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Chapter 318 She Can Only Be His
Albert was startled, and calmly withdrew his scary gaze just now, and turned it into a kind gaze. He sighed softly, and said casually, "Oh, I'm just happy for you. Have you confessed to him?"
Song Qingzhu blinked when he heard the words, "Not yet. Don't you have a girl you like?"
Albert looked over quietly, and replied firmly: "Yes."
"Wow." Song Qingzhu originally wanted to ask who it was, but when she thought that she didn't answer him just now, she swallowed the question. She thought about it and asked, "Did you meet in China?"
"We met abroad." Albert replied slowly, looking at her fixedly.
"That's pretty good." Song Qingzhu blessed him sincerely, and smiled at him, "Then I wish you can be with her sooner."
Albert lowered his eyes and remained silent. Just when Song Qingzhu thought he would not answer, he was about to get up and ask him what to eat, but he did not expect him to speak, with a smile all over his face, and his green eyes narrowed slightly, with a sense of certainty. temperament.
"I will, I will definitely be with her."
Albert replied firmly.
Song Qingzhu didn't know why, but always felt that there was something in his words, and at the same time, it was weird and weird.
"Don't you just eat KFC at night?"
Albert's eyes were soft, and he seemed to be a different person from just now. His tall and mighty body stood up, a full head taller than her, and the light above his head was turned backwards, making his face a little blurry.
"Well... mainly because there is nothing to eat at home." Song Qingzhu scratched his head foolishly, then turned to look at him, "Have you eaten? Do you want to order a takeaway?"
"no need."
Albert smiled at her, "Is there any edible noodles? Or some other ingredients? You forgot, my cooking skills are very good."
Of course, Song Qingzhu knew that his cooking skills were very good, and he was on par with Brother Jiang.In foreign countries, I often rely on his good luck to eat all kinds of western food. The taste is not comparable to that sold outside. When he touches something, it immediately becomes delicious.
"It's a pity, there are no noodles at home, and the refrigerator is empty."
As soon as she finished speaking, Albert over there had already opened the refrigerator. Seeing the empty space in the refrigerator, his brows furrowed without a trace, and then he slammed it shut.
"I'm going out for a while and I'll be right back."
"What? Are you going grocery shopping?"
"Yeah." Albert walked towards the door.
Seeing this, Song Qingzhu ran to the window, and when he opened the window, the clear crackling sound of rain came in from outside. The rain was so heavy that he felt that his shoes would be wet when he went out.
She stopped Albert and pointed outside.
"Don't go, just make do with KFC." Song Qingzhu said, "It's raining heavily outside."
Albert looked in the direction she pointed, his green eyes flashed, and then he asked in a distressed voice, "Oh, it's raining so hard, how are we going to get back to the hotel later?"
Song Qingzhu replied immediately, "Why don't you wait until the rain stops before leaving, anyway, there is still a room here."
"Can you?" Albert hesitated, looking over with clear eyes.
"Of course." Song Qingzhu smiled at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said boldly, "Which one of us is with whom? It was fine if I lived with you before, but it's fine if you live with me now. We are friends. "
Albert pursed his lips and smiled, agreeing, "Well, we are friends."
Albert was not obsessed with leaving, Song Qingzhu led him to his room, and it was fine for her to stay in Xiyan's room at night.
"If it keeps raining, you can sleep here."
Song Qingzhu embraced his arms and glanced out of the window. The continuous torrential rain washed over the entire Linchuan. The ground seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle. Those thin strands of rain were bent by the strong wind and blown directly into the house .
She was startled, and rushed over to close the window, the rain became quieter.
"Is this the room you live in?"
After reading it, Albert leaned against the door frame, staring at her with green eyes.
Song Qingzhu nodded, "Oh, by the way, did you have something to deal with just now?"
"No." Albert resolutely denied, thinking about telling the secretary to cancel the meeting later, and wondering if the senior leaders of QL would jump, it was fun and funny to think about it.
Song Qingzhu felt relieved, and pointed him to the bathroom and kitchen, and he could take whatever he wanted, even though there was nothing to eat in this house.
After the two ate KFC, Song Qingzhu took a shower and went back to Xiyan's room.
Albert sat on the sofa and watched her go in and close the door from afar before slowly walking into the room.
As soon as he entered, the scent of jasmine hit his face, he couldn't help sniffing deeply, the light in his eyes was flickering, he came to the wardrobe, opened it, and there were all kinds of skirts and trousers inside, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. , buried her face in it, feeling the breath inside, as if she was right beside her.
It's not the first time he has done this kind of thing. When she came to live in his home abroad, she would do it secretly, which is both secretive and exciting.He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help Anai's inner emotions, wishing to tie her by his side, only let her stay by his side, and not let her meet others.
When she left, he waited abroad for a long time, sent her emails, texted and called her, but all he got was a series of cold empty phone numbers.
She changed her mobile phone number, which was the last thing he allowed. He used to know her exact location through the phone, but now he was out of control. His half year was the most tormenting.
After finally finding her with great effort, how could he let her go again?
Even if she has someone she likes, he will try his best to win her over.
Could it be that the few years they spent abroad were not as good as the short half year they fell in love with that person?
He naively thought that her love began when she returned to China.
He knew that a woman would always be infatuated with one or two men, but in the end she could only be his.
This time, he slept soundly.
There are no those murderous nightmares, only the scent of jasmine, and it is rare to have a good dream.
In the dream, he and she were married, walking on the streets of Paris, enjoying the sunshine, feeling the breath of people, there were blond children running, they looked at each other and smiled, and when they got home, his children ran towards him, Smiling and calling him Dad, talking about anecdotes at home today.
Beside her, she looked at them with a shy smile, while he felt an unprecedented satisfaction.
This kind of simple and ordinary life is what he wants.
However, her figure became more and more blurred in the next second, he was startled, and rushed towards her, but there was only air.