As Song Ye's unrelated relative, Yunhua always treated her as a younger sister.
Song Ye usually has a cold personality and likes to dress up like a teenager. Even if there is an outstanding boy like Xu Zihang around her, she still feels that Song Ye is so strong that he is superior to him.
The term love seems to be far away from them from beginning to end.
But this text message full of provocation made Yunhua suddenly realize that my family has a daughter growing up, and Song Ye has also reached the age of the flowering season and the rainy season.
Hearing her sighing at the side, Song Ye moved his fingers, deleted the text message directly, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened. It was better not to get involved in this misunderstanding. At most, he would apologize to Qu Bai next time he came.
But the more calm and gentle she was, the more anxious Yun Hua became. After thinking for a long time, he asked politely: "Who is this Qu Bai, and why did he send such a text message?" She just said It was clearly a man's voice that answered the phone, but now it was a woman who sent the text message, and the twists and turns were enough to make people think.
"Well, they were in bed just now, and I disturbed them." Song Ye didn't even pause for chopsticks, and directly threw out such a huge amount of information, which instantly shocked Yunhua.
On the bed? It’s noon and you’re still in bed!
At that time, the name Qu Bai was completely labeled as a playboy by Yun Hua, and was included in Song Ye's blacklist of future partners.
What shocked Yun Hua even more was Song Ye's attitude. At the age of fifteen, he should be blushing and shy when talking about boys, but Song Ye didn't even blush when talking about getting up. This is such an abnormal reaction. ... Could it be that Song Ye is numb to this
As soon as this idea came up, Yunhua herself was shocked, but thinking about the last time she took Ge Linghui's ugly photos, she also had a calm face, and the food in her mouth suddenly lost its taste, and she hesitated for a long time. , and finally asked in a low voice: "Song Ye, you are so beautiful, you must be very popular in school, have any boys written love letters to you?"
"No." Song Ye took a bite of the dish and answered simply.
Yun Hua choked, then thought about Xu Zihang being inseparable from her all day long, and most of the boys backed down.
After a while, she asked another question, "So, what type of boys do you like?" She tried her best to act like a caring and good sister, but looking at Song Ye's calm face, she always felt embarrassed. extremely.
Hearing this, Song Ye finally raised his head and looked directly at the past with deep and calm eyes, "What does Sister Yun want to know?" She thought the first question was Yunhua's concern for her studies, but this question was obviously It's beyond the scope.
"Well, it's nothing. I'm just afraid of you. Well, puppy love..." After saying the last two words, Yunhua felt guilty for some reason. The word "puppy love" was placed on Song Ye, and it felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.
And Song Ye was also a little dazed. She was not as shy as other children of the same age. Instead, she frowned and looked like she was thinking seriously. After a long while, she said: "I have never been involved in emotional affairs, but I have seen many cases. I won’t touch things like love for the time being.”
In his previous life, as a killer, he had cut off all relationships, not to mention love, and family ties were eventually extinguished.
And she had seen too many of her peers die and get hurt for the so-called love. They didn't even blink when they killed, but they shed tears over a phone call. This was an emotion that Song Ye couldn't understand.
And she didn't want her emotions to be affected by another person.
Although what Song Ye said was old-fashioned and weird, it finally made Yunhua feel relieved, "That's good, let's eat."
The topic of puppy love came to an end. Yun Hua was happily using his chopsticks. Before he could eat anything, he suddenly heard Song Ye's voice opposite him, "Compared to me, it's time for Sister Yun to fall in love." I remember correctly. If so, Yunhua will be twenty-six after the New Year. Song Ye didn't understand feelings and didn't pay much attention to this aspect. If Yun Hua hadn't mentioned this topic, she would have ignored it as a matter of course.
This is called shooting yourself in the foot.
Yun Hua twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking of those days in the mountains, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I don't want to think about the experiences of those years anymore. I don't want to think about it, and I don't dare to think about it..." I don't dare to think about it, who is there? Will he really accept her dirty body and follow her regardless of his previous grudges.
Seeing her frustration and low self-esteem, Song Ye didn't care at all, "Everyone has a past. A truly strong person won't care about these useless things."
"Hey, maybe, I haven't met him yet." Yun Hua sighed softly and muttered to himself.
Song Ye also stopped talking and stopped continuing the topic. After all, he was a layman emotionally and had no right to say anything more.
However, she always disagrees with Yunhua's idea. She takes it for granted that if you truly love someone, you must love her everything, and the truly strong person... The first reaction in her mind is that ice cube face, although Qin Zhan is a bit difficult to deal with as an opponent, but as a man, he is definitely a strong one.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the plane was about to take off. Song Ye took Wang Tiechuan back to Yuncheng and took him home to rest.
As soon as I got off the plane, a text message came from my phone. I took it out and saw that it was an unrecognizable number.
'How's your arm? Take good care of it and don't let it go bad. '
A short sentence, rough and direct, and you can tell whose style it is at a glance.
Song Ye raised her eyebrows. She could almost imagine the sharp edges on Qin Zhan's cold face. She was holding a bag in one hand and pressing the button to reply to the message with the other.
'alright. '
Afterwards, she put her mobile phone in her trouser pocket and strolled to the convenience store downstairs to buy daily necessities for Wang Tiechuan.
Twenty minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was still Qin Zhan’s message.
'doing what? '
When he saw these four words, Song Ye happened to be standing at the door of the elevator, but his steps stopped.
'Convenience store shopping. 'She leaned against the wall and still didn't move after replying to the message.
Another twenty minutes passed, and she glanced at the screen of her phone, and the text message came in again.
'What did you buy? '
Song Ye rubbed the few words on the screen, raised the corners of his mouth, and replied directly.
'Are you on a mission? '
She was almost certain of this answer. Adding a question mark was just to avoid the other party's suspicion.
Qin Zhan is not a person who spends time texting with others, let alone chatting. From his questions and the time between them, Song Ye can conclude that the other person's body should have reached the limit at this time, and his consciousness has begun to blur. Only then did he need to communicate through text messages to stay awake.
At this time, the man in the other hemisphere looked at the content of the text message, and a silent smile appeared on his weak and pale face.