pet addiction

Chapter 278 Stunning the audience
"You should tell her I'm yours."

Ruan Jiangxi smiled: "She said," still frowning, "You used to accompany her to attend."

She thought, in fact, she was not as generous as she thought, and suddenly wanted to add the string of numbers just now to the blacklist.

She pursed her lips, turned to the number, hesitated for a moment, and gave up, she was a little annoyed, she should wait until Dr. Holland was contacted before blocking.

Frowning a little more, Ruan Jiangxi was a little unhappy.

Song Ci was in a very good mood: "Are you jealous?"

Ruan Jiangxi looked up at Song Ci, pouted and nodded honestly.

Ruan Jiangxi's face is rarely shown on such a child's face. Song Ci likes her like this: "Although I like the way you mind, but I can explain." Song Ci said seriously, "Although I don't I remember why I attended such a boring party before, but I am sure that I am not accompanying her." Song Ci emphasized, "I am not familiar with her."

Ruan Jiangxi was easy to coax, and the corners of his lips curled up.

These three days, because Ruan Jiangxi was inconvenient, Song Ci was very strict with her, not letting her go out, not letting her walk around, and even wishing to let her lie down for three days.

"Jiangxi, you can't touch the water."

"Jiangxi, don't move around."

"Jiangxi, you can't eat this."

"Jiangxi, don't open the window."

Especially the next day, after Song Ci's memory was cleared, he almost regarded Ruan Jiangxi, a normal physiological phenomenon that every woman has, as a major matter.

"Jiangxi, where are you going? I'll take you there."

"Jiangxi, be good, go to bed and lie down."

"Don't hug my Jiangxi family, you have a chill on your body."

In the last sentence, Song Ci yelled at Lu Qianyang angrily, because he couldn't stand Song Ci's almost perverted control mode, so Lu Qianyang didn't come to Ruan Jiangxi for two days.

Ruan Jiangxi felt that Song Ci was making too much of a fuss.

On the third day, Song Ci searched for some recipes on the Internet and studied them all morning. At eleven o'clock, Song Ci left the kitchen and said to Ruan Jiangxi, "I'll make red dates and white fungus porridge for you today." He looked at the cupboard. A bunch of red dates and white fungus, said, "It is said on Baidu that this nourishes the blood."

Because the considerate Ruan Jiangxi felt that it was too much work for Special Assistant Qin not only to handle Xinan International's official business, but also to worry about Song Ci's private affairs, so he taught Song Ci another function of his mobile phone: Baidu.

Ruan Jiangxi didn't question Baidu, but only slightly questioned Song Ci's cooking skills: "I'll do it."

Song Ci led her to stand outside the kitchen: "This is easy, don't underestimate me."

Fortunately, red dates and white fungus are really easier.

However, Ruan Jiangxi forgot that Song Ci couldn't tell the difference between sugar and salt, and forgot to remind Song Ci that the bowls here are smaller than those at home, and you can't just put an appropriate amount of water in one bowl.

The result was a mess as expected.

Song Ci was very frustrated, a little dejected: "There are no white fungus, let the hotel deliver food today."

Regarding the matter of cooking, Song Ci did not have talent, but he was very persistent.

"it is good."

For the past three days, they had delivered food, and Ruan Jiangxi readily accepted it. When Song resigned to get lunch delivered from the hotel, Ruan Jiangxi answered a phone call.

"Whose phone number?"

Ruan Jiangxi replied: "Gu Bai."

Song Ci stopped serving soup to Ruan Jiangxi: "Hang up, come and eat."

Ruan Jiangxi hung up the phone and walked over with a serious expression: "Song Ci, something happened to your aunt."

"Yeah." Song Ci responded, not interested, and led Ruan Jiangxi to sit down, and brought her some food.

Although the relationship between Song Ci and the Song family was weak, Ruan Jiangxi could tell that Song Yingrong was very partial to Song Ci. She didn't move her chopsticks and said, "Your aunt has been reported."

"It's not the first time."

