Picking The Stars (MTL)

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How to say?

Because she was watched by too many eyes in the entertainment industry, she was afraid of adding twists and turns between them.

She has to handle her affairs well. When the professor comes back, they can meet and hug often like ordinary couples. She wants to do better and make up for all the previous shortcomings and all the shortcomings.

But these are not important, because the professor no longer needs it.

Song Wei hesitated for a moment, and said in general: "After that period of time, I was a little discouraged, and then slowly faded out."

Pei Ji took the pen, after listening to her, he lowered his head and continued to write on the paper, as if asking casually, he didn't care what Song Er's answer was, and he no longer cared about the time that made them suffer. .

Song Wei curled her hands on her lap. She lowered her head. This office seemed extremely hot. The person she liked was right in front of her. Song Wei felt that the air was taken away. It was so thin that it was too thin for her to breathe. .

When the takeaway arrived, Song Er went downstairs to pick it up.

After taking it up, she looked around and found that only Pei Ji's desk was suitable, so she walked over and asked, "Should I eat first?"

She ordered a lot, several boxes, obviously not the weight of one person.

"Let's eat something, it's late." Song Wei said again, carrying the takeaway in her hand, and Pei Ji said "OK" before she put down the bag.

Everything on the table was put away, and the take-out boxes were laid out one by one. They were all foods that Pei Ji liked.

Song Er is probably the person who knows her best in the world, knows her tastes, understands her quirks, and can always take care of her feelings and make her feel comfortable.

Pei Ji didn't move his chopsticks immediately.

"What's the matter?" Song Er asked, she smiled, "Isn't it right?" Her tone was calm, but her heart was a little nervous.

After all, it is normal for the taste to change after such a long time.

Pei Ji said, "No."

But when she said no, her appetite was not very good, just a few mouthfuls were full. Mimi received the injection, slept for a while, her spirit came back, and she came out of her nest after smelling the scent, stretched her waist, rubbed Pei Ji's leg and lay down.

"Your appetite is too small, not as much as Mimi." Song Wei glanced at Pei Ji's bowl and said disapprovingly.

She pretended that they were not unpleasant and spoke to her naturally, but there was always a sense of anxiety in her eyes.

Pei Ji didn't answer her words.

Most of the food on the table is left, and Song Er's bowl also has a lot of rice. She is already full, but she still hasn't put down the chopsticks, pretending to be not full, and wants to talk to Pei Ji more.

"Did you make any friends in West Africa?" Song Er asked again.

It was too obvious that she wanted to stay with her for a while, Pei Ji glanced at her bowl, Song Wei's heart tightened, and he took a grain of rice and said nothing.

After a while, Pei Ji said, "I met a little girl."

Although they kept in touch for the first two years, they rarely shared their lives. During that time, Song Wei had a hard time. She didn't want Pei Ji to worry, so all she said were good things, and Pei Ji didn’t. I told her about my situation, who I met, where I was in my research, and how I felt. I didn't mention it.