Chapter 57

Shen Zhao stared blankly at Chi Zhoubai who was leaving. After a while, he looked down at the necklace on his neck. This necklace was given to her by Song Ling. Chi Zhoubai just asked Song Ling again, what did it mean?

Shen Zhao looked at the necklace on his neck, a small swan diamond pendant, and suddenly thought of Song Ling.

They have been in a cold war for days.

It's already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, which is the last day after she joined the team. When they finish work, it is estimated that it will be early in the morning.

Shen Zhao unlocked the phone, opened WeChat and called, there was not a single message, not a single call.

Because of the need for filming, everyone's mobile phones must be turned on to mute. She thought she didn't hear it, but in fact she didn't.

Feeling a little lonely for a moment.

It's been a long time since stayed up so late. After Chi Zhoubai finished work, he left in the car. Shen Zhao couldn't see her. After everyone left, she packed up and prepared to leave.

At this point, the bus and subway are all stopped, and don't know if can get a taxi.

She looked down at the phone, the screen stayed on the call log, the top one was Song Ling's phone number.

She hesitated for a while, and finally didn't call her.

Open the taxi software, it is remote here, and even after calling for a long time, no taxi was called.

There was no other way, Shen Zhao had no choice but to walk forward on his own, until he reached the main road.

On the trail in the middle of the night, the cold air was stronger at night, and the dim yellow street lamps shone down.

She put the hat of the down jacket on, her whole face was shrunk in the hat, only half of her face was exposed, and she walked alone on the empty path.

In the silent and empty late night, the harsh music ringtone suddenly came to mind in her pocket. Shen Zhao was taken aback by her mobile phone. She quickly took it out and saw the word "Song Ling" on the screen. She quickly connected and said anxiously: " Hello, Song Ling."

"Send me the location." A faint, deep voice came from the phone.

Shen Zhao was silent, stopped and stood under the street lamp. The dim yellow light shone down from overhead, and a shadow was drawn on the ground. She said slowly, "I thought you ignored me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, he said softly, "I'm ignoring you, will you be sad?"

The voice was slightly hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Do you have a cold?"

Song Ling hummed softly, drove out the door, and said again: "Send me the location and I'll pick you up."

Shen Zhao nodded and said yes, after a pause, he said, "Be careful."

Hanging up the phone, Song Ling stared at the phone screen in a daze, after all, she couldn't help calling her first.

In the middle of the morning, even if couldn't get a car, didn't want to call her.

Oh, Shen Zhao, you are really stubborn!

Unconsciously, she accelerated the accelerator. Twenty minutes later, when the car arrived at the destination, she saw a person standing under the street lamp from a distance. She honked the horn, and the figure turned around, her whole face hidden in her hat. , don't really see it.

For the first time, felt that Xiaoniaoyiren used it on her body, and it seemed very appropriate.

When the car drove under the streetlight, Shen Zhao opened the car door and sat in. It was already sub-zero freezing weather outside, and the heating inside the car was overwhelming, and the whole frozen face was relieved at this moment.

She rubbed her palms, covered her face, and looked at Song Ling, "How is your cold?"

Song Ling turned the front of the car and said lightly, "That's it."

She looked forward, but did not turn to look at Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao stared at her side face, heard the cold tone, and unconsciously felt a little lonely.

"Have you taken the medicine?" She looked at her and asked again.

Song Ling was a little impatient, she turned to look at her, "Shen Zhao, are you concerned about me?"

Because of the cold, her voice sounded hoarse and weak, not as strong as before.

Shen Zhao didn't deny it, looked into her eyes and admitted, "Yes, I care about you."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I thought you wouldn't care about others."

Shen Zhao lowered her eyelashes. When they were together, it seemed that Song Ling was always paying. She put herself in the position of a victim because of that incident, and she never seemed to care about the person in front of her.

She asked for fairness, and blamed Song Ling for not considering the issue from her point of view, but in the same way, how could she ever treat Song Ling equally.

She looked at Song Ling and said softly, "I also have a problem with the last time. I shouldn't have said that to you. I apologize to you."

Song Ling paused slightly. This was the first time she heard the word "apology" from Shen Zhao's mouth. She didn't know how stubborn Shen Zhao was.

Father Shen is right. She is a person who dares to love and hate. Love and hate are strong and distinct. She is like a whirlwind.

She couldn't put it down, and when she held it in her hand, she was afraid that she would break, and when she let go, she was afraid that she would run away.

She said she was contradictory, but she was not.

Song Ling turned her face, stopped looking at her, and didn't answer her words. She stepped on the accelerator and left.

It was already deep in the night, and after twenty minutes, the two arrived home.

