Chapter 910

After Fisher finished filming, she was ready to go back to her apartment.

Kayan stopped at her feet, opened the window, and showed song Qian's face. "Let's go. I'll take you back. We're on our way."

"Song Qian, why haven't you left?"

She thought he had left early. Unexpectedly, he was stubborn and waited for her in the car outside the crew all afternoon.

"Because I want to wait for you, for fear that you will be frozen by the cold wind."

"But my assistant is driving."

"It doesn't matter. Tell her then. I'll take you home and invite you to dinner."

After Song Qian got out of the car, he dragged her into the passenger seat and helped her fasten her seat belt.

Fisher is not comfortable in the car.

Empty eyes looking out of the window.

As song Qian drove, he watched her face. "Why are you always depressed? We have known each other for a long time. Can you make friends with me?"

Feixue turns to look at Song Qian. "My story is very long and tragic. I don't want you to know my story."

"As long as you are willing to tell me, I am willing to listen. So is painting. Empty paintings have no soul and cannot sell out their value. Only paintings with rich stories will have soul and be loved. So I like listening to stories. "

"After hearing my story, you are expected to be scared away, so I will not say it. Please respect me."

"Well, what would you like to eat tonight? It's cold. How about I take you to hot pot? I know a hot pot restaurant is very famous and delicious. "

"Good."

Fisher didn't care to hear what he was saying, so she agreed.

Two people came to the hot pot shop. Before getting off, Fisher wore a hat and a mask.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have to wear it. I've packed the whole hotpot shop. We can just go in and eat it."

Song Qian politely led her in.

A huge hot pot shop, empty, only a few uniformed waiters waiting for them.

"Two, please come in."

The waiter led them to the box.

After sitting down, I ordered a table of dishes.

Song Qian cooked it himself and put it into her bowl. "Is it still painful where you cut your hand?"

Feixue shook her head with chopsticks. "No, it's cured. You can eat it too. Don't take care of me."

"Because you need to take care of it."

Song Qian's words are like a warm current blowing into her heart.

She slightly raised her head and looked at Song Qian. "Do I look like I need to be taken care of?"

"Yes, a person who can't take good care of himself, and is an idiot in life. Most importantly, your heart seems to have suffered a lot of injuries and needs someone to take care of you."

Fisher chuckled. "So you want to be the one who takes care of me?"

"Yes, it's the kind that takes care of the whole life."

Song Qian's solemn promise.

Fisher's smile faded away.

"What a simple confession."

"Oh, do you like romantic ones? I'm ready, too. After dinner, I'll show you. "

Song Qian put some cooked mutton slices into her bowl.

See her mouth is full of food, but also carefully wipe the corners of her mouth with a paper towel.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Feixue is scared to grab the paper and wipe it by herself.

"Well, you can do it yourself."

Song Qian takes chopsticks again and cooks ingredients for her.

After eating hot pot and going out.

Song Qian took her for a walk along the river bank.

"Do you like fireworks?"

"I like it. It's short, but it shines."

Feixue said lightly.

"Shall I give you a magic?"

"Magic?"

"Yes, you look at your gestures."

Song Qian stood on the Bank of the river and drew a huge love with his fingers.

After the painting of love, a bunch of fireworks actually rose in the sky on the other side, which became the shape of red love.

The light shone on the river.

Then, the fireworks on both sides of the Strait rose up, like a hundred flowers blooming, into the air.

Feixue looks up at these brilliant fireworks, and a smile gradually blooms on the corner of her mouth.

What a beautiful night, what a beautiful fireworks.

Looking at it, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.

Once, she took Jin Si's hand and stole out of the barracks.

At last, I climbed to the mountainside and set off a romantic fireworks for him in the dead of night.

But later, the brilliance she created became a tragedy.

Because the barracks were still with fireworks, thinking that the enemy was out, that night, all the soldiers woke up.Jin Si was also severely punished by his superiors for this Wulong.

Although this is a very absurd thing.

But every time I think of it, I can always recall a warm and beautiful memory.

"Fisher, Fisher..."

Song Qian called several times, but Feixue didn't hear him.

When she returned to her senses, the fireworks were all set off, and the whole river bank fell into silence.

"Ah? What's the matter? " Feixue looks at Song Qian.

"You seem to be in a trance. Do you think of anything sad?"

"No." Fisher shook her head.

Song Qian knows there must be, but she doesn't want to say that he won't force it.

The cold wind is blowing.

He took off his suit coat and wrapped it on Fisher 's back.

"It's cold. Wear more."

"No more." Fisher is just about to tear it down.

Song Qian then grabbed her hand, "you see it's so cold. My clothes are not poisonous. Don't resist. Just like resisting me, don't treat me as an enemy. I'm just a person who wants to protect you. "

"Thank you. Let's go back. It's not too early."

"Well."

Song Qian takes her back and opens the door for her when she gets to the other side of the car.

After the car drove back, song Qian sent Fei Xue to the door.

Fisher takes out the key to open the apartment door and lights up the light.

There was a man in military uniform sitting in the living room.

Feixue immediately turns her head and pushes song Qian to turn around. "Song Qian, go back quickly."

"That man is..."

Song Qian saw it only once, and when he wanted to see it clearly again, he was pushed to his door by Feixue.

"Go back quickly. That's my brother. He doesn't like my contact with the opposite sex."

Fisher made a random excuse.

"Well then."

Song Qian takes out the key, opens the apartment door and returns to his home.

When song Qian closed the apartment door, she wiped the sweat on her hands, unscrewed the door and went in.

Jin Si is like a still sculpture, clubbing on the sofa, motionless and expressionless.

Feixue changed her shoes at the porch and walked over. "Why are you here? And how did you get in? "

"Can't I come?" Jin Si stood up, walked to her side, and looked down at her, her eyes filled with blood.

The cold voice is like an ice blade stabbing into the heart of snow.

"Also, who can stop where you want to go?" With her bag in her hand, Fisher walked wearily to her room.

Jin Si grabbed her arm from behind, pulled off her suit and threw it to the ground.