Chapter 11: Qin Feng, I miss you so much

The Cullinan's suspension is really good,

and the Cullinan's soundproofing is even better!

Even if Tong Wenjie sang at the top of her lungs inside the car,

outside the car,

not a single sound could be heard...

Over an hour later,

Tong Wenjie, with a flushed face, got out of the car,

stumbling into the elevator.

A system notification sound also rang in Qin Feng's mind:

"Sowed once, rewarded with the skill: Basketball Mastery."

Listening to the system notification,

and watching Tong Wenjie's back gradually disappear into the elevator,

Qin Feng shook his head and smiled: "Walking so fast, she hasn't even paid me yet..."

……

"Duang-Duang-Duang——"

Past 12:00 AM,

the door to Song Qian's house was suddenly knocked on.

Song Qian immediately got up from the bed vigilantly, and then involuntarily thought of Qin Feng.

Did Qin Feng really come?

He's too bold, Yingzi just lay down!

Sure enough,

not long after,

Yingzi opened the bedroom door and asked with some anger: "Mom, who is it, knocking on our door in the middle of the night?!"

"I, I don't know."

Song Qian was so nervous she stuttered, and could only persuade Yingzi to go back to her room first: "Yingzi, you go to sleep first, maybe they knocked on the wrong door. Mom will open it and see!"

"No!"

Qiao Yingzi kept a straight face: "Who knocks on the wrong door in the middle of the night? I need to have a word with them!"

"Got it, got it, Yingzi, you go in and sleep first, okay? Mom will handle it!"

Song Qian patiently finally coaxed Qiao Yingzi back into her room.

Coming to the front door,

thinking of Qin Feng who might be standing outside the door at this moment,

Song Qian was excited and nervous, and even felt a little thrill...

Rubbing her face,

Song Qian took a deep breath, then immediately pulled open the door: "What are you doing, Yingzi is still... Wenjie?!"

"Qianqian!"

At this moment, Tong Wenjie,

with messy hair, tattered clothes, and hollow eyes,

looked as if she had encountered a bandit who didn't want money.

Opening her mouth to shout,

Tong Wenjie hugged Song Qian and burst into tears. ===== CHAPTER 29 =====

"What are you doing, what are you doing?!"

Qiao Yingzi opened the door once again, saying very impatiently.

But once she saw it was Tong Wenjie,

Qiao Yingzi immediately became quiet: "Mom, what's going on? Why does Yifan's mom look like she encountered a bandit who didn't want money?!"

"Go, go, go, go inside and sleep, don't worry about adult matters."

Song Qian waved her hand and chased Qiao Yingzi back into her room.

Only then did she drag Tong Wenjie into her bedroom.

Tong Wenjie just wanted to collapse onto the bed,

but was immediately pulled by Song Qian: "Go, go, go, take a shower first, take a shower first. What is that smell all over you?!"

"Hehe~"

Tong Wenjie wiped her tears,

winked at Song Qian: "~~The scent of a top-tier little milk dog~~~"

After showering,

getting into bed,

Tong Wenjie started complaining to Song Qian about everything.

Complaining about Fang Yuan's income,

complaining about Fang Yifan's grades,

complaining about Fang Yuan coming home at eight or nine every day,

complaining about Fang Yifan having no self-discipline, being so far behind Yingzi...

As Tong Wenjie talked and cried,

Song Qian was exhausted and involuntarily thought of Qin Feng.

In the two nights she had spent sleeping with Qin Feng,

Song Qian had felt a happiness and satisfaction she had never felt before.

Her body suddenly became incredibly light and sensitive,

as if she had returned to her eighteen-year-old self...

Thinking about it,

Song Qian suddenly couldn't do without Qin Feng.

Thinking that the person lying next to her at this moment was Tong Wenjie, still babbling on and on,

Song Qian felt heartbroken and on the verge of tears,

shouting lonely in her heart: "Qin Feng, I miss you so much..."

……

7:00 AM,

Qin Feng got up, washed, and got dressed.

Then,

just as he pulled open the door,

he unexpectedly saw Song Qian standing outside.

Raising the lunchbox in her hand,

Song Qian said with a blushing face: "Qin Feng, I was just about to knock, and you opened the door... I got up early this morning and made you some breakfast..."

"Is that so?"

Qin Feng opened the lunchbox in surprise.

It was a few exquisite crystal shrimp dumplings and a heart-shaped fried egg.

Seeing Qin Feng's gaze linger on the fried egg,

Song Qian blushed and said in a low voice: "That, don't misunderstand, this fried egg was made with a mold, I often make it for Yingzi..."

"I didn't misunderstand."

Qin Feng said calmly,

leaning down slightly,

and whispered in Song Qian's ear: "Did you miss me last night?"

"..."

Song Qian's face turned completely red instantly,

looking at Qin Feng with a coquettish and resentful gaze: "I thought the person knocking on the door last night was you..."

"It wasn't me."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, sizing Song Qian up: "So, it was another man?!"

"No, no."

Song Qian quickly denied: "It was Tong Wenjie, my best friend. She drank alcohol yesterday and seemed to have hit a car, but it was settled privately. She even said the other party was great..."

"?"

Qin Feng suddenly asked with interest: "Then did she say whose car she hit?"

"No, she didn't say that, but looking at how she was when she came to my house, I always felt something happened..."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Qin Feng felt slightly disappointed.

It seems that women of Tong Wenjie and Song Qian's age are still relatively conservative.

But there's no need to rush.

Anyway, everyone lives in Shuxiang Yayuan, so they can be developed slowly in the future...

So,

Qin Feng looked at Song Qian again and asked: "Did you miss me last night?"

"..."

Song Qian's face turned red again immediately,

looking at Qin Feng with a strange tenderness but also extremely complex emotions.

After a while,

Song Qian couldn't help but stand on tiptoe,

giving him a light kiss like a dragonfly skimming the water,

and then,

covering her face, she ran away in a panic...

Watching Song Qian's panicked back as she left,

the image of Tong Wenjie leaving last night suddenly appeared in Qin Feng's mind.

The same shyness,

the same panic,

the same quick departure,

even the posture of walking was extremely similar...

They really are a pair of good best friends!

Shaking his head and smiling,

Qin Feng left the finished lunchbox at home,

then walked out of the residential area,

and squeezed onto the bus with a group of old men and women...

……. ===== CHAPTER 30 =====