"Okay, you can go wherever you want." Fang Che agreed to Su San without saying a word.
"Fang Che, you will spoil me rotten."
"I like to pamper you. Seeing you happy makes me very satisfied." Fang Che chuckled softly.
"Does that mean you listen to whatever I say?" Su Sanxiao asked.
Fang Che looked deeply at Su San, shook his head and replied: "No. I am a person who talks about things as they happen. If something makes sense, I will naturally listen to you. If something doesn't make sense, I won't do anything."
This man, why hasn't he been carried away by love?
"You lied. Just now you said you would pamper me. Seeing me happy makes you very satisfied. Why did you slap your own mouth again in the blink of an eye?" Su San stared at Fang Che fiercely.
"Xiao San, is this really what you want?" Fang Che asked, looking directly into Su San's beautiful eyes.
Su San hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
Fang Che opened his eyes and said softly: "Okay, since that's what you want, then I promise you to make you happy."
After hearing his answer, they all fell silent. For a moment, the atmosphere became very delicate.
With a smile on her face, Su San stood up from the steps and laughed loudly: "Let's change our destination now and set off towards the painting boat."
Fang Che also stood up and gently rubbed her hair: "Okay, let's go now."
Su San's nose felt a little sore and she got into his arms, "Fang Che, why are you so nice to me?"
"I don't know, I just want you to be happy. Seeing you happy makes me happy too." Fang Che hugged Su San tightly, "Xiao San, do you have to push me away?"
Su San didn't reply, but hugged him tightly.
After a while, Fang Che said, "If you don't leave, mistress will starve."
Along the way, everyone was silent.
When we arrived at our destination, the taxi drove away quickly.
Su San took the lead and walked to the boat, where boat lanterns had been hung up. The night sky was vast and vast, with only a dim yellow crescent hanging high. It seemed as if she could catch it in her hand as soon as she stretched out her hand.
It's not the most beautiful night, but it has a unique charm.
There is a blanket on the seat, which is exactly the same style as the blanket that was used to cover her when she was drunk. Unfortunately, it is not that one.
Some things just happened, no matter how hard you try to make up for them, they will still leave scars. One day, as time goes by, the scars will slowly scab. The scabs will slowly leave no traces, only
It's a pity that it is still there. I just hope that one day, when it is unveiled again, it will no longer hurt.
At that time, it meant that she had let go. But, it would not be now.
"It's a bit cold at night. Cover yourself with a blanket. You just caught a cold. I was afraid that you would be cold, so I asked someone to prepare a blanket and put it here." Fang Che asked Su San to sit down and put the blanket on her body.
Su San felt her heart congested. She lighted her throat and said angrily: "Fang Che, you are as wordy as a woman. I'm hungry now and want to eat. Don't babble endlessly."
"Okay, I won't be wordy, let's eat."
Su San buried her head in eating, but Fang Che kept putting vegetables into her bowl as if he had never brought her food in his previous life.
"Xiaosan, how is this chef's cooking skills? Is it as good as mine?" Fang Che asked shamelessly.
Su San sneered unceremoniously: "Your cooking skills, forgive me to be honest, practice for another ten or twenty years, and then we will see if there is any improvement."
