Life With You

Song Xi coaxed for a long time before persuading Han Chunmeng not to go to the boss selling boiled eggs. Han Chunmeng went out to find a place to wash her hair with a head of egg liquid. Song Xi cleaned up the mess, and suddenly thought of the one she gave Ding Huiqin at the elevator entrance. , And quickly called Ding Huiqin.

"Director Ding, have you eaten the eggs?"

Ding Huiqin said, "I just finished eating, what happened?"

When Song Xi heard the words, the conversation changed: "I have more here, do you want it?"

Ding Huiqin said: "No, you eat it yourself, I have all breakfast."

After a few words of greeting, Song Xi hung up the phone and glanced at the three eggs left in the bag. She took them out and knocked them all over, and found that they were all cooked. This fully proved that George Sheng is not good at cooking.

There was no one in the room, Song Xi didn't say anything, so he took out his mobile phone and called George Sheng. After the phone rang a few times, George Sheng connected: "Hello?"

Song Xi is straightforward: "Did you deliberately?"

George Sheng's voice remained unchanged: "What deliberately?"

Song Xi said, "Don't pretend, there is a raw egg in the bag you gave me this morning!"

George Shengyun said lightly: "The eggs are all the same, they may be misplaced."

His tone was not without joking, Song Xi frowned: "Is it not too late to take revenge with you for ten years?"

George Sheng groaned softly and sweetly: "Soldiers never tire of deceit."

Song Xi was so angry that he laughed: "Okay."

He is really good, petty, grudge, scheming boy, the king of routines, she was careless.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi was wondering how to fix George Sheng at night, and George Sheng was in a good mood this small day. In the morning Yuan Bao went to Cuicheng Mountain to pick him up. He saw the wounds in his eyes, and his eyes were unexpected: " Why is it hurt?"

George Sheng didn't change his face: "The cat is scratching."

Yuan Bao looked suspiciously: "When did you fall in love with Funny Cat?"

George Sheng bent down and got into the car, his thin lips opened: "The cat takes the initiative."

Yuan Bao wondered whether it was a cat or Song Xi, closed the door, and walked around to the driver's seat. No matter who it was, he was certain that he would dare to break the ground on George Sheng, and it would make him calm and accept it. He was definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe It's not a normal cat, but cats are also stigmatizing people, so in the final analysis, Song Xi has the ability.

For lunch, George Sheng ate with his family. Although he was a junior, he was of high status. So he went to his uncles and elders to his brothers and sisters. Everyone called to congratulate him and gave gifts.

Busy until 6 o’clock in the evening, George Sheng came to the forbidden city as scheduled. Chang Jingle sent him the room number earlier. George Sheng took the elevator upstairs and came to the door of the private room. He pushed the door directly in. There was no light in the room, and he reached out. He couldn't see his fingers, but there was no obstacle to him. He looked around, no one in the room, only the front right of the stage, pulling the curtain.

The familiar voice came through the microphone, which was Chang Jingle's movement: "Now, please enjoy "Night Shanghai" brought by Miss Minmin, a popular Shanghai singer.

The voice fell, and the curtain slowly opened to both sides, revealing the small stage behind. In the middle of the stage, Huo Jiamin dressed up as an old Shanghai song and dance hall star, **** little dress, hair band, wave curls, and even the makeup was from that era. style.

She was standing in the center of the stage, behind a group of dancers in exactly the same clothes and masks.

With the sound of music and the brisk drunken fans, Huo Jiamin held the microphone, and the soundtrack line sang in all aspects: "Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you are a city that never sleeps; the lights come on, the car sounds, singing and dancing rise."

The lights on the stage brightened the entire private room. George Sheng sat on the sofa, with the corners of his lips curled up, and his eyes were jokes. He didn't expect it at all, but he didn't reject it.

The dancers are all local public relations in the forbidden city, each with white, beautiful and long legs, and a beautiful body with vivid and scented eyes. The vision alone is a feast.

George Shengquan was watching the performance. After listening to a song, all the public relations filed out. Huo Jiamin still stood on the stage, smiling sweetly, and deliberately squeezed his voice and said: "Today is Mr. Joe's twenty-seventh birthday, I On behalf of all Paramount employees, I would like to extend my cordial greetings to you and wish you a happy birthday."

The corners of George Sheng's lips became larger, and his eyes were also speechless.

"Next, please ask our staff to push the cake up."

After Huo Jiamin finished speaking, the door of the separate compartment in the private room opened. The first thing that appeared from the inside was a cart with a seven-layer cake over one meter high. The person in the cart was wearing a plaid shirt and overalls. The typical old Shanghai rich man's elder brother dress, the man wears a mask on his face, George Sheng really didn't see who it was for a while.

The key is that the dresses of the next few people are all ‘weird’.

One was wearing a tunic suit, another was wearing a black and white police uniform, and another was wearing a dark blue student uniform.

Someone was singing a birthday song, but it was not a man's voice. Apart from Huo Jiamin on the stage, there was clearly a female voice. He fixed his eyes and slowly walked out behind the three men.

Dark red high-heeled shoes, slender calves, a cheongsam skirt halfway up to the thigh, and a willow waist that does not hold a full grip. Because the cheongsam is ironed, the good figure of the person is drawn vividly and more vividly. Protruding backward.

Although the woman also wore a mask on her face, George Sheng still recognized it at a glance, Song Xi.

His gaze fell on her uncontrollably, watching her walking along, wearing a burgundy velvet cheongsam, a high collar standing at the chin, and a delicate buckle extending diagonally from the neckline, she was still in her left hand. A red agate ring was worn on the index finger.

With so many people there, George Sheng knew he shouldn't have been staring at Song Xi, but he just couldn't look away, as if he was hooked.

It took at least five seconds for George Sheng to force himself to calm down. The cake cart has been pushed in front of him, and the man in overalls pressed his voice and said, "Sixth, happy birthday."

As soon as this voice came out, George Sheng immediately heard Chang Jingle, and Huo Jiamin stepped down from the stage, and Song Xi couldn't hold back his joy.

George Sheng's thin lips opened: "I can recognize it when it turns to dust, and I took off the mask."

Hearing that, everyone took off their masks one after another. The one in the tunic suit was Ruan Boyan, the one in the police uniform was Tong Hao, and the one in the dark blue student suit was naturally Yuanbao.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi without a trace. Song Xi took off the mask and put on makeup on her face behind the mask. The makeup itself was not strong. She just applied the primer and brushed her eyelashes, but her facial features were touching, plus Put on big red lips, look more and more charming.

Almost, just so close, George Sheng almost blurted out, isn't she running out of time?

Even at this time, he knew that she was deliberate, but he still felt uncomfortable. It was not a surprise, but he was extremely excited.

It is always good that she can come.

Song Xi also looked at George Sheng and smiled at him. At this moment, George Sheng felt like scratching his heart with hundreds of claws. Thousands of feathers swept across his body at the same time. He finally understood that a woman is not an adjective, but Is a verb.