-"But I can't like you!"
Mo Tingfeng's words made her heart sink. Maybe in his heart, a suspect like her, an intruder in the sleeping world, should only live alone and helpless. Then be grateful for his occasional kindness.
Can't help but sneer, "Do you think that people like me don't deserve to be liked?"
Mo Tingfeng knew that she had misunderstood, but he couldn't explain that he had just let go The harsh words are still ringing in my ears, but changing my words now will only make things get even more out of control.
He looked at her silently, and because of his silence, she felt even more ridiculous - she would actually blush and heartbeat for his little heart-warming gesture on the soul boat, Song Weichen, You have never seen the worldly appearance of a man, so you may look like a clown in his eyes.
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“It seems that I really shouldn’t come today.”
Zhuang Yuheng smiled bitterly. He never expected that things would develop into such an out-of-control situation. It was obviously Mo Tingfeng. Things that could be solved by just saying "Song Weichen, I like you." What exactly went wrong... He was about to leave, but Song Weichen held him back.
"Brother Yuheng, I have a day off today. Can you go out with me for a walk?"
Although she was asking Zhuang Yuheng to ask for help, her eyes were looking at Mo Tingfeng provocatively. She wanted to let him He saw that she, Song Weichen, was worthy of anyone's kindness to her. She doesn't want his charity or his wisdom.
As for Zhuang Yuheng, not to mention that he really likes the little girl in front of him. Even if he is just a casual acquaintance, etiquette will not let him refuse a woman who takes the initiative to invite him.
"Okay, how about I take Weiwei to buy rouge and gouache?"
"Okay, then I want to go to Wangyue Tower." Song Weichen happily pressed Zhuang Yuheng's arm, deliberately provoking Mo Ting wind.
"It's all up to you."
The two walked away and looking at her back, Mo Tingfeng felt his heart twisting and twisting.
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Song Weichen was in good spirits and was happily joining in the fun in front of the stalls in the night market.
Zhuang Yuheng followed her and ate a bunch of candied haws leisurely. Song Weichen wanted it but couldn't finish it, so he ate one and gave it to him. He didn't waste it.
“I’m sorry for dragging you out to accompany me.”
“By the way, it’s my honor to go shopping with Weiwei.”
She looked at him. The reason why she asked him out alone was because she wanted to make sure of one thing. Since she had agreed to be with Gu Cangyue, she couldn't make things unclear to other men.
“Brother Yuheng, you said you like me, but I don’t know what kind of like you are?”
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Zhuang Yuheng didn’t expect that she would ask this, and he didn’t know how to answer for a moment. "What kind of love do you think I have?"
"Your love for me is not a relationship between men and women, am I right?"
Song Weichen looked at Zhuang Yuheng with a generous look, and she was sure that his liking for her was different from Gu Cangyue's.
"Weiwei, does this count as giving me a preset answer?"
Zhuang Yuheng did not answer her question directly, "It doesn't matter what kind of like you have, what's important is that I won't hurt you You, let alone force you to do something you don’t want to do. Just call me brother like Mianmian, and I will treat you like you."
Song Weichen suddenly envied the old dragon well. , Zhuang Yuheng is as gentle as the spring night breeze, and she does feel a closeness to him like a family member. In this completely unfamiliar place, she really needs this kind of love with a sense of propriety and boundaries. "Brother Yuheng, I'm glad that you like me and I'm very happy that I can meet you."
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After eating the last candied haws, he threw the bamboo stick into the bamboo basket containing garbage at the stall next to him. Zhuang Yuheng clapped his hands, pulled Song Weichen over and pointed to the rouge shop in front of him, "Here we are."
After entering the store, Song Weichen was dazzled by the various colors of rouge and gouache, and felt confused looking at the pile of bottles, cans and small boxes.
“Why, you don’t like it?”
“No, in our place these things are called makeup, and they are divided very finely, such as dry skin, oily skin, mixed skin, glazed matte surface, There are countless lipstick shades, and I can’t even tell them apart. They are all in small bottles and cans, and I can’t even tell them apart. I don’t know what to buy.”
