Flirting with each other! Top stars whispered to each other in a love variety show

Chapter 38 Anniversary
Sang Yuan didn’t bring a microphone, but Leung Chung-yi did.

Her words, as she leaned in close, were clearly picked up by the microphone and carried into the live broadcast room.

[One seat at the main table! ]

[This is definitely an assist! If you can speak more, please say more/squinting smile]

[Wen Xun must be crazy about it, no gift would be better than a gift from myself hehe~]

[These two characters haven't even been touched yet, this is a bit too much]

[Liang Songyi is not angry at all, it seems that Wen Xun has a chance. ]

[If you ask me, Wen Xun’s confession two years ago was too high-profile. He didn’t even leave Liang Songyi any room. No wonder she rejected him directly.]

[Given the clinginess of Wen Xun in the show, it’s no surprise that Liang Songyi couldn’t resist hhhhh]

[These two together are friendly to my eyes~]

No matter how much fun you have, you still have to buy gifts.

But Liang Songyi really had no idea for a moment.

"Sangsang."

The two of them strolled aimlessly from the first floor to the third floor of the mall, and Liang Songyi's eyes became a little dazed.

Sang Yuan: “Hmm?”

"Do you know what Wen Xun likes?"

"...My young lady, you don't know that I would know?"

Liang Songyi sighed.

She really knew too little about Wen Xun.

Even so, she still said that she had liked him for more than ten years, and now she was doubting herself.

"How about asking other people?"

Sang Yuan suggested,
"There must be someone in our circle who is familiar with him, right? I don't know, but you should know."

As soon as she said this, Liang Songyi's eyes brightened.

"It seems there is one."

Although Wen Xun was outstanding and had a prominent family background when he was a student, many people, both men and women, wanted to get close to him.

But his overly indifferent personality made others afraid to approach him easily, or if they did, they would be driven away by Wen Xun.

He is like an iceberg. Anyone who gets close to him will be frozen and covered in bruises.

She only remembered that there was someone who could say a few words to Wen Xun.

It can also be said that it was that person who took the initiative to look for Wen Xun, even though Wen Xun was indifferent or even did not respond.

He just acted like nothing had happened and refused to accept the cold response.

This has been going on for more than ten years.

She met him once two years ago when she married Wen Xun.

I asked him to bring the key and electronic lock code of the apartment to Wen Xun.

Cheng Lu is the youngest son of the Cheng family in Beijing.

Although the Cheng family and the Wen family are not on the same level, they often have dealings in group business.

In addition to the relationship between Wen Xun and Cheng Lu, the two families have a good relationship.

Relying on the Wen family, the Liang family and the Cheng family also occasionally visit each other.

The elders in the family know each other, but the younger ones are strangers.

Liang Songyi didn't have Cheng Lu's contact information, so she found a friend and went through several people before finally getting Cheng Lu's WeChat.

After sending a friend request, it was accepted immediately.

【Hello, I am Leung Chung-yee. 】

[I know, sister-in-law wants to see me for something? ]

Liang Songyi looked at the two words on the screen, stunned.

Seeing her in a daze, Sang Yuan leaned over to glance at her, a smile appearing on her lips.

"Hey, he's a good brother, and he calls me that appropriately."

The cameraman next to her was about to come over with a camera to take a picture, but Sang Yuan quickly blocked his way.

"No, this is a private chat."

This conversation cannot be photographed.

Liang Songyi calmed herself down, turned sideways and faced the camera.

Do you know what he likes?

【He? Who?】

【Wen Xun.】

[My brother Xun?! ]

[Sister-in-law, are you going to buy my brother a gift for our second wedding anniversary? ]

Leung Chung-yee was ashamed.

[…No, it’s just an ordinary gift. ]

The second anniversary of our marriage...it's almost two years. But it's not an anniversary.

It is the day when the agreement ends.

[If you ask what Brother Xun likes, it must be you, sister-in-law! ]

【Hahahahaha sister-in-law, give it to yourself! 】

Liang Songyi’s eyes went dark.

Glancing at Sang Yuan who was "spying" on the side, he said, "I think you two could get to know each other."

The train of thought is the same, no one else can compare.

Sang Yuan chuckled.

"Look, this is the best gift everyone agrees on. I think you can consider it."

Liang Songyi tilted her head helplessly.

Can't consider it at all.

【Seriously.】

Cheng Lu, who was on the other side of the phone screen, scratched his head.

He was serious.

To be honest, he never understood this couple.

They are married but they are like strangers. Now they are on a dating variety show. Is this the trend now?

[Okay, let me think about it, but Brother Xun doesn't seem to have any particular favorites.]

Apart from Leung Song-yi, Wen Xun seems to be indifferent to everything.

Just like two years ago, he entered the entertainment industry despite the Wen family’s opposition, but quickly retired and went abroad.

It's like playing.

Although Wen Xun is now writing songs and composing music, he feels like Brother Xun can give up at any time.

It seemed like nothing could keep him there for long.

He was so indifferent and distant that it seemed as if nothing could really enter his eyes - except Leung Song-yee, of course.

[Sister-in-law, how about you buy a tie? ]

[Don’t girls usually buy ties as gifts for their boyfriends? Oh no, he’s your husband.]

tie……

[Okay, got it, thank you.]

[You’re welcome~ Sister-in-law, if you need anything, please call me anytime. I’m on call 24 hours a day! ]

Sang Yuan: "What do you mean? Buy it as he says?"

Liang Songyi put away her phone and said, "Well, I can't think of anything else."

Buying a tie for Wen Xun...seems like a good choice.

With a goal in mind, the two found a boutique men's clothing store and walked in.

The salesperson recognized Leung Chung-yi at a glance, and her eyes swept across the camera next to her, realizing that they were recording a show, and it happened to be the show she knew.

"Hello, Ms. Liang, what do you need?"

Liang Songyi glanced at the shelves in the store and her eyes fell on the rack of ties not far away.

The salesperson followed her gaze and immediately understood.

"You want to buy a tie, right? These are all new designer ties for this season. They are perfect for men of all ages. Recently, many ladies have come to buy ties for their boyfriends or husbands. Feel free to take a look."

"A lot of people buy it for...husbands?"

"Yes," the salesperson nodded, "ties are very practical and are a good choice as a gift. The wife ties a new tie for her husband with her own hands. Just thinking about that picture is very warm and sweet~"

Leung Chung-yee: Tie it with my own hands...

She couldn't help but make associations in her mind, but shyly pushed those unspeakable images behind her.

"You can look around as much as you want. If you need any help, just call me."

The salesperson did not always stand next to them, but stepped aside at the appropriate time to give the customers time to choose their products freely.

"Sui Sui."

Sang Yuan's voice brought her back to her wandering thoughts.

"I feel like there is no difference. They all look the same."

Sang Yuan's eyes were almost dazzled by looking at the ties of similar colors and patterns.

Liang Songyi glanced over and said, "It's different."

Each one is different—if he wears one.

She used to think that men's clothing was no different, just the same boring colors and styles.

But now, she feels a big difference.

She took out her cell phone and opened the photo album. She slid her fingertips across the screen to scroll down, then suddenly stopped and put the phone away.

"Sangsang, please help me find a photo of him. It has to be a front-facing photo."

"What do you want the photo for?"

(End of this chapter)