"Bang--"

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Han Ziye's eyes fell to the source of the sound. He looked up and saw a tall figure.

The pure white short skirt makes the woman look slim and charming, and her long black hair droops to her waist, making her look a little mysterious. Song Qingcheng's eyelashes tremble slightly, but her apricot eyes hide hatred that others cannot detect. Her tall and narrow nose bridge and small cherry mouth make her facial features look more delicate, not to mention her straight and slender legs.

"Qingcheng-" She finally came back!

Han Ziye suddenly stood up and walked towards her, his eyes full of surprise.

To be honest, he was amazed by Song Qingcheng. She hadn't seen her for only a month, so she was even more elegant.

Unlike Song Ruoxi's little jade family, Song Qingcheng is simply a perfect goddess and shines everywhere he puts it. He must hide her in the future so that no man can see her beauty.

Song Qingcheng looked at Han Ziye walking towards him. It is undeniable that 19-year-old Han Ziye is a sunny big boy. She was so confused by him because of a basketball game.

Still laughing at the self-deprecating, Han Ziye walked up to her at this moment and smiled and said, "Qingcheng, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Song Qingcheng showed a standard smirk of eight teeth, "I think, I'm thinking every day..." How to kill you!

"That's good, I miss you very much." Han Ziye showed a bright smile on his face and was about to hug her.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingcheng quickly stepped back and avoided his hug.

Han Ziye was stunned and was about to speak, but Song Qingcheng took the lead and said, "Don't make trouble, someone is watching us!"

Han Ziye then realized that Song Ruoxi had appeared behind them at some point, holding pomegranate juice in his hand.

"Sister, are you back?" Song Ruoxi smiled at Song Qingcheng, which was even worse than crying. She looked at Han Ziye again, "Brother Han, the pomegranate juice is ready. Do you want to drink it now?"

She was right just now, Han Ziye actually wanted to hug Song Qingcheng, a bitch... Have they confirmed their relationship?

"Ruoxi made pomegranate juice, do you want to drink it?" Han Ziye whispered in Song Qingcheng's ear.

Song Qingcheng nodded and smiled, "I just came back from outside and was very thirsty."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Han Ziye patted Song Qingcheng's shoulder lightly, turned to Song Ruoxi, took the pomegranate juice in her water, and handed it to Song Qingcheng, "Drink it slowly, the pomegranate juice is a little ice."

"Yes." Song Qingcheng took the pomegranate juice and took a sip. "It tastes good."

"It's good that you like to drink." Han Ziye sat down with Song Qingcheng, "This time I came back from the UK and brought you many gifts, and I'll give them to you after dinner."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

When she said this, Song Qingcheng glanced at Song Ruoxi, her face was tense, and she knew she was very angry at first glance.

At this moment, Wang Ma brought the soup bowl and walked out, "Young Master Han, Miss, Second Miss, the food is almost complete. Come and have a meal first!"

"Qingcheng, you're hungry, let's go for a meal."

Han Ziye wanted to pull Song Qingcheng's hand, but she avoided it. He was wondering, Song Qingcheng reached out and grabbed his sleeve, smiled, "Let's go, Brother Mid-ye."

In an instant, Han Ziye could hardly suppress the frequency of his heartbeat.

Song Ruoxi's teeth were chewing, and jealousy was burning in her eyes. She wanted to rush up and slap Song Qingcheng twice.

Wang's mother looked at the pair of beautiful people in front of her and couldn't help but grin and smiled. She inadvertently glanced at Song Ruoxi, who was grinning. She frowned, "Miss Second, I suddenly became anxious. There is a sweet soup in the kitchen. Can you help me watch it?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wang Ma didn't want her to disturb the good things about the eldest lady and Mr. Han.

"...I understand." Song Ruoxi frowned.

This Wang Ma must have done it on purpose!

"I have smelled it all, it is my favorite sweet soup for longan egg wine." Song Qingcheng smiled at Song Ruoxi, "Go, sister, remember to add more rock sugar."

Put rock sugar...

Haha, who said that rock candy must be added?

Song Ruoxi suddenly curled the corner of her mouth: Song Qingcheng, if you provoke me, you can just wait to die!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!