Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied

But think again, although the person is no longer there, but life is still going on, and she has to work hard for Bunny.

Thinking of this, she put on a white coat and hurriedly ran towards the ward.

Cheng Zhiyan's father recently abandoned his rallying BMW motorcycle and bought a new Buick. It is not a precious car, but it is strong and low-key. In fact, the main reason is that he came from a city in the north. After coming back, I can't stand the cold winter of this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

This Jiangnan is not the same as the coldness of a dozen degrees below zero in the north, which is obviously still above zero, but the slightest coldness seems to have grown eyes and drilled into your collar. The most uncomfortable thing is that there is no heating here.

It's the same cold inside and outside the house. The only difference is probably that there is no wind in the house.

Cheng Zhiyan is equipped with heating at home, but Lao Cheng's office has only one air conditioner. Even if it is opened to the maximum, it still feels a little unsatisfactory.

In such a winter, riding a motorcycle to bang again and again, Rao is Lao Cheng's health again, and it is inevitable that he will catch a cold so many times a winter.

So, after two years of laocheng bang, finally determined to buy a car.

Right now, he was driving the car, taking his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and driving towards his hometown all the way.

Cheng Zhiyan's mother was sitting in the co-pilot position, holding a grapefruit in her hand, and was peeling hard.

Cheng Zhiyan and Xiaotu were sitting in the back seat of the car, one leaned on the back of the chair and listened to music with headphones, and the other lay beside the window looking at the scenery outside.

This road is heading towards his hometown. The scenery outside is all paddy fields and small buildings. After watching it for a long time, the bunny becomes bored.

She turned around, drew to Cheng Zhiyan, looked at him with his eyes closed slightly and listened to the song, hesitated, still reached out and poked at his arm.

Cheng Zhiyan's eyes opened slightly, looking at the bunny, and raised his eyebrows gently.

"Brother, orange juice, what song are you listening to ?? Also listen to me ..." Bunny blinked and looked at him with a curious expression.

"Jay Chou," Cheng Zhiyan replied lightly.

"what??"

"It's not a children's song you like to listen to." Cheng Zhiyan straightened up, looking at the boring expression on Xiaotu's face, and laughed, "Why, can't I sit in a car for a while?"

"Huh!" Little Rabbit nodded, still staring at Cheng Zhiyan's CD player, and said with anticipation: "Brother Orange Juice, can you also tell me ... OK?"

"you sure??"

"Um." Bunny nodded hard.

Cheng Zhiyan stretched out his long white fingers, gently took off the earphones on his right ear, and handed them to Rabbit's hand, "Hold."

"Hey." Xiaotu took the headset with an excited expression and quickly put it in his ear.

A song was just played in the CD player. After a short silence, a smooth and melodious accompaniment came out. With the sound of the spacecraft breaking through the air flow, a low male voice began to sing indistinctly.

When the rabbit heard the accompaniment, her eyes widened and she felt fresh, but when she heard the singing, a small face wrinkled suddenly. "Brother Orange Juice, what is he singing?"