Ruan Jiangxi was speechless. Indeed, because her secretarial office was mostly young men, the number of times Song Yingrong received the most attention because of this was beyond counting on one hand.

Therefore, there are rumors in the outside world that Song Yingrong is a manly man.

"It's different this time. It's a big move. Your aunt has been suspended."

Song Ci bowed his head and focused on picking fishbone for Ruan Jiangxi: "We don't mind my own business."

Ruan Jiangxi no longer mentioned it, and ate fish obediently.She naturally knew that her family's Song Ci didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and she also naturally knew that her family's Song Ci was very weak.

Song Yingrong was flattered when he received Song Ci's call.

"It's rare, my Xiao Ci will send greetings."

Judging from Song Yingrong's cheerful tone, it must be that the life inside is not too bad, and he can still answer the phone.

Song Ci didn't beat around the bush at all: "For the sake of my Jiangxi family."

This is his own nephew, look at what he said, Song Yingrong was angry: "Song Ci, what you said hurt my heart too much, if my nephew and daughter-in-law don't speak, do you care about my life or death?"

Song Ci didn't hesitate at all: "Yes."

"..." Well, it's because she, the aunt, is being sentimental.

Song Ci was too lazy to chat and just said, "You need to find a lawyer."

Song Yingrong naturally knew what Song Ci was referring to, and his tone was very frank: "No need, I am sitting upright, and I am willing to accept the scrutiny of the general public. I believe that the eyes of the citizens are discerning, and they will never be wronged. Any good man who serves the people—”

Song Ci was too lazy to listen to Song Yingrong's nonsense: "Han Xi is Zhou Xingjin's illegitimate son. This time it is Han Xi who is behind the scenes. You follow this line to investigate."

Han Xi is Song Yingrong's special assistant secretary. As we all know, Zhou Xingjin and Song Yingrong have always been at odds, and they can't wait to destroy each other.

In this way, things will become clear.

Song Yingrong sighed: "Sure enough, the blue face is a disaster, Han Xi has no heart, he loves him for nothing, the white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with him, actually bit me back." After sighing, Song Yingrong became curious again, "I didn't find any clues, why did you It was found out so quickly."

Song Ci said concisely: "Eyeliner."

Song Yingrong thought for a while, what a powerful eyeliner, she could dig out such secrets that even she, the mayor of the city, didn't know in such a short time. It made her, the mayor, feel a sense of gap.

Song Yingrong discussed it: "Xiao Ci, you can borrow me for your eyeliner. You also know that there are always people who want to harm me and pull me off the horse. I can't sleep every night. I'm in dire straits—"

Song Ci didn't have the patience to listen to her nonsense, so he directly said a name: "Gu Bai."

Song Yingrong asked, "A lawyer to recommend to me?"

Song Ci reported a phone number and address.

Gu Bai...

Song Yingrong is no stranger to this name, and suddenly remembered the piece of warm jade she put in the study drawer, raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, and joked to the phone: "When did you become so filial? This is not your style." ah."

"That guy is too idle."

After saying this, Song Ci hung up the phone.Song Yingrong laughed, it was true that Song Ci helped her, and it was not false to find something to do for her rival.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci went back to the bedroom, Ruan Jiangxi nestled on the sofa, holding the tablet in a daze, but his eyes were red.

Song Ci walked over, raised her face, brushed her reddish eyes: "What's wrong?"

Ruan Jiangxi snuggled into Song Ci's arms: "I read the script of "Pianigen"." Sniffing, "The story is too sad, and the screenwriter is too good at deceiving tears."

She admits that she doesn't like to hurt Qiu's feelings, nor is she sentimental, but she never thought that the stories written by Lin Can are so bleak.The little girl who was heartless back then has grown up and will write about all the vicissitudes and sorrows.

Things are right and people are wrong, and she has become sympathetic to others.

Song Ci didn't want her to be sad, and threw the tablet in her hand aside: "If you don't like it, you don't have to act."

She shook her head: "No, I like it very much." She smiled with red eyes, "This kind of script is the most preferred by the audience, because the ending is not perfect." Perfect, so unforgettable."

