Chapter 1109 Should I Give Up (4)

Song Shijun took another bite of pasta and motioned to the servant to pour him water.

He is a boy and has a big appetite, so he finished a plate of pasta quickly.

Song Shijun's eyes fell on the plate in front of Han Qiqing, and he reached out and said, "If you don't want to eat, just give it to me."

Han Qiqing came to her senses, slapped his hand away, rolled her eyes at him, grabbed the fork and said, "Who said I won't eat it?"

She lowered her head, rolled up the noodles with a fork, and put it in her mouth.

When Song Shijun saw that she was willing to eat, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he motioned to the servant to make him a sandwich.

Although Han Qiqing still had no appetite, she still managed to eat a third of the noodles and a bowl of porridge.

After the two finished their meal, Song Shijun stretched and looked at the time.

"By this time, Shaojie and the others should have already boarded the plane."

Mentioning this, Han Qiqing remembered that she couldn't find her passport again. She pushed away her chair and went upstairs.

Song Shijun glanced at her and followed her.

Han Qiqing entered her room, sat in front of the dressing table, lowered her head and flipped through the drawers.

Song Shijun glanced around the whole room, walked to the bed and sat down, placing his hands on the soft bed, leaning back and looking sideways at her movements.

"Damn it!" Han Qiqing still couldn't find it, her eyes were wet, she was so angry that she closed the drawer hard and kicked the cabinet.

Song Shijun raised one leg and kicked it too.

"Why are you kicking my table!" Han Qiqing turned her head and glared at him, yelling at him angrily.

Song Shijun looked innocent, "I'll help you vent your anger."

"Who asked you to help? What if you kicked my table?"

"Buy it again if it breaks. I'll compensate you."

"Who wants you to compensate? I don't have the money to buy it myself?"

Han Qiqing stood up, walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Song Shijun smiled, spread his hands and said, "You want to take it out on me? Then come on, ravage me! Torture me!"

"You're boring!" Han Qiqing let go of her hand and threw him onto the bed.

Song Shijun lay on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and said slowly, "Actually, it's good that you can't go to the United States."

"Why do you say that?" Han Qiqing was confused, sat down next to him, and followed his example and lay down.

The two of them were lying at a ninety-degree angle.

Song Shijun turned to look at her side face and said, "I told you a long time ago, Lu Yichen is not suitable for you. No matter how much you like him, there will be no results with him, so you might as well give up early. Look, now The missing passport is God’s answer to you.”

Han Qiqing stopped talking, with an unconcealable sadness on her face.

Song Shijun continued, "I really don't understand. Why do you just like him? Apart from his good grades, what else is good about him? That kind of personality doesn't suit you. If you are with him, he always wants you." Just take the initiative, do you think you will be happy?"

Han Qiqing was not happy when she heard this. She frowned, turned her head and looked at him and said, "Hey, can you stop talking like this? What do you mean he has nothing good except good grades? What's good about him There are too many, are you jealous of him? "

Song Shijun said with a scornful expression, "Huh, do I need to be jealous of him? Are you kidding me?"

Please! He is a dignified son of the mayor, and there are so many people jealous of him. It is not his turn to be jealous of others, okay?