At night, song Xuan packed up and went to bed in the office lounge. Yang Haitao went downstairs. Song Xuan called out to him, "are you going back?"

Yang Haitao hopes to look back at her: "don't you want me to go?"

Song Xuan was a little flustered: "no No

Yang Haitao said with a smile: "I don't go. I'll be downstairs. You live here alone. I'm not at ease. When you move in after you buy the house, I'll rest assured."

Song Xuan was relieved and told her to live alone in such a small building. She was really creepy.

She was relieved when he was there.

Yang Haitao packed up two books and went downstairs. As soon as he turned around, song Xuan followed him downstairs.

"You Go to bed early

Song Xuan sat down on the stool and looked up at him: "how about you? Don't you sleep? "

Yang Haitao raised his textbook: "there is a make-up exam at the end of August. I have to hurry up to study."

Only if he is admitted to TVU successfully, can he become song Xuan's right man. He has to fight hard.

Song Xuan touched her hair: "I I'll give you a tutorial

Yang Haitao raised his hand and refused: "no, you are by my side. I can't study at all."

Song Xuan's face turned crimson, and Yang Haitao's mind wandered. Yes, such a soft and warm-hearted man sat down beside him. He was totally absent-minded. How could he be interested in learning?

Song Xuan nodded, "OK, I see."

Yang Haitao spread out his textbook and glanced at her. He had nothing to say: "Wu Ma Where do you live now? "

Song Xuan felt her neck and said, "she is taking care of my father in Changhai Hospital."

"Oh Well, she worked hard. "

Song Xuan bowed her head and laughed, "OK, you can study. I'm going upstairs."

Song Xuan goes upstairs, lies on the railing and looks down at the people downstairs. Yang Haitao is serious. In the flickering light, with the evening wind, she bumps into her heart one by one.

Tall nose bridge, deep lines, to be fair to say, she really likes the appearance, how the past is not found?

Yang Haitao took out his unprecedented earnest strength to look at his textbook word by word. It seemed that someone was watching him on the second floor. He looked up. It seemed that instinctively, the smile on Song Xuan's face began to bloom

White, clean and quiet, song Xuan thought. Downstairs, wearing a white shirt, staring at her man, she clearly was the boy in her dream when she was 17 or 18 years old.

She went down the stairs in a hurry. Yang Haitao was still in a daze. The person he liked fell into his arms. Her murmuring voice rang out: "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, I used to be arrogant, did not put you in the eye, wasted your time, is my bad, from now on, I want to cherish your deep love, fortunately, everything is not too late.

Yang Haitao licked his lips and cautiously said, "how What's the matter? "

Yang Haitao is still in a period of walking on thin ice. He is afraid that song Xuan will betray himself and is not willing to be his girlfriend. Any abnormal behavior of song Xuan will make him feel frightened.

Song Xuan pinched his skirt and whispered, "I think I didn't treat you very well before. I thought you were a little silly."

Yang Haitao suddenly relaxed: "it's all my will, you don't have to bear it."

Yang Haitao was not a man of the rules. He asked tentatively, "Song Xuan I can Cough Kiss you