It was clear that he was telling other people's stories, but Song Ci felt that his heart would ache for no reason.If it were him, if it was Ruan Jiangxi's ending, he would have to remember it deeply, and he would not allow it to be imperfect.

Song Ci kissed her red eyes: "In the script, it's all fake, don't take it seriously."

Ruan Jiangxi leaned his head on Song Ci's shoulder, and with a clear voice, he told other people's stories: "The time they met was July, when bellflowers were in full bloom..."

Song Ci hugged her, listening to her rambling in his ears, his voice was a little dry, and there were faint ripples of coolness in his eyes.

The story begins in the season when platycodon blooms, her name is Qingwen, and his name is Yansheng.

She is a blind girl who was thrown into the platycodon field since she was born, and he is a notorious gangster in that area. She heard from the nuns in the orphanage that Yansheng was a wild boy who had no parents or mothers. Be sure to stay away.

When Qingwen met him for the first time, she gave him the platycodon flower she painted, and he also folded a platycodon flower as a gift.

She always said, Yansheng, if I had a pair of eyes, I would definitely look at your face, but she has no eyes, so in court, no one believed her testimony, no one believed what she said, Yansheng did not kill anyone, How could the person who would give her a platycodon flower every day be a murderer?
In the end, Yansheng did not plead guilty, but he died in prison.Later, her eyes recovered, but no one accompanied her to watch the platycodon blooms.

Ruan Jiangxi's voice trembled slightly as he rubbed against Song Ci's neck: "Until Yansheng died, Qingwen never said that she loved him, but every July after his death, she put a bunch of bellflowers in front of his grave until Yansheng died. She grows old and dies."

Ruan Jiangxi turned his head to look at Song Ci, his reddish eyes were full of Song Ci's shadow: "I think Qingwen is blaming Yansheng in her heart. If I were Qingwen, I might not have the courage to use the eyes Yansheng gave me. Watch the flowers bloom every year, and die alone forever."

If it was her, Huang Quan Bi Luo, she would follow.

She thought that she was more paranoid than Qingwen. If it was her, once she fell in love, she would love to the extreme.

Song Ci vetoed: "You are not her." Song Ci looked into her eyes, "You will be very lucky, because you met me." He leaned over and hugged Ruan Jiangxi.

Ruan Jiangxi hugged Song Ci's neck and replied, "Yes, I'm very lucky." She was so lucky that she met Song Ci, even if it wasn't perfect, it was soul-stirring, enough for her to be grateful for the rest of her life.

Song Ci put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt: "Don't think about the script anymore, go to bed early, and accompany me to Yu's house tomorrow."

The birthday banquet of the Yu family, probably as Yu Jingyan said, is not a simple business dinner, a banquet for choosing a son-in-law, or a banquet for a grand family, no matter which one it is, there must be a tough battle to be fought tomorrow.

"what do I need to do?"

Song Ci lay beside her, letting her pillow on his arm: "You don't have to do anything, just stand by my side all the time and let everyone know who I am."

Who am I?Rather than who are you?Probably in Song Ci's view, between him and Ruan Jiangxi, he belongs to her.

Such a division shows the absolute status of Ruan Jiangxi.She smiled, and deliberately dragged out her tone to answer: "You are mine."

Song Ci nodded, very satisfied with her cognition: "Well, remember it all the time." Kissed her on the face, "Sleep."

The next day, the sky that had been snowing for several days suddenly cleared up, the sun was not strong, the snow melted slowly, and the temperature was still very low. Song Ci wrapped Ruan Jiangxi layer after layer before taking her out. , it was still early, Song Ci took her to eat her favorite dessert, and then went to a styling shop with a very European decoration style.

Ruan Jiangxi is no stranger to the name of Stylenanda, who is often featured on the covers of fashion magazines. Stylenanda's style and clothing have always been sought after, whether in the celebrity circle or the showbiz circle.

They were greeted by the design director of Stylenanda, a young woman. Ruan Jiangxi had seen her photos in fashion magazines. Portia, a famous figure in the fashion circle, was a mature and attractive woman. She seemed to know Song Ci. The attitude is very respectful.

