Seeing that Song Qishen's expression was still the same as before, Qianzhi continued to defend her blueberry juice——

"But this is not a matter of drinking more or less. You see, the bottles I am counting are all freshly squeezed and have a very short shelf life."

She continued to promise.

"It won't change if you put it in the refrigerator. The shelf life is fixed."

"I can finish these in a few days."

"real."

Because it is harvested from abroad, juiced directly, and then shipped back by air.

The price is really high, not only because of the quality, but also because of the shipping cost.

Qian Zhi could spend money on weekdays, but the moment she paid the shipping fee, it was still like being cut into pieces, and she felt distressed for a moment.

When it comes to this aspect, Qianzhi rarely talks more. She claims that what she says makes sense and is easy to understand.

But as a result, she found that Song Qishen's eyes were even weirder.

I don’t know what I heard, and my face looks a little stinky.

He walked forward, got closer, bent down on one knee, took out a bottle from the carton, and began to look at it carefully.

This posture, this movement, this look.

And the clear fingertips resting on the bottle.

Without exception, it was exactly the same as the blue and white porcelain cabinet he looked at in the study before.

However, before that, he looked very serious and careful.

But now, he first put it in his hand and carried it, then weighed it casually, looked at the small packaging label attached to the bottom of the blueberry juice, and ignored it no matter how hard he read it.

Although Song Qishen didn't speak, Qian Zhi felt it.

What gathered between his brows and eyes was a hint of disgust.

It seemed like he could throw the bottle of blueberry juice aside in the next second.

What's wrong.

Is Blueberry a sperm or something! Can it... make him so annoying?!

Or... is he allergic to blueberries...?

But it's completely unlike this. She didn't buy it for him to eat, so it would be even more impossible to mention the allergy.

"and........."

The little girl emphasized heavily——

"I worked hard to buy it and spent money on it. It doesn't make sense for you to ask me to drink less."

After Qian Zhi muttered these words, Song Qishen immediately paused.

"bought?"

It was not given as a gift, but she actually had to buy it herself.

Thinking of this, Song Qishen could not help but click his tongue.

Then, before he could even think about Mi Tai, he heard the little girl's voice rising again——

"If I didn't buy it, could it be possible that this could have been stolen?"

Qian Zhi's tone sounded like she wanted to chase people away, "Move aside, I want to take a certification photo and prepare to give the seller a big praise."

Song Qishen kept walking around and pretending to look at him. She couldn't ignore him even if she wanted to.

The viewing angle of the photo was not perfect, everything was blocked by his slender figure.

After Song Qishen heard this, he glanced over at her and looked at her, "You can just take a certification photo for the seller. Do you still have good reviews?"

What did you say just now?

What good reviews?

Um.

A big thumbs up : )

He suddenly remembered the bowl of noodles he had made before.

Qian Zhi went there with expectations and returned with silence. She immediately frowned and wrinkled her little face.

Although she didn't say anything more before, she didn't ask him to cook any other dishes after that.

Some meanings are self-evident without needing to be understood.

Most of Qianzhi's positive comments are compliments and the like.

In this way, the comparison between him and Lin Qinglai is too obvious, and the deviation is too big.

Song Qi suppressed the strange and annoying little monster in his heart, stood up, and moved to the side, pushing away a little distance to leave some space for Qian Zhi to take the certification photo.

Seeing Qian Zhi's delighted look, he slowly spoke and put forward his own suggestions.

"Since you like it so much, let's go to the supermarket later and I'll buy some fruit for you to juice."

Qianzhi was half-kneeling on the soft cushion. When she heard this sentence, she raised her hand to tuck her broken hair behind the outline of her earlobe.

What about her...

I like blueberry juice, but I don’t like other fruit juices.

However, when the words came to her lips, they were about to fill up and overflow, when she suddenly choked her again.

Qian Zhi thought of Song Qishen who was inexplicably unknown today, and her whole body fell into a slumping atmosphere.

She clearly has the most affectionate peach blossom eyes, and when she raises her eyes, there is a hint of grievance and a bit of awkwardness in her disdain.

It looks like a little dog that needs its owner to pluck its fur. Its tail rises proudly and wags crazily. It is extremely arrogant.

Qian Zhi is ready to follow him.

Song Qishen is obviously a few years older than her, and he has indeed always played the leading role before.

He is a very strong person at heart, but the feelings and care he gives her are also meticulous, and he can take her feelings into consideration at the same time.

But for the first time today, Qian Zhi felt it——

She can be needed too!

"Okay, just in time we can buy some necessary things to make our home more cozy."

In this way, you can witness the continuous enrichment of the house as time goes by.

This process moves forward and becomes what life itself is.

Ordinary but everyday.

Calm but warm.

Even if they are not in love with each other, they are in love with each other, or they are the honey-in-the-oil type, they are still relaxed and happy.

Qian Zhi sees everything very simply, and there are not too many complicated relationships with her. When she agreed to Song Qishen, one of the big factors was that there wouldn't be too many troubles in the future.

We are a good match, and both parents agree.

He kept himself clean and took the initiative to get married.

His appearance is also one of the best, and everyone praises him endlessly for his good appearance.

Everything couldn't be more perfect.

Qianzhi felt that she was not the superficial type, but she still agreed.

There seemed to be some hints of the factors that made her decide to agree, but Qianzhi had not yet fully understood it.

She can't yet see through it at a glance.

"Necessary, something, something?"

——Song Qishen's words successfully pulled Qian Zhi, who had unconsciously left her body, out of her fugue.

He spoke every word with a strong accent, deliberately leaving the last sound unfinished.

There is a lot of pretentiousness in it, which makes people feel suspicious.

"Yes, I still feel that my home is too spacious." Qian Zhi responded.

She didn't think about the meaning of Song Qishen's words at all.

After all, there was a huge difference between Song Qishen's behavior in front of her and in front of other people.

Sometimes when he is so coquettish that he can bloom, Qianzhi wonders if he has a second personality that can be switched freely.

Because he didn't know if it was because he was defenseless in front of her, he didn't hide it at all.

Qianzhi's reaction was so indifferent, and she didn't get to the point at all.

So next time——
To be continued...