She opened the gift box, and inside, it was a white gown, and on the top of the dress was a note, also handwritten, "Sorry, I broke your dress that day." [Draw a smiley face] This one should be more suitable for you. ”

Familiar handwriting, there is no suspense, it is really him, Song Qingge's hand trembled slightly, and his throat was a little choked.

Teng, she closed the gift box.

She was bitter in her heart.

When he choked her neck that day, the angry look was like strangling her. Later, he left and was never heard from again, and she thought that they were all over it. But I never thought about it......

Song Qingge has a little headache, is it interesting to be entangled like this?

She was hungry, but looking at the steak and red wine, it was tasteless.

Let's nibble on apples!

She took out the small gift box from her bag, opened it and took out the apples, and was about to look for a fruit knife to peel them, when she saw a row of words printed on the apples, "MerryChristmasEve!" , in the back, is painted with a smiley face.

She opened the dress box again and pulled out the note. The smiling faces on the apples and on the sticky notes are hand-drawn, and they are ...... Amazing consistency.

Song Qingge frowned, trying to remember the Santa Claus in the noodle shop, the height, the movement of the hands, and the looming eyes...... Her heart tightened, yes, it should be him!

She had rejected him like that, so why did he bother?

However, women are always emotional, and at this moment, her heart is a little more inexplicably moved. Thinking that he was somewhere in the capital, she felt a little affection in her heart, and looking at the hearty steak, it seemed that she was not disgusted.

Again, since he sent it, and she happened to be hungry again, what reason did she have to refuse? Why did she refuse the food that was brought to her mouth?

She wanted to steal a moment of pleasure, so she changed into the dress he had given, white shoulders, sleeveless, and a fishtail that dragged the ground underneath, which set off her slender figure in a different way, she sat down at the table, and began to eat steak, the cork of the red wine had already been unscrewed, she poured half a glass of wine, and lowered her head to sip it...... The wine enters the throat, and it is all in one gulp, and the throat is slightly cold.

Such a good wine, don't waste it, she took a sip after sip, and then, her face was slightly smoky, her eyes were slightly red, she was a little drunk, raised her wine glass, and whispered: "MerryChristmas Eve!" paused slightly, her lips trembled slightly, low as a mosquito voice, "Fengcheng, Happy Christmas Eve!"

Maybe her heart is too heavy, or maybe she is drinking on an empty stomach, a bottle of wine has not been drunk, she is already very drunk, lying on the table with her eyes closed and pretending to sleep. I don't know how long it took, the ringing of the mobile phone woke her up, and she didn't even open her eyes, so she took out the phone from her bag, "Hey?"

"Light song, happy Christmas Eve!" is Xu Wan.

Song Qingge stared at each other, "Hmm." ”

"What are you doing?" Xu Wan was preparing to shoot a night scene, sitting on the stone by the theater.

"Xiaowan, tell you something," Song Qingge was not lightly drunk, and when she spoke, her tongue was knotted.

"Drunk again?" Xu Wan heard her stammering and frowned: "Qingge, where are you?"

Song Qingge was still lying on the table, slurred speech, "Xiaowan, he said......" She burped again, "He wants to ...... Remarry me. ”

Xu Wan frowned, not hearing clearly, "Qingge, what are you talking about?"

"He's going to remarry me. Song Qingge smirked, drunk and drunk, "You said I promised him, okay?"

Fireworks were being set off in the scene where Xiao Wan was filming, and the explosion of the fireworks in the air came, and Xiao Wan didn't hear what she was saying clearly, "What did you say?"

Belch!

Song Qingge burped again and frowned.

"Qingge, how much wine have you drunk," Xiao Wan frowned when she heard the sound of wine belching, "It's going to play tomorrow night, are you still drinking?" ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingsheng stood up on the dining table, she was so drunk that she panicked, so she staggered and walked to the balcony to breathe.

She leaned on the balcony railing and looked up at the sky, there was not a single star in the sky, it was gray. The capital at night, and Christmas Eve, is naturally very lively, the streets are bright with neon, cars and people, and fireworks blooming in the distance, a lively scene.

She was dizzy, leaning on the railing and closing her eyes to recuperate, but the figure of the big boss entered her thoughts without warning, and no matter how much she rushed, she couldn't get out.

She opened her eyes slightly annoyed, but she saw a long figure on the balcony next door, her eyes were a little sluggish, she really thought about it, her eyes saw it, she smiled bitterly, her lips trembled slightly, and blurted out: "Happy Christmas Eve!"

I saw the long figure looking at her, and after a long time, he whispered, "Light song, happy Christmas Eve!"

Song Qingge burped and patted her head in annoyance, oh my God, not only did she have problems with her vision, but also her hearing. She opened her eyes again, only to find that the figure on the balcony next door was becoming clearer and clearer.

She must have been dazzled.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously and looked again.

The big boss was on the balcony two meters away from her, and his eyes were burning at her.

Time was still in this scene, Song Qingge's brain had a moment of fragmentation, she shook her head in a daze, and muttered to herself, "Hallucination, it must be an illusion." "How much does she love that man, how much does she miss that man, so that such a real picture will appear?

Seeing her shaking her head helplessly after being drunk, and kept talking to herself, the big boss was distressed and frowned, "Light song!"

Song Qingge was slightly stunned, leaning on the railing, looking up at him, his heart stagnated for a moment.

The big boss saw that she was wearing the white dress he gave her, outlining the curves of her body beautifully, his heart pounded, and a shallow smile escaped from his lips, "Qingge, you are so beautiful tonight." ”

Song Qingge blushed, her mind was a little messy, panicked, a little nervous, and reached out to pull a trace of messy hair on her forehead behind her ear.

He suddenly reached out to her.

Looking at his big palm, she was at a loss and put her hands behind her back.

The big boss frowned, smiled self-deprecatingly, withdrew his hand in disappointment, looked at her appearance, and drank a lot of wine, "Drink less." ”

Her eyes looked into the distance, her mind was dizzy, she heard his words, tilted her head, looked at him, and her speech was a little slurred, "Who told you to send me a big bottle......"

The big boss couldn't help laughing, "Then you don't have to drink it all." "Her amount of wine is too bad, a bottle of wine is like this.

"You can't waste it!" she burped again as she spoke.

He looked at her quietly, watching the wind blowing through her hair, seeing her shivering in the cold wind in her dress, seeing her sneezing when she was drunk, his eyebrows tightened, "It's too cold outside, let's go in." ”

"Oh!" she was really drunk, her mind was in a mess, and after listening to him speak, she stumbled into the room.