"Song Shao." Portia greeted Ruan Jiangxi, "Miss Ruan." Very polite without showing distance.

Ruan Jiangxi nodded: "Hello."

Stylenanda has cooperated with Sinan International's quarterly advertisements several times. Portia has met Song Ci a few times. She came with Tang Yi before. Ruan Jiangxi was the first woman Song Ci brought into the store. It can be seen that it is rumored It's true, Miss Ruan is a member of Song Shao's family.

Politeness, temperament, figure, very! Portia silently gave a high score in her heart.

Song Ci looked at his watch: "We have an hour."

Portia asked Ruan Jiangxi: "What kind of party is it?"

"Birthday feast."

Birthday banquet? Portia did know that there was a birthday party at Yu's house tonight, and today several famous ladies came over to do styling. I am afraid that Young Master Song is going to take his women to show off.

Portia took a closer look at Ruan Jiangxi's figure and face: "Does Miss Ruan have any favorite makeup?"

Such an elegant and indifferent person, such temperament and self-cultivation, are rare even in the celebrity circle, which made Portia feel a little anxious.

But without waiting for Ruan Jiangxi to answer, Song Ci answered instead: "I want the most beautiful one."

As expected, Young Master Song took women to show off the crowd. Portia understood, smiled, and directly asked Song Ci for advice: "Then the dress?"

Song Ci thought for a while, and made a request: "Don't be too revealing."

Be beautiful, don't show off, such a standard, but Song Da, who is usually ignorant of fireworks, has a little more ambivalence that ordinary men are eager to show off and want to monopolize their women.

Portia understood, and took Ruan Jiangxi to the separate dressing room, Song Ci followed in naturally, then pulled a low stool, sat in front of the makeup mirror, next to Ruan Jiangxi, tilted his head to look at Ruan Jiangxi .

This put Portia under a lot of pressure. Facing such a face that can easily fascinate people really requires a strong psychological quality, so she suggested: "Young Master Song, there are magazines over there."

Song Ci turned a deaf ear and didn't respond at all. He continued to support his face and looked sideways at Ruan Jiangxi. His eyes could be said to be focused and hot.

For the first time, Portia, the design director, felt unable to let go.

After a few minutes, Ruan Jiangxi's base makeup was basically done. While adjusting the eye makeup color, Ruan Jiangxi turned to look at Song Ci: "Will it be boring?"

"will not."

How could it be boring, Song Ci couldn't take his eyes off at all, he just thought his home in Jiangxi was very beautiful.

Portia is a bit difficult to deal with: "Young Master Song, can you avoid it for a while."

Song Ci had no intention of leaving at all, and his tone was very bad, and he couldn't help but say, "Why should I avoid it?"

Your sight is too hot!

Portia still chooses that silence is golden.

When it got to the eyeliner, Song Ci suddenly said: "It's so beautiful."

Portia's hand trembled, and her eyeliner twisted.You know how horrifying it is to have a voice that sounds like a cello playing something that borders on showing off?

It's still the tone of a cello concerto, but the tone is obviously a few degrees lower, coldly: "You don't know how to change."

The hall-level styling design director who has been on the cover of fashion magazines for eleven times is the first time his professional level has been questioned.

Portia was ashamed: "I'm sorry, Miss Ruan." Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her posture, and she couldn't smash her golden signboard in front of the big donor of Xinan International University.

Ruan Jiangxi had a very good temper, friendly and gentle: "It's okay." Then he turned to Song Ci and said, "You go outside and wait for me."

Song Ci was unwilling: "I'm here to accompany you."

"I'm going in to change clothes."

Song Ci didn't hesitate for a moment: "I'll change it for you."

Ruan Jiangxi felt a little embarrassed, smiled apologetically at Portia, and then pushed Song Ci out of the dressing room.

Portia breathed a sigh of relief: "Young Master Song is here, it really affects my performance." Knowing that Ruan Jiangxi has a good temper, she joked, "Miss Ruan, how can you usually bear the face of Young Master Song that is disastrous to the country and the people?"

