[Hey, is this a commercial manuscript? Why does it have no header?]
Song Shushu replied to this comment [Not a commercial draft, just a small inspiration by chance.]
[Sure enough, a handsome man can still lick the screen even if he is headless hahahahahaha.]
[Kneel down and beg to give him a head (screaming) (dark crawling) (twisting) (twisting) (rolling) (violent crawling) (convulsions) (roaring) (squirming) (gloomy growling) (crawling
)(split)(walk ashore)(twisted walking)(attack regardless of target)】
【I, the student, reach out and give it to me, understand?】
[Duck head, be obedient and finish painting him. Be good.]
Song Shushu: "..."
Concerned about the mental state of her fans.
She actually couldn't imagine what Song Dameng's facial features would look like as an adult, but he would definitely have a pair of beautiful amber eyes.
As for eyebrows, Song Dameng is so domineering, so the shape of his eyebrows must be domineering.
The mouth...probably has thin lips that are aloof.
While thinking about it, the pen in my hand kept writing on the paper.
When she noticed Song Shushu again at the age of Ji, she was sitting on the ground with great interest. She put the drawing board on the sofa, with a dancing look on her face and a bright smile on her lips.
This scene made Ji Sui's eyebrows jump. Has this woman forgotten who had such a stomachache that she couldn't get out of bed two days ago?!
Sitting on the cold floor again.
"Don't move, don't move."
Song Shushu moved his body to avoid Ji Sui's claws.
You can understand it even when inspiration comes.
This is how I comfort myself at the age of 30.
So I waited aside.
It wasn't until he saw that the pen in her hand had paused for more than five minutes that he stretched out his paw to pat her knee again.
Suddenly interrupted, the chaotic lines in my mind suddenly disappeared.
The kitten's body temperature was on the high side, and Ji Sui's warm fur paws fell through the thin fabric onto the slightly cool skin, causing a shiver.
Song Shushu, who was originally imagining his appearance, saw his serious look with his paws extended, and many images popped into his mind.
A tall man with cat ears on his head, wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he is willing to sit cross-legged with him on the ground. Although there is disapproval in his eyes, he still accompanies him silently.
Or, a man in a butler's uniform, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, respectfully brought an afternoon tea, but when he turned around, the cat's tail behind him was raised high, the tip of the tail was slightly curled, and it swayed slightly with the pace. Immersed in my own thoughts, the smile on my face got bigger and bigger.
Ji Sui was stared at and laughed: I always felt that this person was not thinking of anything good.
Who can paint so that their face turns red!
It’s definitely not serious!
Being stared at by her with such eager eyes, I don't know whether it was because of anger or shyness. Ji Sui felt as if he had a fever, and his face was hot.
At the moment, I didn’t want to care whether this person would catch a cold, so I just pulled back my paw and turned around to leave.
No twitching.
Song Shushu pressed his paw and refused to let him leave. Instead, he leaned close to him in this posture.
Their faces are getting closer and closer.
When she was nearly 30 years old, she could count her eyelashes.
Close enough to hear her heartbeat clearly.
Dong dong dong.
My eardrums were rumbling, and I couldn’t tell whose heartbeat it was.
Song Shushu didn't have such sensitive hearing as him, but he just felt that Song Dameng, who was frozen in place and allowed himself to get close, was so cute that he was so cute.
"If you could become an adult, what would it be like?"
Song Shushu's eyes were a little blurry, and he touched those amber eyes with his thin white fingers, imagining in his mind, closing his eyes, and murmuring.
Because of her actions, Ji Sui subconsciously closed his eyes.
Neither of them noticed that after these light words fell, a dark light flashed across Ji Sui's eyes.
On the other side of the city, Ji Ying slowly closed the store door and paused with her hands. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, the upturned fox eyes were full of amusement.
"I have gained the power of my wish. I am really looking forward to the next development."
The fingertips with bright red nails tapped her chin with interest, and then smiled charmingly.
