In this way, Song Ci was like a little daughter-in-law who was captured by a bully, and was brewed with sauce over and over again by Tang Shi...... Cough! Purity, in fact, is just a change of clothes!

Song Ci repented in his heart: Alas, when I was still in the house, I shouldn't have joined in the excitement to watch the live broadcast of the girl changing clothes, how turbulent the saliva was at that time, and how tragic the tears are now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But I have to say that the aesthetics of straight men and soft girls are really completely different, the same clothes, Song Ci felt that there was no difference between them, but Tang Shi laughed and said naïve, and then grabbed and said a bunch of things such as "This waistline is taller and thinner", "Wearing this kind of leggings and another look thinner legs" and so on.

Although he didn't understand it at all, he had to admit that most of the flesh + a smaller face + Tang Shi's aesthetic blessing made his whole person look very different from before.

"I'll take a look around the circle."

Song Ci turned around.

Tang Shi held his chin and nodded professionally: "Well, it's about the same as I expected, you look like ninety-six or seven-pound now." ”

Song Ci black line: "This is fraud." He found out that not only women with makeup can't be trusted, but also women with clothes can't be trusted...... Women are so terrible, they are born with their own disguise technique! This sister of his is especially terrifying, and her skills are estimated to have been brushed to the highest level.

"What do you say?" Tang Shi glanced at her with disgust, "This is called dressing." ”

Song Ci nodded like pounding garlic, yes, yes, you are beautiful, you are right in whatever you say.

After that, Tang Shi, who was particularly dissatisfied, also pushed her sister who was wearing new clothes to exhibit in front of her family, and after successfully winning a bunch of chins, Tang Goddess was satisfied, and Song Ci could only sigh. But it's no wonder that his previous clothes were changed and dressed like one hundred and twenty-three, and now he tosses like this, he has made a gap of thirty catties, and it's no wonder that they are dumbfounded.

"If you wear a good winter outfit, it can especially cover the meat." Tang Shi continued to "answer professionally": "As long as you lose weight before spring, absolutely no one can see the flaws." ”

“…… Sister. ”

"What?"

"You're smiling like a villain right now."

"Really?" Smile.

"I was wrong!" Song Ci decisively admitted it.

After such a toss, the time passed six o'clock unconsciously, and Song Ci realized that he seemed to have accidentally forgotten the original purpose of getting out of bed. He sat down at the computer, turned it on, and first inspected the forum, and found that more than 40,000 people had already settled in. It is conceivable that with the increase in the number of readers of "Summer Fireworks My Corpse" and "Ice Fruit", there will be more and more residents.

But now there is a problem.,That is, most of the fans settled in are fans of the "author Blue Star".,The readers on the side of the comics are still forming.,But it doesn't matter.,Time is there.,Just accumulate it slowly.。 And he also said hello to Edward, and when the next issue is serialized, he will promote this fan site in the author's message.

After the forum posted a post welcoming fans with the ID of "Blue Star", Song Ci opened the background of Qiyue and began to watch the 24-hour subscription.

At this glance, he was shocked.

At present, the collection of this book has risen to 120,000, and the first order is almost 60,000.

Nearly a one-to-two ratio, one to two!

And this matter had spread before he knew it, and not only his fans or other authors who had read it, but even the staff who had read it had been shocked. One to two! I haven't seen such a high subscription ratio for many years, and the last time I saw it, it seemed that it was when a long-established physical book god was serializing a new book on the starting page? It's incredible!

It is said that some people have already begun to study the writing of Blue Star and are preparing to follow suit. If you don't rush anything else, just rush this subscription ratio, even if the collection is 10,000, it's cost-effective!

Song Ci doesn't know what others think, for him, the higher the subscription, the more small money and ...... Being able to see the laughter of your family.

At the dinner table, he waved his hand and said quite boldly: "Find a time, invite you to dinner!" ”

"Then we're going to have to pick a good place."

"Hmm."

"Agreed!"

In the response of the masses, Song Ci rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "So...... Can I skip porridge? "He really doesn't like porridge! No matter how delicious Mama Zhang's cooking, it's the same.

"Nope." Zhang's mother "ruthlessly" rejected him, "The illness is just right, let's eat something light." By the way, your breakfast tomorrow morning is also porridge. ”

Song Ci: "......" can't live this day! T.T

Because his body was still a little weak, Song Ci didn't do anything at night, and went to bed very early after drinking the medicine.

That night, it seemed to be very windy, and it seemed to be raining in early winter.

The reason why it is said "seemingly" is because Song Ci was half-asleep and half-awake, and felt that he heard the sound of wind and rain and ...... I felt the cold air full of moisture.

Odd.

He thought in a daze, why did he feel the cold wind when the doors and windows were closed?

Delusion, right?

Because this cold wind is fleeting, it is as fast as a flashing streamer. But then, he felt as if something had brushed his bangs, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he didn't catch anything.

Song Ci muttered vaguely, rolled over, and fell asleep more deeply.

The night was dull, and he slept deeply, and in the dream he heard the wind, and the rain, and the voice of a man, and the man stood behind him, and the voice sounded familiar, but he could not remember who, and the man said to him—

"Get better quickly."

"Yikes!"

The sudden scream made Song Ci open his eyes suddenly, and in this second, he, like many people, completely forgot his dream last night. In fact, he didn't have time to pay attention to this now, but jumped up and ran to the window, pushed open the unbuckled window and looked down, only to see Zhang's mother standing at the door of the house covering her mouth.

The flowers in the garden were messed up by the raging wind last night, crooked, and red all over the ground, which made people feel distressed.

Song Ci felt a pity, but also breathed a sigh of relief, he was also worried that something was wrong, so he just accidentally called out because he was surprised.

He retracted his head and suddenly saw a flower on the windowsill outside.

Sunflower?

He reached out and picked up the rain-drenched, wilting-looking flower, and wondered, "There don't seem to be sunflowers growing in the little garden at home?" Or did it blow from someone else's garden?

"Was it so windy last night?" Song Ci said with emotion. Then, he found a vase that he didn't use, filled it with some water, and inserted the flower into it. Then he placed the vase on the desk, and after looking left and right, he brazenly boasted to himself, "What a master's work!" ”

After speaking, he was about to change his clothes, but he accidentally noticed a little watermark next to his bed, reflecting the light in the morning light.

Did he get the water to the ground last night?

The fallen flowers in the garden, the sudden sunflowers, and the water trails left by the bed, how did they make it look like a suspense movie?

Thinking of this, Song Ci couldn't help but be happy, feeling that he had probably written too many novels recently, and lo and behold, how rich his imagination has become!