The tree light above his head is constantly changing in color, and on his white shirt, he shines with all kinds of brilliance, setting his jade tree in the wind, making it more eye-catching and dazzling.

Song Qingchun, may you look back, you can see Su Zhinian.

She really saw him...

What a beautiful wish and how a beautiful realization.

The tears in Song Qingchun's eyes finally stopped, and the **** broke out again.

At that moment, no matter how beautiful the whole body was, it was not as good as the Qingjun man standing under the tree light.

There was a long distance between him and her, she could not see the expression on his face, but she could feel his sight and stared at her fixedly.

She took a few steps forward and stopped when he could see his face clearly.

She raised her tearful face, but smiled at him with a grin.

He stared at her without moving.

There are always passers-by, passing him and her, they just look at each other quietly across the crowd.

Her tears fell more fiercely, and her smile grew brighter.

He was eventually infected by her smile, and his brows became a little tender.

After standing there for a while, she suddenly raised her foot again and ran towards him.

He watched her come and stood upright, leaning against the body of the tree trunk, and stayed still, until she stood a little unsteady in front of him half a meter away, and he spoke quietly and sweetly: "Ting Ting, you are so powerful that people from all over the world can send you blessings."

This is what she had just used to say eloquently to him. Unexpectedly, she was now praised back by what he had learned.

Song Qingchun was amused and laughed out loudly, and she nodded heavily at him in agreement: "Yeah, I'm so amazing!"

Afterwards, her tears, like no money, smashed down one after another.

She had already guessed that it was related to him when the pedestrians who passed by gave her blessings to less than a third.

At this time he used such a joking tone to tell her that she was still impressed by the sturdy.

99 people, with 99 different faces, came to her and sent her blessings, and none of those blessings were repeated.

Therefore, it was all he, who came up with it word by word.

There was an unspeakable touch in her chest, which moved her, regardless of the presence of so many people around her, and fell into his arms bluntly, tipping her toes and kissing him actively.

As soon as her lips touched his lips, she was pulled away from him.

Song Qingchun, who was refused to kiss, looked at Su Zhinian with a surprised look.

The gentle expression on the man’s face, I don’t know when it became very serious, and the dark and deep eyes stared at her tightly, as if hesitating for something. After a long time, he whispered: "Tingting, you are afraid me?"

A layer of confusion appeared in Song Qingchun's eyes.

"Or, do you hate me?" Su Zhinian explained, "My superpowers."

Hearing the explanation of Song Qingchun, he blinked, and finally understood the meaning of Su Zhinian's inexplicable two sentences.

But why should she be afraid of him? Why do you hate him?

Superpower is such a cool thing. She is too late to be proud. How could she be afraid of him because of this?

The most important thing is that shopping this afternoon, not much to make her happy...