She picked up a small box and looked at Zhuang Yuheng timidly, "Is this blush or lipstick...?"
Zhuang Yuheng smiled, "This is not easy." He turned to call the three people in the store. The charming teenage landlady said, "Give me two sets of everything suitable for her in your store and send them to Wuqingju in Tingfeng Mansion. Also, please take her around and introduce how to use them."
"Lord Sikong is enjoying the glory, the shop is in full bloom. Don't worry, I will take care of it right now."
The proprietress hurriedly took a few steps over to hold Song Weichen's arm, "I'm afraid it's Sikong. Your sweetheart, you are already like a fairy without any makeup. If you add a little more color, all the girls in the world will be dull. I will take you around to see if there is any girl you can catch your eye with. Something."
When Zhuang Yuheng heard the landlady say that Song Weichen was his sweetheart, he just smiled. It was harmless and he would not deliberately distance himself from the relationship.
Unexpectedly, what the landlady said just now was heard by Mo Tingfeng who had just rushed in. He coughed slightly displeasedly. When the landlady saw it was him, she was startled at first, then let go of Song Weichen and rushed over to receive her, "Ouch, today is the day in the shop. What kind of light is it that makes Mr. Si Chen come here? Sir, if you need anything, just ask."
Mo Tingfeng walked over to the landlady and took Song Weichen's hand, "Come with me. I'm just hanging around, her needs are my needs."
After all, it's emotion that defeats reason. While saying angry words, he can't help but follow her out.
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"Who is your man, let me go."
She resisted in a low voice, not wanting to refute him in front of outsiders. She secretly tried hard to break away from Mo Tingfeng's grasp, but it was in vain.
"Why, aren't you from my Sichen Mansion?" Mo Tingfeng said with a matter-of-fact expression.
The proprietress did not notice Song Weichen's displeasure. She was still immersed in the fact that Mo Tingfeng entered her rouge shop. I thought to myself, Master Si Chen, is this thousand-year-old iron tree about to bloom? Did you hear it right just now? Did he say the words "my people"? Oh my God! What day is it today? Two adults, Sikong and Sichen, accompanied a girl to Rouge Shop to buy something. What is the relationship between these three people? This is enough to keep me bragging about this street for the rest of my life!
"What are you doing standing there?" Mo Tingfeng asked in displeasure when he saw the landlady was lost in thought.
"No, no, no, it's my fault that I was blind and didn't recognize the girl's identity for a moment! Master Si Chen must not blame her." He said and quickly led the two of them to walk around the store.
Zhuang Yuheng was sitting in the rest area of Rouge Shop drinking tea and waiting for the two of them. "Lord Sikong's sweetheart", he remembered what the landlady said, and his eyes unconsciously searched for the woman in a pink and white dress. He saw her hand being held tightly by Mo Tingfeng, and finally just lowered his eyes to look at the tea in front of him. Zhan, smiled and shook his head.
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By the time the three of them came out of Rouge Shop, the Water Street Night Market had entered the most lively time of the day, with lights like stars and crowds of tourists. Song Weichen looked at the scenery in front of him and felt happy. , her anger towards Mo Tingfeng also subsided a little, and a smile bloomed on her face. In addition, the proprietress of the rouge shop had applied a little makeup on her just now, which made her look even more attractive. The two men around her looked at her and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
No one noticed that there was a dark figure on the roof not far from Water Street - it looked like a strong man, staring at the three of them. He suddenly stretched out his hand in the direction of Qingshan Village, and a summoning spell appeared in his hand like a wave of light - following the summons, a trace of smoke escaped from the Baihui point on the head of Bao'er, who was sleeping soundly at home, like a very thin purple-black snake. It floated into the air, followed the light waves and disappeared. The man put away the spell. He couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness. He only heard him sneer, "Don't worry, the fun is yet to come." After saying that, the spell disappeared.
Almost at the same time, Mo Tingfeng seemed to feel something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the roof where the man was standing just now.
"It's strange, am I too preoccupied? Why did there seem to be a trace of the breath of the soul lamp there just now?"