The sweet smell of citrus

"How much did it cost? Why are you asking this?" Having said that, she checked her phone.

Oh wow.

The balance on WeChat has almost returned to zero, "I can't help but spend the money I earn."

Eat, drink, have fun, and spend the money I earned in two months in one go.

"Are you still so happy after all the money is spent?" The wind blows, and Song Yi's long hair gently lifted.

Cheng Jialan held down the corner of her skirt, taking it for granted: "It's not that I lost it, I spent the money with the squad leader, of course I'm very happy."

You see, the money in your hands is always the happiest when you spend it with the people you like and the important people.

but--

"Why did the monitor ask this, are you unhappy today?"

"How could it be?" Song Yi said, "I've always been very happy."

From that day on, from Cheng Jialan's decision for her, she has been very happy.

The firework show quickly reached its climax, surrounded by cheers from young tourists, the atmosphere was suddenly different. Song Yi and Cheng Jialan stood quietly, watching the làng rise and the làng end hand in hand.

Until the end of the fireworks show, Cheng Jialan didn't know what to think in the moment of darkness, suddenly turned sideways, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to brush Song Yi's cheek.

But before he could move, the man was even faster, wrapping his arms around her waist, and in her astonishment, leaned over to touch Cheng Jialan's lips, and with just one touch, he quickly missed her body.

Moreover, before Cheng Jialan asked her why, she raised her face as if the villain had complained first, and asked her firmly: "Jalan, what did you want to do just now?"

Cheng Jialan:? ? ?

"Squad leader, you... you??" She pressed her fingers against her lips, feeling like she was being bullied.

Song Yi suddenly laughed, and as the tourists walked out, Song Yi's words seemed to be scattered in the wind, "Xiao Cheng, you are so cute."

"I really like you."