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Song...bit?
Song Huanxi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize, bit, bit... Beauty!

When she grows up to this age, she is often praised for being smart and having good grades. She knows she is beautiful, but she is rarely praised in person.

For a moment, he was at a loss and looked at Guo Yunchen with his eyes wide open, his cheeks turned red little by little.

Guo Yunchen saw her nervousness, the corners of his lips curled up, he winked and said with a smile, "Now you know how I feel every time you call me Guo Hansang!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Suddenly no tension!
The girl laughed: "Alright, this is the first time I've been nicknamed Guo Hansang!"

Guo Yunchen laughed loudly: "Then you have to get used to it early, Songbite."

The two looked at each other and smiled, all smiling.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Guo Yunchen asked while the iron was hot: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Song Huanxi was startled, then shook his head: "I have an appointment."

Guo Yunchen was stunned for a moment, and there was a little regret in his expression: "Is that so—"

Tomorrow, the new Governor of Hong Kong will host a banquet for celebrities from all walks of life in Hong Kong City for the first time. The Guo family attaches great importance to it. The uncle will personally lead the team and lead a group of young children to go.

The uncle has only one requirement for them: Bring your own female companion!

Guo Yunchen immediately thought of Song Huanxi, and today he deliberately took time off to come to Chiji to meet the beauty.

Unexpectedly, the beauty has already made an appointment.

Song Huanxi also had some regrets, although she didn't know what Guo Yunchen asked her to do, she was inexplicably looking forward to it.

Song Huanxi tentatively asked, "How about next time?"

Guo Yunchen was stunned, and a sunny smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the haze was swept away, and he responded happily: "Okay!"

So, the two of them laughed together again.

Song Huanxi felt very strange. When he was with Guo Yunchen, he seemed to do nothing. He laughed and she laughed too, so he was very happy.

The two said goodbye softly, watching the black car drive away, Song Huanxi walked towards home in a good mood.

Just after passing a street, the street lights suddenly went out, and there was a familiar darkness in front of him. In the darkness, a light flickered on the swallow's head, like a lighthouse, clearly guiding Song Huanxi's direction.

Song Huanxi couldn't help speeding up his pace, and soon came to the tall man in the dark. Lu Xingbang had already extinguished his cigarette, and he pinned the remaining half of the cigarette to his ear.

Seeing Song Huanxi, Lu Xingbang joked: "Mr. Xiao really exhausted all his efforts for the new book today!"

"The speed of reading newspapers is much faster than usual!"

Song Huanxi blinked and laughed a few times: "That's because "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword" is really well written!"

Lu Xingbang nodded and smiled: "I don't deny this, it can be said that it surpasses all the books before No Wine No Joy."

While talking, the two walked towards Song Huanxi's home in the dark.

Song Huanxi laughed and said, "I originally thought that the most beautiful woman in the world was the heroine, but it turned out not to be."

Lu Xingbang raised his eyebrows: "Have you noticed that these people who write novels have their own habits, the habit of drinking and having fun, that is, the heroine is never the first to appear on stage."

"For example, Mei Yinxue in "Huahualing", or today's number one beauty in Jianghu."

Song Huanxi nodded with deep sympathy, and suddenly thought, if there is no wine, good wine, coffee, and Mr. Liang, get together and write a short story of a few hundred words, read it, and then let the audience guess Whose work must be very interesting.

Song Huanxi and Lu Xingbang had nothing to say, and immediately expressed their thoughts. Lu Xingbang's eyes lit up: "Okay! This is a good idea!"

The two seriously studied how to bring these three people together. Song Huanxi suggested food temptation, and Lu Xingbang said that it is better to come directly to the door to invite him. Song Huanxi immediately objected: Since ancient times, literati have a big temper, and the melons that are twisted are not sweet!
If it makes them angry, maybe the male and female protagonists will be written to death together.

Song Huanxi also gave an example, a gentleman surnamed Long is also a frequent visitor to newspaper serials, but this gentleman is easy to write at the beginning, but the middle is weak, and the ending is always hasty. In the last novel, a comet was directly arranged to hit the earth. The Lord was killed by a coincidence!
Half an hour's journey passed in the eager discussion between the two.

Seeing that not far ahead was her own residential building, Song Huanxi finally remembered that she was going to miss the appointment, and she said embarrassedly: "Mr. Lu, I'm afraid the movie tomorrow night will be cancelled."

But Lu Xingbang laughed: "What a coincidence, I just wanted to say this, I have something to do tomorrow night, why don't we reschedule?"

Song Huanxi was startled, and immediately realized that this must be what Mr. Lu said on purpose because he was afraid that she would feel guilty!
Song Huanxi's affection for Lu Xingbang involuntarily deepened.

In fact, this was a beautiful misunderstanding, Lu Xingbang really had something to do: the fourth master came to the door in person and asked him to accompany the new governor to attend the dinner.

He didn't want to go, and he couldn't quit. Fortunately, he heard that the Governor's dinner is usually in the form of a buffet.

Lu Xingbang has already made up his mind, after he goes there, he will bring a big plate of food and hide in a corner where no one is around!
Watching the girl's slender figure disappear at the entrance of the corridor, Lu Xingbang touched his chin and turned around, thinking seriously——

Can't you send a few strong men and invite these good novel writers to write new plots for him every day?
There are a few newspaper supplements every day, and there are too few!
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When Song Huanxi returned home, Song Huanyun hadn't slept yet. She was busy alone, doing finishing work - tomorrow weekend is another day before the cinema.

In the past month, every weekend, the sisters and the two went to sell snacks at the entrance of the theater together, pursuing a method of small profits but high sales, and they could sell more than 20 yuan in a day.

You must know that a female worker in a factory now works for ten hours, and only ten yuan a day.

Song Huanyun even plans to drop out of school and go home to sell snacks. Her reasons are very good: what's the use of going to school?Still have to spend money!
Song Huanxi didn't refute her, and directly analyzed it for her: now she makes money because she only goes every weekend, how can so many people go to the movies in normal times!
Successfully dispelled Song Huanyun's bad idea of ​​dropping out of school.

Song Huanxi saw that Song Huanyun was already yawning, and Wen Zai, who was sitting on the small bench next to her, had a small head that was bit by bit, half asleep and half awake, she hurriedly said: "I will do the rest, you go to sleep!"

Song Huanyun yawned: "There's only a little left, go to bed when you're done."

Song Huanxi washed his hands, came to help, and poured the Bozai cakes out of the mold one by one. During this process, the hands must be light, otherwise it will not be easy to sell if the corners are knocked off.

Originally, I wanted to arrange Wen Ruian's four famous arrests, but I checked the information and found that Mr. Wen is only eight or nine years old, and he still has a runny nose!