It is not an exaggeration to describe Song Ci's appearance as a disaster for the country and the people.

"Especially the eyes," Portia added. "It's a source of high-pressure cold air."

"I can't bear it either."

Ruan Jiangxi's answer was not a joke at all, it was very serious.

"and then?"

Ruan Jiangxi thought for a while: "Disarm and surrender."

Portia thinks that Song Shaojia is really a wonderful person.

Today, Stylenanda is quite busy, and the two guests who opened the door and came in are two distinguished guests from Y city's celebrity circle.

"Miss Yu, Miss Yu."

The director was away, and another male stylist in the store came to entertain him.

"Send Portia over here."

The third young lady of the Yu family has a high social status, so she was appointed by hand.

It's just that no matter how high the price is, it's not as good as the male stylist from Song Shao's family. The male stylist was about to explain, but Miss Yu interrupted: "There are distinguished customers in the shop, how can the director have time to entertain you?" Yu Jingan waved Waving, "Hey, what a coincidence."

Song Ci raised his eyes, took a look, then lowered his eyes, flipping through the magazine in his hand with some lack of interest.

To the two young ladies of the Yu family, Song Shao's reaction was too cold.

Yu Jing walked over: "It's the first time I've met you in this kind of place." He looked around calmly, but didn't see the figure of that person.

Yu Jingan had a half-smile, and took the words: "Are you here with Jiangxi?"

Song Ci was lukewarm: "Yeah."

Also, apart from Ruan Jiangxi, who else could make Song Ci condescend like this.

Yu Jingan smiled and walked into the dressing room. When passing by Song Ci, he whispered, "You'd better watch over her tonight, Yu's house, that's a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair." After finishing speaking, Say to the male stylist next to you, "Make me look pretty, I'm going to blow the crowd tonight."

The male stylist was very stressed, and felt that Yu's birthday party tonight was like a battlefield.

Yu Jing was still standing there, for a long time, she lowered her voice: "Song Ci, can you not take her there just tonight?"

Almost pleading, she has never been so low profile.I'm afraid it was expected, if Ruan Jiangxi stood beside Song Ci, she would have no way out.

"For so many years, I have never asked you." Yu Jing said every word slowly and heavily, "Just this time."

Song Ci said without hesitation, "No."

With frosty words, he turned around, leaving her back in Yu Jing's sight, staining her eye sockets red, she gritted her teeth, clenched her palms, covered in cold sweat.

Hehe, her self-esteem is nothing in Song Ci's eyes.

"I'll be fine soon, go outside and wait for me."

It was Ruan Jiangxi's voice, coming from the dressing room, urging Song Ci.

He said, "I don't feel at ease if I don't look at you."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to see others, I just want to see you."

Outside the dressing room, Yu Jing's face suddenly turned ashen, and the blood color faded from her tight lips bit by bit, until she was pale and pale.

"Why ask for it?"

Yu Jingan folded her arms, leaned against the door of another dressing room, and sighed, "The way he looks at you is the way he looks at Ruan Jiangxi." After thinking about it, she said frankly, "It's very different."

Yu Jing looked at each other coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Yu Jingan shrugged his shoulders, and said in a lazy tone, which seemed to be true and false: "Let's rein in the precipice."

"Enough!" she yelled.

All the pretentious calm and demeanor disappeared, and Yu Jing almost collapsed emotionally.

Song Ci is probably the only one who can make Yu Jing, a proud girl who values ​​pride and self-esteem more than anything else, be so embarrassed and desolate.

Yu Jingan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to her, and fell in love with a man like Song Ci so terribly.

"That's all I say, I hope you don't fall to pieces."

After saying that, Yu Jingan turned around and went into the dressing room. She seemed to be able to predict tonight, the scenery, the scenery, just wait for your body to be smashed to pieces.

At seven o'clock in the evening, outside the courtyard of Yu's house, the incense carts were parked, the wine was staggered, and the wine was fragrant. Even on a starless winter night, the banquet was still in full swing.

