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Song Qiucheng started playing with his mobile phone as soon as he got in the car, tilting his head against the window glass. He is used to sitting in the back seat. He didn't take the initiative to communicate with Sheng Yue on the road this time. Only Sheng Yue asked him what game he was playing on the way. Song Qiucheng said Gophers.

He didn't cry out when he looked down at his phone in the car. The car drove all the way to the city center, and he didn't see him raise his head a few times. Sheng Yue could vaguely see that he might not be very happy.

After entering the shopping mall, he went straight to the supermarket on the second floor. Song Qiucheng took a shopping cart and pushed it, and Sheng Yue followed behind. He walked around for a while without buying anything.

The ingredients to be used at home were all delivered by someone, and Sheng Yue didn't know what to buy. Song Qiucheng looked at the empty shopping cart and asked him, "Should I buy some Yakult?"

This was too timely, Sheng Yue immediately nodded and said, "That's right."

He just noticed that Yakult was on their right hand side. Song Qiucheng took two rows down and wanted to take a few more rows. He looked at Sheng Yue and saw Sheng Yue asking him: "What's wrong?"

After thinking about it, he took another three rows and said, "I will pay for it."

Sheng Yue knew that he was rich, how could the second young master of the Song family have no money, he didn't refuse, and asked Song Qiucheng with a smile: "Do you want to invite me?"

Song Qiucheng said generously, "I invite you."

"Except for Yakult?"

"It's all right." Song Qiucheng put a few more bottles of yogurt and fresh milk in the shopping cart, which he was used to drinking. "You can buy a lot, and we'll share it with your sister when we go home."

Sheng Yue rubbed his hair, and praised him in comfort: "Good boy."

"Why children?"

Song Qiucheng turned around mercilessly, and continued to walk forward, saying, "Aunt Zhang called me Mr. Song today. I am already Mr. Song's age, not a child."

Sheng Yue suppressed a smile and asked, "Otherwise you say Mr. Good? That's too strange."

Song Qiucheng pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said, "It doesn't have to be good, and it doesn't have to be Mr. You can say that you are really sensible and behaved well."

"Okay..." Sheng Yue couldn't hide his smile, he felt from his heart that Song Qiucheng was very cute, cuter than any adult or child he had ever seen, "Good boy Chengcheng, how about this?"

"Well, well, good."

Song Qiucheng's attention was soon lost on this matter. He carefully selected the things he wanted to buy home, but he did not forget to take care of Sheng Yue's needs. At least when choosing the flavor of shrimp crackers, he carefully compared them for a long time before asking Sheng Yue: "Do you prefer to eat the original flavor or the barbecue flavor?"

Sheng Yue also ate these snacks when he was studying. As a child, he has an early adopter mentality. After finding that they were not as delicious as he imagined, he never tried them again, but he still gave what he thought was a pertinent choice: "Let's have the original taste."

"I knew you liked this."

Song Qiucheng pushed four or five packs down in one breath, and took two packs of potato chips from the upper shelf, saying, "This is a new flavor."

Anyway, he paid for it himself, Song Qiucheng took it more casually, and even stared affectionately at the rows of Barbies for a few minutes when passing by the toy area, and was reminded by Sheng Yue: "Chu Yu doesn't play with this." He turned his head and left.

The car was full of snacks, all picked by Song Qiucheng, but Sheng Yue also provided some reference answers.When he found out that Sheng Yue didn't choose what he wanted to eat at all, Sheng Yue had no choice but to take a can of yellow peaches under his gaze, and said that it was the only thing he wanted to eat.

Satisfied, Song Qiucheng pushed the trolley to pay, and bought a few lollipops while paying, and Sheng Yue put the things into the bag behind.

Returning with a full load, Song Qiucheng's empty heart just now was filled a bit.

There were several big bags for the things, and he and Sheng Yue shared them equally, but the ones Sheng Yue gave him were smaller and lighter ones, so he didn't have much trouble carrying them.

There is a KFC outside the mall. When Sheng Yue drove by, he saw Song Qiucheng look inside several times, so he asked Song Qiucheng if he was hungry.

It didn't take long before and after shopping, about four or ten minutes before and after. He didn't know how much he ate at noon, and it's not impossible to say that he was hungry.

"No."

Song Qiucheng's eyes were wide open, and he looked dull, his mood seemed to drop immediately: "I'm not hungry, I see a lot of people inside, I don't know if there is a brother."

Sheng Yue patted his head with his hand, still only one sentence: "He will come back."

Same as before, Song Qiucheng wonders if Sheng Yue is also looking forward to his brother's return, this is actually a very good thing, very good to him, very good to Sheng Yue, he will be able to have two brothers in the future.

He was wondering if he would recognize who was who when he and his brother stood in front of Sheng Yue at the same time.

"Sheng Yue..."

Song Qiucheng was in the same posture as when he came here, with his head leaning against the window, not afraid of being bumped on the road, and Sheng Yue who bumped into him on the way here could hear the sound in front of him.

Why is he silent?

"Does she not like me?"

Sheng Yue didn't even need to ask who he was talking about, and almost blurted out: "No."

I didn't mention it until now, and Song Qiucheng didn't want to know if it was true. He has eyes, can see, and can feel.

People's likes and dislikes can't be hidden, Song Qiucheng sighed silently, but that was Sheng Yue's younger sister, such a cute little girl, he didn't care about her when he saw her, after all, he did something wrong and had to accept punishment .

"I know……"

Song Qiucheng knew that Sheng Chuyu didn't like him. He had encountered that expression and rejection before. He also knew that Sheng Yue didn't hate him.

"If I give her all the snacks, won't she hate me a little bit?"

Sheng Yue couldn't represent Sheng Chuyu, let alone everyone, but he just felt that Song Qiucheng shouldn't think so.

He is very well-behaved, and Sheng Yue didn't find any bad things in him after a few days of contact. From contact to understanding each other, people not only need to dig out from the long life together, but also rely on simple first intuition.Sheng Yue knows that Song Qiucheng is a very good person, and getting along with him makes Sheng Yue very relaxed. He doesn't need to overestimate Song Qiucheng's thoughts. Proper care and companionship can be exchanged for Song Qiucheng's "You are so kind", he guessed They can live together naturally and comfortably, and Song Qiucheng will be a good husband.

His thinking is only slower than ordinary people, and his extremely simple social circle makes him not understand the world, but it can be said that he is the only one who can be regarded as "simple" among all the people Sheng Yue knows.

"I don't think she hates you, Chengcheng, it's because she doesn't understand you."

This is a very easy question for Song Qiucheng to understand. If you use "If I were her", he can understand it immediately.

Song Qiucheng was a little anxious: "How can I let her understand me?"

"You just need to treat her the same way you treat me. When she finds out that you are good, she will like you."

"What's good about me? What's good about me?" Song Qiucheng didn't understand, he didn't want Sheng Chuyu to like him, it was much harder than making her not hate him.

Sheng Yue couldn't help laughing out loud, what's good about Song Qiucheng, he will have to take time to know all about it.

"You're good, that's good enough."

Song Qiucheng didn't speak for a long time this time. Sheng Yue saw him staring into the distance in a daze from the rearview mirror. He could see from the side of his face that he was not happy.

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Completion, if you can't see it, you can cache it clearly and read it again. Recently, the joy of reading comments is gone. I don't know if this article makes everyone have no desire to leave a comment. It seems that only a few people are chasing updates, crying late at night.