"Then you go to see Chang ‘e and don’t look at me."
Song Qingcheng raised the masterpiece to block his face.
It wasn’t long before she moved it away a little and found Yu Tingchuan staring at herself with her hands clasped and her legs clasped.
There is a kind of shyness in being caught.
There are no people in the sofa seats on both sides.
The whole Song Dynasty looked at Yutingchuan with a half smile and a half smile, and his cheeks were hotter, especially his eyes were deep, which made him feel crazy in love so his heart pounded and he paid a little attention to leaning over the small round table on both sides.
The famous book was blocked by her, and the left side just covered two faces.
Then kissed Yu Tingchuan’s thin lips.
Quickly return to position again.
Song whole hands holding the red and black blocking his half face to reveal those curved eyebrows like a naughty and shy after a bad drama.
Yutingchuan didn’t say anything, leaned over and picked up the teacup and took a sip.
However, the corners of the mouth are curved
When it’s time to register, the personnel will come to inform you.
After getting off the plane, the whole Song Dynasty will ask Yutingchuan if he doesn’t understand the place, and he doesn’t feel ashamed.
Actually, she has a slight fear of heights
When the plane rose, it bumped and the whole person suddenly lost weight. Song Qingcheng realized that he wanted to catch something and just caught Yu Tingchuan’s left hand.
The cochlea is also a little uncomfortable because of air pressure.
Yu Tingchuan held her hand in reverse. "It will be better after a while. If you really don’t adapt to wearing an eye mask, have a rest."
Adapted to the song city body slowly relax for a while.
What followed was embarrassment.
She let go of Yu Tingchuan’s hand and turned to look out of the window to see the scene of a small city. Later, it was the misty sea of clouds that reminded her of the word "white clouds and pale dogs"
After more than ten hours’ flight, the plane landed at Los Angeles Airport.
Los Angeles is still warm as spring in December.
The plane Song Qingcheng didn’t wear a coat again.
When she got her luggage and walked to the exit, she was a little nervous with Yutingchuan and looked around at foreigners coming and going.
It’s not that I’ve never met a foreigner, but that I’m suddenly at a loss in my heart when I’m in a foreign land
Yutingchuan seems to see that Song Qingcheng doesn’t adapt to holding her hand all the way to the airport. There are already cars waiting to pick people up. Xu Dong and selena live in downtown hotels and go to Yutingchuan to stay in Los Angeles.
All the way, Song Qingcheng looks at the buildings along the way, which is different from the gray days in China. The evening glow in foreign countries reflects the blue sky and is beautiful.
Yu Tingchuan bought a house in rowland heights.
After the car, Song Qingcheng saw two Chinese passing by the roadside, including the road just now. She also saw a signboard at the door of the store with Chinese characters printed in addition to English. She realized that this was an area with more Chinese.
Yu Tingchuan looked at the blue-tiled red-walled house outside the black fence of Song Qingcheng when she picked up her luggage from the trunk. She had seen American buildings online, and this house should be Georgian.
Soon the door of the house opened and a middle-aged Chinese woman came out.
Song city should be hiring a nanny at home judging from the apron of the other party.
Entering the room, talking to the nanny next to Yutingchuan stairs is Chinese. I understand the situation here. Song Qingcheng understands it, but she didn’t interrupt and said hello to Yutingchuan’s gesture to take a shower first.
Yu Tingchuan stopped talking to the nanny and his eyes fell on Song Qingcheng. "I will help you take luggage case first."
Said has turned to carry her box.
Song city didn’t refuse to blunt nanny smiled shyly.
The nanny laughed, too, and then turned to the kitchen.
The room is very clean. It should have just been cleaned up. Song Qingcheng smelled the sunshine. The heavy curtains opened Yu Tingchuan and put the box next to the bedside table to turn on a light. He wore a shirt because of the high temperature here in Los Angeles.
Looking at the man’s tall and straight back, Song Qingcheng suddenly hugged him from behind.
"What are you doing?" Yutingchuan tilting face asked
Song whole face rubbed his back as if feeling deep and remote way "Tingchuan, your back is really nice and you want to hold it like this all the time"
Yu Tingchuan smiled. "How do you do things all the time?"
"I’ll talk about it." Song Qingcheng’s words are flattering. "You’re a family member of a migrant worker. I’m sure I won’t hold you back and will support you."
At this moment, Yutingchuan’s cell phone rang.
He patted her hand on her waist. "Go take a shower. I’ll take a message."
"Oh" Song Qingcheng let him go.
Song city simply took a shower to change clothes, shirts and suspenders suitable for the climate here. The cuffs of nine-point jeans were turned up by her, and she just washed her head at the elbow, and then blew it to seven points for the first time because of the official holiday, and then opened the door.
A faint smell of food wafted from the kitchen.