The Yu family held a very important position in Y City, and almost all the guests invited were famous and famous nobles in Y City. Tonight, there will be a grand celebration.

"Mayor Song."

"Lawyer Gu."

At the door of the house, a man and a woman are polite to each other, and the conversation is extremely official and commercial.

Mayor Song took off his formal attire and put on a strapless gown, adding to the flair: "What a coincidence, Lawyer Gu, I happen to be short of a male companion."

Lawyer Gu smiled wickedly and lazily: "It's a coincidence, I just happen to be short of an invitation card."

The corners of Song Yingrong's eyes twitched slightly, she was extremely charming: "It would be better to meet by chance then."

"Please."

Gu Bai stretched out his hand, Song Yingrong put his fair hand in his palm, and they entered the arena together.

I have to say that it is really random for these two to be together.

Gu Bai gave Song Yingrong a glass of champagne.

Song Yingrong shook the wine glass and took a sip: "I haven't thanked Lawyer Gu for clearing up my grievances." He raised the wine glass and brought it in front of Gu Bai.

Gu Bai touched Song Yingrong's cup: "You're welcome, my friends from Jiangxi, I should try my best."

My friend from Jiangxi...

As expected of a lawyer, the choice of words and sentences are full of mystery.

Suddenly, there was some commotion in the crowd, and there was a lot of discussion. Song Yingrong raised his eyes and smiled: "The two guys who look like angels are really dazzling."

At the door, Song Ci was bringing Ruan Jiangxi into the arena, embracing each other, without him in sight, Song Ci stared at the woman in his arms, seemed to be talking to her, bent slightly, and leaned close to her ear, with a look of Extraordinarily gentle and pampering.

This is the first time Song Yingrong has seen Ruan Jiangxi dressed up. She is wearing a white cheongsam embroidered with Sichuan embroidery, reaching to her ankles. It seems that she is afraid of the cold. She wears a white velvet shawl around the cheongsam. Her hair is coiled up, and only a few strands are randomly scattered on the ground. On the shoulders and between the hair, there are straight mahogany hairpins, with light makeup and no extra pendants.

The south of the Yangtze River is pretty, beautiful, and gentle as jade.

Song Yingrong felt that these twelve words could not be more appropriate to describe Ruan Jiangxi.On the other hand, Song Ci, as usual, in a black suit, except for his expressionless face when facing Ruan Jiangxi, with a noble and aloof arrogance that strangers should not get close to.

It's just that even so, this appearance is still shocking and beautiful.This pair, one is like water, the other is like ice, they are a perfect match,

Song Yingrongrong gave birth to a burst of pride, and said in a very proud tone: "Sure enough, our Song family has good genes."

The man beside him didn't take it seriously: "No, it's the Gu family's water and soil to support people." Gu Bai was not modest at all, "The woman here is comparable to my Jiangxi family."

This tone is simply showing off!

In terms of temperament, it is true that Ruan Jiangxi is blessed by nature, but in terms of appearance, Yu's family birthday party tonight has a lot of national beauty and beauty, Gu Bai's partiality makes it seem like he is afraid that others will not know that Ruan Jiangxi is from his Gu family, Is it necessary to protect your shortcoming like this?
Well, after Song Ci, another Ruan Jiangxi fan.

Gu Bai walked straight over, "Jiangxi." His gaze continued to ignore Song Ci who was beside Ruan Jiangxi.

Song Ci, on the other hand, was as indifferent as ever.

Ruan Jiangxi was a little surprised: "Gu Bai."

"Surprised?" Gu Bai was wearing a red suit, such a flamboyant and coquettish color, it fit him just right, a little sinister, a little sinister.

"Why are you here?" Ruan Jiangxi was puzzled, "Did the Yu family send you an invitation?"

Gu Bai joked: "There is no invitation card, I'm here to fish in troubled waters."

Ruan Jiangxi is incredible.

"I'm here to surprise you." Gu Bai said in a playful tone, "You are beautiful tonight."

