A movie was quick, and by the end, their fried chicken and popcorn were not finished.

"Take it back and give it to the little candy, you can't waste it."

"Yes." Ning An also felt that it could not be wasted.

Although it is winter, the sun is bright outside and the sky is blue.

There are many young couples in the cinema, some are discussing the plot, while others are hugging each other sweetly.

Song Shaoyan took a deep breath: "Can you take me to the park for a walk? I've been bored in the ward for so many days and I'm almost moldy."

"You can take you away, you have to buy fun for the little candy."

"I not only bought it for the little candy, but I also bought it for you. How about it?" Song Shaoyan raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not a child anymore."

"You are a child in my heart. I want to spoil you as a child."

"P." Ning An couldn't help it, "You are obviously a child! You are so childish that you can be cute, you can act cute, you can act pretentious, you are still a drama artist, and you are full of drama."

Song Shaoyan was confused: "Are you sure you are talking about me, not your son?"

"What's the difference between you and my son? Taking care of you is almost like taking care of a son."

"I'm not your son, I'm your boyfriend. Do you know what a boyfriend is? He's the kind who is very manly and powerful, and he will protect his girlfriend in his arms all the time."

"Forget it, I'm not your sweet little girlfriend, Xiao Baihua."

Still protected in your arms.

Ning'an doesn't want to eat this set.

She is no longer a little girl in her twenties.

She has her own independent opinions, her own judgment and values. She no longer pursues that stupid love, and she is no longer suitable for pursuing it at her age.

I have also worked for many years.

Song Shaoyan was depressed.

If all the women in the world were like Ning An, how could they be so rational?

Ning'an took him to the park.

Because the weather is sunny, there are many elderly people and children in the park, and leisurely couples are walking. The winter sun shines on people warmly, which is an extremely comfortable and warmth.

When you are tired of walking, Ning An will sit on the bench to rest.

She will also introduce the customs and customs of New York to Song Shaoyan, and she has been here for five years.

Song Shaoyan listened with relish, or he loved to listen to whatever she said.

In the winter park, there are only bare trunks left in the trees, which are full of bleakness, but also have a unique charm.

"An An, if the operation is successful, would you please go back to Song's house with me?" Song Shaoyan looked expectant.

"You give me a reason to let me go back."

"After the operation was successful, I became as handsome as before... Yushu was in the wind, and was independent of the world, and was a beautiful young man."

Ning An rolled his eyes.

"I miss my friends in Beijing very much. You have seen several of them. When that time comes, I will introduce you again."

"Why are you thinking about it again? You're thinking so much."

"I think these ideas of mine are reasonable."

"I'm so annoying. If you have this time, it's better to think about the operation."

"I can't think of that kind of thing, and I can't figure it out. I like to think of something beautiful."

"Dramaster."

Ning An was too lazy to talk to him, sitting on the bench, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes looking at the distance.

The wind far away is farther away than the distance.

The Qiang flute is endless and time is long.
Chapter completed!