Opening the door and entering the house, Song Ling's face was ugly, Shen Zhao grabbed her, raised his hand and touched her forehead, Song Ling tilted her head and asked with a frown, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhao asked, "Do you have a fever?"

Song Ling turned to go upstairs and said, "No."

Shen Zhao followed, and as soon as her forefoot entered the room, she was pressed against the quilt by Song Ling, and the kisses enveloped the sky. Shen Zhao struggled slightly, held her face, and hurriedly said, "Song Ling, you are sick. already."

Song Ling put her hands on her sides, her eyes were cloudy, and asked her, "Are you worried about me?"

Shen Zhao held her face and looked up at her. At this moment, Song Ling was weak and not strong. She looked at her slender eyebrows, which gracefully lined the flow in her eyes. She almost forgot, Song Ling She is a beauty, and a very beautiful woman.

Her lips were slightly cracked and peeled because of the dryness. Shen Zhao was stunned, suddenly raised his head and kissed her, moistening her lips.

Shen Zhao's rare initiative made Song Ling excited. She responded eagerly to her and entangled her lips.

Shen Zhao almost forgot to breathe. She held Song Ling's face and told her solemnly, "I'm worried about you, I care about you, Song Ling, do you understand?"

Song Ling condensed Shen Zhao at this moment, and when she heard her say that she was worried about herself and cared about herself, her eyes were full of determination, she did not lie to her.

"Azhao, I'm sorry, what you said, I will learn to change slowly, okay?"

They are all slowly changing, no one is born to be together, and there is no other person in this world who is completely in line with the perfect person envisioned in their hearts, everyone needs to run in. Willing to communicate, willing to explain, even the greatest luck.

Shen Zhao pursed her lips and smiled, dimples blooming on her cheeks, like two cute little cherries, she loves this feeling, and also loves Song Ling like this.

She smiled and said, "Okay, let's stop arguing in the future, speak up if you have any questions, don't hide, don't deceive, okay?"

Song Ling lowered her eyes and stared at her smile, her eyes fell on those eyes, as if she suddenly realized something, she was stunned for a moment, and her expression was in a trance for a moment.

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of her suddenly stunned expression, thinking that she forgot to respond for a while, she raised her head to kiss her in dissatisfaction, and asked her again, "Are you okay?"

Song Ling supported her shoulders to stop her kiss, and answered lightly.

Shen Zhao was stunned there, Song Ling looked at her expression and explained, "I have a cold, don't infect you."

Shen Zhao smiled, struggling to sit up, "I'll go get you cold medicine."

Before her feet touched the ground, her arm was suddenly pulled, and Song Ling called her softly, "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao turned around and hummed, seeing that she seemed to have something to say, and asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling fixed her eyes. She admitted that she fell in love with Shen Zhao. At first, it was because of those eyes, but it gradually changed later. The person she completely fell in love with was the person in front of her.

But the original intention has never changed, and Shen Zhao will never know the existence of this matter.

She can hide and deceive her for a lifetime, as long as she doesn't say it, no one will find out the secret.

But just for a moment, she saw her eyes with a smile and a longing for beauty, and she was suddenly stunned.

She said to her, don't deceive, don't hide, she suddenly hesitated, what would she do if Shen Zhao found out about it one day?

What kind of temperament she is, she knows all too well.

If she knew, it would be a landslide-like eruption.

She always wants her to get along with her equally and fairly, and the love she wants is pure and clean, without any other factors. A Raisel, she has been grinding with her for nearly half a year, and she can do what she is now, which is already beyond the limit beyond expectations.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if one day she knew about the existence of Xiang Jin...

She didn't have such concerns before, because she knew that she was just a substitute, she didn't need to have such concerns at all, but now, she didn't want to lose Shen Zhao.

Song Ling condensed her face and said softly, "I'm falling in love with you again, can I?"

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grinned, she asked her, "What does it mean to fall in love with me again?"

Song Ling knelt down on one knee on the bed, leaned over and moved to her side, sat beside the bed, looked at her and explained, "Our meeting is not a magnanimous, I know that I have done a lot of things to hurt you, so Ah Zhao , can we start over?"

Shen Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, thinking of all the previous things, both bitter and embarrassing. After a moment of silence, she looked up at her again, maybe it was time to end it.

She quietly promised her: "Okay, let's start over."

Song Ling's expression relaxed, and a smile appeared on her face, smiling brightly, and responded to her: "Yes."

What she thought could be turned over by concealment, as long as everything remained the same, what she was worried about would not happen.

But sometimes fate seems to love to joke with people, and what you are most afraid of will come to you.

If Song Ling knew that things would go out of control later, she would have told Shen Zhao everything at this moment, at least she would not be hurt by those things.