The sunlight outside the window is dazzling and warm. It is the good weather in early spring, with a hint of spring.
Song Piantao stepped on the bright white ridges struck by the sun on the ground and came towards Nie Lingbo.
The corners of her skirt moved lightly with her steps, and the light swept across the warm cotton fabric, dancing happily around her slender calf like on a soft white skirt.
Song Pian walked step by step.
Nie Lingbo's eyes swept across the dancing light spots, circled around her calf, followed the slender and graceful waistline, all the way up, and landed on Song Piandao's face again.
Song Pian's lips always had a smile.
Not only to himself, this smile seems to treat everyone equally, and everyone likes it.
Sometimes, Song Pian like this made Nie Lingbo frown slightly.
She lavished on coveted kindness and tenderness.
But Song Piantao's charm is precisely because she is so generous.
Sometimes, Nie Lingbo didn't know how to treat Song Piantao well. She was so young, she was ignorant of world affairs, and she was gentle and polite to the world.
She was like a docile little animal, and Nie Lingbo was always afraid of scaring her.
Song Piantao was still approaching him, light, soft, unguarded and wary.
Nie Lingbo's throat rolled gently.
Couldn't bear to scare her.
But when she got close, she was even more reluctant to push her away.
Song Pian just like this, facing Nie Lingbo's gaze, she walked all the way to the desk and stopped.
She paused at her feet. Seeing that Nie Lingbo's eyes were completely fixed on her, she lightly twisted to avoid it. With a twist of her waist, she went straight to the back of the desk and stood by Nie Lingbo's hand.
Song Pian put the pastry box on the table, next to the documents.
"This butterfly cake is just right for afternoon tea."
Song Piantao kept paying attention to Nie Lingbo's expression when he spoke.
She saw that Nie Lingbo's eyes moved to Butterfly Cake, and after a short pause, she seemed to move away calmly.
"You did it?"
Song Pian nodded with a smile:
"Yes, sister, see if it suits your taste."
Saying this, Song Piantao felt that it should be in line with his taste. She selected seven or eight Butterfly Pastry recipes that 09 had compiled, and the first batch was a success, making 09 even praise Song Piangan that she was not a baking genius.
Moreover, the taste that Song Pianjiao made was eight or nine points similar to the one that Lin Qinglu liked to eat. She felt that Nie Lingbo would also like it.
"You're looking for me to give this?" Nie Lingbo pointed his finger, and buckled the table next to Butterfly Cake, indicating something.
Song Pian blinked and said, "There is one more thing."
Nie Lingbo folded his chest and raised his head in a listening posture, flicking his fingers on his arms.
Song Pian's eyes swept across the snow-white fingers and smiled:
"Sister and Xi Zihua have a very good relationship, right? When we have a dinner together, I will have more contact with her in the future."
Xi Zihua
At this time, Nie Lingbo didn't want to hear other people's names, so her first reaction was to frown, but then she remembered something and raised her eyebrows:
"Have you decided to let Xi Heng learn a lesson?"
"Yeah—does my sister think I've done it? He's my ex after all."
Nie Lingbo remembered Xi Heng's sworn phrase "true love" last night, and smiled, like a thin layer of ice:
"It's his, just take it well."
She glanced at Song Piantao, wondering if it was to comfort her or what, Nie Lingbo said:
"Even if it doesn't happen, Xi Zihua won't let him go. What are you worried about. Those who come out of a crooked path are destined to last forever."
"Then I can rest assured. Dad will take care of this matter for me, so I want to get acquainted with Xi Zihua. My sister will help me."
"Didn't you guys talk?" Nie Lingbo's voice was strange, looking at the girl in front of him carefully.
In the matter of Xi Heng, Song Pian opened his mouth, revealing the fangs that had just grown white and pointed like a young beast. Although he was tender, he had begun to learn to use his advantages to protect himself—
Yes, in Nie Lingbo's view, everything Song Pianjiao did was a legitimate counterattack forced by Xi Heng.
Nie Lingbo was not disgusted by this, and was even somewhat happy and satisfied.
She likes the pure and innocent Song Piantao, but Song Piantao, who is unwilling to be weak and learning to grow up, makes her more willing to keep her eyes on each other.
In front of Nie Lingbo, Song Piantao's expression contained unique trust and intimacy, and frankly told:
"Yeah, I talked, and said our two are friends—sister, am I right?"
"If you do it, it's not a mistake." Nie Lingbo pointedly said.
Song Pian didn't understand, but she still didn't understand, but she nodded obediently.
Forget it, whether she understands it or not, she is not afraid of making mistakes.
There will always be time to teach slowly in the future, teach her little by little.
Nie Lingbo had a gentle and peaceful sweetness in his heart, as if it came out a little bit after seeing Song Piangan.
This new-born sweetness reminded her of another taste.
It's close at hand, yet so far away.
It is intriguing and coveted.
This taste swept through Nie Lingbo's heart, leaving a place like a slight burning heat.
Just thinking of Song Piandao made my heart beat faster.
Nie Lingbo paused and said slowly:
"There's one more thing you said, is that the case?"
Hearing this sentence, Song Piangan almost couldn't hold back and laughed.
But the corners of the upturned lips were finally pressed down, and a genuine smile inevitably stuck out of his eyes, and was caught by the guard.
Nie Lingbo narrowed his eyes:
"Song Pianjiao."
"Sister, I'm here."
Song Piantao changed the subject and said to him:
"I don't need to have a meeting today? I'm not going to delay my sister's work."
Nie Lingbo seemed to have completely forgotten the canceled regular meeting, and said to himself, "There is no meeting today."
Immediately, she pulled the topic back, looked at Song Piantao's eyes that were still smiling, and asked:
"What are your eyes doing?"
Song Pian said innocently:
"I'm looking at my sister."
She blinked, and suddenly reached out her hands and covered her eyes.
"If my sister is not happy to be watched by me, I will not watch it."
Nie Lingbo clicked his tongue.
Before she said anything, Song Pian simply covered her eyes, her long fluffy ears like rabbits drooping, covering her eyes.
At this time, Nie Lingbo suddenly remembered that his friend made fun of him, saying that in front of her, her peers would not dare to challenge her, for fear that she would be very afraid, not to mention the young people under her. Can increase by 30%.
- Is she serious? Song Piantao is so young, is she afraid of herself
Nie Lingbo raised her eyebrows slightly, but in the next instant, she saw Song Pian's lips curled up secretly, and her voice was sweet:
"Where's my sister?"
Nie Lingbo suddenly stopped worrying. To be more precise, she had no time to think about what was going on.
"Yeah." She replied with a single syllable to Song Piantao with a vague meaning.
The light became whiter and whiter, blurring the various colors.
There seemed to be no shadow in the office, and the nose was full of dry and clear smells.
Nie Lingbo stood up and stood with Song Pian.
There is no one else in the office this time, and no one will dare to disturb them.
They were immersed in the clear sunlight.
Nie Lingbo stretched out his hand, grabbed her hand, and placed it on either side of Song Piantao's body.
Song Pian leaned back slightly, half sitting on the desk, so Nie Lingbo grabbed those two hands and pressed them on the desk.
She used her arms to wrap Song Pian in her arms.
"Open your eyes," she ordered.
So Song Pian opened his eyes obediently, revealing pupils that looked like gems in the sunlight.
Nie Lingbo and Song Pian looked at each other.
It was unclear who leaned forward first.
They met each other as they approached each other, their hair tangled together.
They kiss during the hottest part of the day.