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Song Yanqing was a person who didn't really like to look back, but for a few seconds, bits and pieces of her appearance in high school flashed before his eyes, and she returned to the podium to introduce herself for the first time.

I didn't take it seriously at the time.

But it seems so.

——A very good girl.

He lowered his eyes and was not in the mood to deal with the person next to him who came up to talk to him. In the end, he was so calm that he started adjusting the flowers in the antique vase. He was full of alienation and it was difficult to get close to him.

The call came more than an hour later. Song Yanqing quickly glanced at the caller ID and swiped to answer the call: "Say."

"Boss, you left us at Bo Feng Technology and left alone. How can you be so kind?"

Xia Yang's accusation came over, interspersed with other people's background sounds, "I originally wanted to go eat and drink with my dad tonight, just let us get off work..."

"where."

"The seven-star hotel on Wutong Road has been reserved by someone. I'll take you there to play!! We've been cute and cute. Please get off work, boss!!!"

Song Yanqing looked at the time: "Okay, tell them to leave."

Xia Yang was overjoyed: "Where are you? I'll drive."

"No."

"?" Cherish words like gold, right?

Song Yanqing hung up the phone. He was lazy and uninterested. The old musician asked him with a smile: "The little girl just now is from Xinrui, right? Do you want to praise her?"

He held the cigarette loosely between his fingers, cold and repelling thousands of miles away. The smoke blurred his cold brows and eyes, which was indescribably expensive. He looked at the dark green figure in the distance and smiled: "Give me some face."

Aunt Ying understood: "You kid, you are not interested in drinking."

Song Yanqing didn't say anything anymore, and waved to the waiter, asking him to change Cheng Xuran's wine to something less intoxicating.

The game ended at nearly twelve o'clock in the night. Cheng Xuran finally relaxed and said goodbye to the newcomers. The newcomers particularly admired Cheng Xuran and nodded goodbye in flattery.

Cheng Xuran walked out alone. He had drunk too much before, and maybe because he had been drinking during this period and didn't eat much, his stomach was churning and he felt like vomiting. He squatted on the ground holding the wall in discomfort.

A faint hint of cold fragrance suddenly lingered on the tip of my nose.

Like the first handful of fresh snow in the middle of winter.

The finish is high-grade, sparse and cold, which is difficult to capture.

She squatted on the ground, her eyes filled with water color, like soft and moving tears, looking up at him, her long black hair was a little messy, hanging down to the ground, and the tips of her hair showed a dark brown texture under the moonlight, reflecting the With snow-white skin, loose neckline of the evening dress, and thin and straight collarbones, he is a fallen spirit in the world, contaminated with materialistic desires.

"Can I still leave?" Song Yanqing asked.

From Cheng Xuran's perspective, his silhouette under the bright, cold white moonlight looked so clean, like a soft-hearted god.

There was her shadow in those always dark eyes.

"Am I beautiful?" Cheng Xuran asked vaguely, his voice soft and hoarse.

"Get up." Song Yanqing leaned over.

"Am I beautiful?" Cheng Xuran asked again.

"Beautiful, get in the car." Song Yanqing put out the cigarette and followed her words.

"But I feel like I'm so ugly tonight, and I don't want you to look at me."

Song Yanqing pulled her up and wiped her eyes with his fingertips. Her eye makeup was very thick, but it looked good: "No."

She was quite drunk.

She staggered to her feet and threw herself into his arms, which were filled with the scent of cedar and mint. She put her slender arms around his neck, almost no distance apart, nose to nose, wine and lust flowing in her face, it was her charming smile. (End of chapter)