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Chapter 572 572: Gu Qi Extra: I will never be my wife again (third update)

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    On the fifth night, he showed up, and it was still 8:50.

    Zhou Mo gave him a glass of strong wine as usual: "That guy is here again."

    Song Zhi was sitting in an inconspicuous corner. Her manager didn't come, so she was alone today.

    Zhou Mo looked at Qin Su's attitude of not having anything to do with him and said a few words: "Do you feel anything? If you don't feel it, it's better to make it clear earlier. He is a public figure and it will be very troublesome if he is photographed."

    Qin Su hates trouble the most.

    He didn¡¯t sing ¡°Nanshan¡± today. At the end of the last song, a girl came up and asked for WeChat, but he ignored her.  .  .

    Song Zhi discovered that he was living like an isolated island.

    It takes more than 40 minutes to walk from April in the Human World to his house, and he didn¡¯t speak during the whole journey.

    "You are really good at playing the guitar. Did you start learning it when you were a child?"

    She wanted to know how he grew up and whether he was loved in this world.

    "Where is your hometown? Is it Li City?"

    "They said you only sing there at night, but during the day? What do you do?"

    She wanted to know more about him because she was afraid that she would not be able to find him again.

    "Do you like to drink strong drinks? You order the same drink every time. Strong drinks are not good for your throat."

    He didn¡¯t answer any of these questions.

    "You know nothing about me and you still dare to follow me?"

    He stopped suddenly, and Song Zhi almost bumped into him. Their eyes met without warning. They were so close, and there was a strong aggression on his body: "Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"

    Song Zhi glanced at the forget-me-not in his hand.

    He would buy a bunch every time, from the girl who was the worst at selling flowers.

    ¡°Bad people won¡¯t threaten me by calling the police.¡±

    His voice was tight: "Song Zhi."

    Song Zhi smiled: "This is the first time you have called me by my name." She was a little greedy, "Can you call me by my name again?"

    She is too blatant.

    Qin Su made it clear: "I'm not interested in you."

    She didn¡¯t even know that she could be so shameless: ¡°I think interest can be cultivated.¡±

    Boom.

    He entered the house and closed the door.

    Song Zhi "expertly" sat down at the door and waited for her agent to pick her up.

    He is not a bad person. If he were a bad person, he would not close the door and still leave the light on outside.

    He did not come to the world of April on the sixth night, but came on the seventh night.

    Song Zhi figured out the rules. He would come to April at 8:50 pm on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, only sing for half an hour, and leave at 9:30.

    As soon as he sat down, Song Zhi pushed him a glass of wine.

    "Zhou Mo just taught me how to mix wine. I made this drink. You can try it."

    He glanced at it but didn't touch it.

    "Baby," Pei Shuangshuang waved Song Zhi over, "come here and answer the phone."

    It was the director who called. There was a scene that he wanted to shoot. The director asked Song Zhi if he had time tomorrow night.

    She said that except for the nights of 1,357, everything else is ok.

    Zhou Mo watched Song Zhi's drama again last night and admired her acting skills: "I think she is very attentive. She probably isn't trying to be fresh. Would you like to think about it?"

    Zhou Mo really hoped that he would find a companion. He had lived alone for fifteen years, from the age of thirteen to twenty-eight.

    "When did you become so familiar with her?"

    Zhou Mo shut up and don't mess with this king of hell.

    Song Zhi came back after answering the phone: "Have you drunk the wine? How does it taste?"

    Qin Su didn¡¯t drink: ¡°It¡¯s not very good.¡±

    He took the guitar and went on stage.

    Song Zhi took the mediocre glass of wine and sat at the front, on the far left.

    He still didn't sing "Nanshan" today, she still followed him today, and he still bought a bouquet of forget-me-nots from the girl who couldn't sell flowers.

    "Zhou Mo said that you and he were high school classmates. Where did you go to high school? Licheng?"

    "Zhou Mo looks very young. How old is he?"

    Song Zhi wanted to know how old Qin Su was.

    "I'm twenty-six, you should be about the same as me."

    He didn't speak.

    Song Zhi is actually not a talkative person. She is just impatient and wants to grab more: "I have a lot of wine at home. I'm going back next week and I can send it to you."

    She was too afraid of not being able to find him: "You can'tMoving?  "

    Qin Su finally spoke: "Are you investigating me?"

    She wanted to know more so that she would not be afraid of not being able to find him.

    She said: "No, I am cultivating your interest."

    He said he was not interested in her.

    He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the corner wall.

    She wanted to ask if she had developed an interest.

    Qin Su threw the flower in his hand to her: "Don't move here."

    He went out.

    She heard him say: "Bring the camera."

    Song Zhi was targeted by the paparazzi.

    The paparazzi ran away with the camera in his arms. When he was grabbed by the collar, he stretched out his free hand to push it away.

    Qin Su grabbed him, twisted him behind him, pushed him against the wall, grabbed the camera, and took out the memory card.

    The paparazzi wants to snatch it back.

    Qin Su kicked his knee and softened it: "If I catch him again, I will break your hand."

    It¡¯s a very light sentence, but it has a biting edge.

    The paparazzi cursed and ran away lamely.

    Song Zhi didn¡¯t come back to his senses until Qin Su approached.

    He threw the camera's memory card to her.

    "Thanks."

    "I don't like trouble," he said, pulling her down from the clouds, "Understand?"

    He left first without asking for his forget-me-not.

    After Song Zhi returned to the hotel, he saved all the photos in the memory card to his mobile phone and looked at them over and over again.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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