"Little bell, it's time for our store to give back to old customers. Tomorrow, oh no." The smile on his face became brighter. "We will send out advertisements tonight."
Hu Ling understood in an instant and responded in a smart way. She also secretly waited for the follow-up of the two people for a long time, and now there is finally progress, which is worth her small overtime work.
"Why did you suddenly decide to do this, sister?"
Hu Hui, who couldn't keep up with the progress, was confused.
However, the other two people present had no intention of explaining his doubts.
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Song Shushu is in a good mood recently. After a few days of explosive growth, the data in the live broadcast room has gradually stabilized, and the fan base has stabilized. After receiving several large orders, the studio has expanded slightly.
The life of playing with the cat and playing the piano at home every day was so comfortable that she had long forgotten about her fiancé.
If she hadn't received a call from her father, she would not have been able to remember this person for a while.
"Go home tonight, don't say you don't have time."
The excuse he was about to blurt out was blocked, and Song Shushu's originally good mood suddenly dropped.
Song Shushu remained silent, resisting silently.
On the other end of the phone, a slightly tired voice came, "Xiao Shu, it's been a long time since father and daughter sat down to have a meal together. Can you just stay with dad?"
She has always been unable to refuse the show of weakness from her father, and after a moment's thought, she nodded and agreed, "It's just the two of us."
"Okay, okay, just the two of us."
Song Qingxiang smiled broadly. After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea with a smile on his face.
Liang Chunxue, who had been secretly observing the situation in the kitchen, put a gentle smile on her face and walked out of the kitchen with a fruit plate.
"Will Xiaoshu come back tonight? Then I'll cook two dishes for her."
Song Qingxiang was very satisfied with her attitude. After taking the apple, he took her hand and asked her to sit down next to him.
"Haruyuki, I have worked hard for you these years."
Liang Chunxue raised her eyebrows and smiled appropriately, "It's not hard, Xiao Shu has lost her mother since she was a child. After having Shi Shi, I feel sorry for her even more."
Her expression was just right, with bitterness and stubbornness, coupled with a few tears, and finally a relieved smile, and she held Song Qingxiang hard.
"I heard that Shishi has done well in school recently, and it's all because of your good teaching."
Song Qingxiang always liked to see scenes of happy families, and Liang Chunxue also praised her daughter without any trace.
"Shishi is not a smart child, but she has always been obedient. She also worked hard to learn the lessons I assigned her."
Liang Chunxue also forked a small piece of fruit and ate it slowly. She glanced at his expression and asked tentatively, "Are you going back to your old house to eat tonight?"
Hearing this, the smile on Song Qingxiang's face deepened, and he mused for a moment, "If I don't go to the old house, Xiao Shu will finally come back. The old lady will definitely talk more when she sees her. Just watch and prepare a few dishes." Liang Chunxue secretly rolled her eyes and thought, "You do know that your old lady is mean."
The old lady of the Song family has always disliked Song Shushu. To be precise, except for her son, everyone in this family looks down upon everyone equally, especially her Xu Xian, who has no status and background and has given birth to a daughter.
However, she has always been a low-key person. Over the years, she has endured coaxing and occasionally got some good looks from the old lady. The most important thing is that Song Qingxiang no longer has the previous appearance of letting his mother decide everything.<
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There was still a gentle smile on his face, "Okay, I'll ask Aunt Li to cook more delicious food. I don't know if Xiao Shu has eaten well outside. I'll have to replenish myself after finally coming back."
Song Qingxiang stood up for a moment, with a little hesitation, "How about you take Shishi out to eat tonight."
"Take my card and go to Yueqingju."
Liang Chunxue, who had not walked a few steps, clenched her hands hanging by her sides into fists. She concealed her unwillingness very well. She turned around and said with a smile, "That's okay, just right. Shishi has been craving their food for a long time."
."
After a few perfunctory words, a cold light appeared in his eyes.