mrs. Song shook her hands angrily, but Song Shi didn't shut up.

"I will go abroad and see how the Song family was defeated by you and your son, and I will also warn you, as long as you dare to lose a single hair, I will spare no effort to make you feel what it is like to lose your son! Yes, bring the painting back to me!"

Song Shi strode away with a cold face and went to the studio.

His anger left, and in the end there was only depression.

He's just a waste, he can't do anything well, and he's even troubled by Xunguang.

There are traces of Xun Guang's life everywhere in the house. The coffee table is piled with scraps of paper, and the cups on the bed are neatly stacked. There is a faint fragrance on them, which is the trace of Xun Guang.

(End of this chapter)