Ruan Jiangxi was as serious as ever: "Don't be kidding."

Why are you kidding, surrounded by red lights, feasting and green women, who can compare to his Gu family's Jiangxi.

As for the surprise...

Gu Bai stopped joking: "Well, I'm here to support you." Gu Bai took it for granted, "I'm a member of the Gu family, so I can't be bullied outside."

Ruan Jiangxi laughed but didn't respond to Gu Bai's remarks, Song Ci said concisely: "Mind your own business."

With just this sentence, Song Ci pulled Ruan Jiangxi around Gu Bai, walking far away from Gu Bai.

Song Yingrong leaned on the dining table with the wine and smiled: "My Xiaoci is really jealous."

It's no wonder that Song Ci treats Gu Bai like an enemy, even an outsider like her can see that Gu Bai is infatuated with Ruan Jiangxi to the bone, and it's not an exaggeration to go crazy.

Gu Bai only said: "You guys from the Song family are so childish."

Which of the two men who dislike each other is not childish.

Song Yingrong picked a cherry and threw it into his mouth, and added: "That's right, the world is as black as crows."

Gu Bai laughed back: "You mean me?"

Song Yingrong immediately shook his head: "How is it possible, how can there be such a handsome crow? At least you are also a phoenix."

Gu Bai raised the wine glass in his hand, made a gesture of clinking glasses, and said, "You are very discerning."

Gu Bai is so narcissistic.

Song Yingrong was very modest, waved his hands and said, "It's so-so." Putting down the wine glass, walked over, and leaned on the wine table next to Gu Bai, "Mr. Fenghuang, do you have a girlfriend?"

This time, Song Yingrong was clearly seven-point playful and three-point curious.

Gu Bai shook the champagne in his hand, took a sip slightly: "No."

Song Yingrong asked: "What about the boyfriend?"

Gu Bai almost choked on a sip of wine, and looked at the female mayor very probingly: "I take back what I said just now that I praised you for being very discerning."

"Since there is no boyfriend or girlfriend, can I ask you to dance later?"

For a long time, Gu Bai didn't speak, his eyes fell elsewhere.

Song Yingrong didn't wait for Gu Bai's answer, all his attention was given to Ruan Jiangxi, over there, Song Ci had already carried Ruan Jiangxi into the brightest light, and into everyone's sight.

Song Ci, as well as Song Ci's woman, are undoubtedly the most eye-catching existence tonight.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of criticism, not daring to be blatant, [-] to [-] percent whispered and listened carefully, the protagonists being talked about were exactly the couple under the diamond lamp.

"Who is that woman next to Young Master Song?"

"It's the one that turned Ming's family upside down a few days ago. Young Master Song took great care of him. I heard that Shaohui just made fun of him and annoyed Song Ci. He's still locked up in the military education center."

"That's her, I heard she's a young actress." The woman's tone was very sour, "That's the way she looks, porridge and side dishes."

These words caused the female companions around to cover their mouths and chuckle.

"It's just that, with Song Ci's family background, what kind of woman do you want, and you actually found such an unworthy actor."

"Didn't Young Master Song bring her here to slap Yu Jia in the face? Mr. Yu wants to choose a son-in-law for Yu Jing. Who in Y City doesn't know that only Young Master Song can win the eyes of the third lady in the family."

"Who says no, it's just that this woman is far worse than Yu Jing, so she is not worthy of Song Shao's identity."

"Look, not everyone can enter the gate of the Song family."

As they spoke, the women watched the commotion over there, and the farce of the wealthy families flying up the branches.

"Boom!"

The wine glass was buckled and fell on the table, causing the wine to splash. Song Qianxiu blushed: "What is she, you brought her here."

Song Ci stood facing each other, looking down slightly because of his height: "You are not qualified to point fingers at her yet."

Song Qianxiu was furious, leaning on crutches, trembling: "Song Ci, don't forget, your surname is Song!"

Song Ci said in an indifferent tone, "I forgot about it two days ago."

"You—" Song Qianxiu trembled with anger, and was about to fall backwards.

"Dad!" Song Xidong, the second son of Song Qianxiu, stepped forward to support him. Since the couple are both diplomats, the family lives abroad and rarely returns home. He said to Song Ci with a calm face, "Song Ci, please don't say a few words."

"who are you?"

"..." Song Xidong choked for a moment.

Ruan Jiangxi had a slight impression. In the character relationship diagram prepared by Special Assistant Qin, there was very little ink on the Song family. She reminded Song Ci: "It's your second uncle."

"do not know."

"..."

Song Xidong didn't know what to say anymore, although he immigrated abroad when Song Ci was 16 years old, but he still had a family with a surname.

Song Ci had no interest in the people and affairs of the Song family, so he asked Ruan Jiangxi, "Do you want to eat something?"

Before Ruan Jiangxi could answer, Song Ci led her away from this noisy place. He felt that it would be more reassuring to let his woman stay away from the Song family.

Song Qianxiu was so angry that his face turned pale: "You, you—"

"You" for a long time, speechless choked, as if stuck in the throat, the neck is suffocated red.

Song Xidong stepped forward to cheer him up: "Dad, Song Ci's temper cannot be forced. He has always been indifferent. This time, this woman didn't know how playful she was. Don't be impatient. Song Ci is not an emotional person." .”

"Indifferent?" Song Qianxiu snorted heavily, with hatred in his eyes, "He is only indifferent to the Song family, just like his father!"

Song Qianxiu was furious and walked away on crutches.

Song Xidong was very helpless, turned his head, and saw Tang Wan's face was ugly, a little embarrassed: "Siblings, don't mind, the old man has been stubborn for decades."

"Song Ci is not like his father."

Logan said something, the meaning was unclear, and left.

Song Xidong could only sigh, the Song family broke up 15 years ago, and now there is only a pool of rancid stagnant water left.

"Song Ci is really not like his father." Song Xidong's wife came over with a sad tone, "He is much more ruthless than his father, his father at most abandoned the Song family, Song Ci, I am afraid that even if the Song family is destroyed, they will not blink Take a look."

Song Xidong laughed, unable to refute.

"Xidong, do you think that woman's eyes are very similar to the daughter of the Ye family when she was a child?"

"It's very similar."

The couple smiled at each other.

Going around, some people, some things, have long been doomed and cannot be avoided, just like...fate.

The red lights, the feasting, the drinking and drinking, this place facing Yu's swimming pool is quiet, it seems isolated and out of place.

Ruan Jiangxi was content, Song resigned to find food for her, so she waited by the pool and kicked the stones under her feet into the pool.

"Ruan Jiangxi."

Ruan Jiangxi turned her head back, in the dim light, she couldn't see the woman's appearance very clearly, she walked out of the darkness slowly, and then she saw clearly, her face was familiar, Ruan Jiangxi had a vague impression.

The woman was very beautiful, wearing a goose-yellow veil skirt of a beautiful lady, knee length, revealing slender white legs, approaching the pool: "Don't you feel inferior?"

When he opened his mouth, he was a little mean, um, a little savage.

Ruan Jiangxi remembered that she had seen this woman in Yupin.

"Why should I feel inferior?"

Ruan Jiangxi was neither angry nor angry, so calm and calm, Ding Xiaohui felt more and more annoying, and Yupin's displeasure before, he disliked Ruan Jiangxi very much, and his tone was full of contempt: "There are too many glamorous things in this circle that you have never seen before. She snorted contemptuously, and raised her delicate chin, "You can't climb high, you will fall badly."

"As you said, this circle is glamorous, it's just you," Ruan Jiangxi paused for a moment, "it's too uneducated."

The words and tone were clearly contemptuous, but there was no disrespect in the slightest, as if they were just statements.

In contrast, Ding Xiaohui completely lost her morality and bearing, and became angry from embarrassment, pointing at Ruan Jiangxi: "You—"

"Miss Ding, didn't your etiquette teacher tell you? In Western etiquette, it is very impolite and degrading behavior to point at people."

(End of this chapter)