When Qin Xiaoqi heard Gu Pei's words, he let go of Song Xingran, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and looked at him.

"Gu San'er, why are you everywhere?"

Gu Pei is the third eldest in the Gu family in Nancheng, with two older sisters, who are spoiled by the family and lawless on weekdays.

"Little Star is back, I can't come and see it."

Gu Pei sat on the sofa like an uncle.

Qin Xiaoqi snorted coldly, and the two began to quarrel again.

Song Xingran didn't care about them, walked into the crowd and sat down.

The people who came were all friends from the past, and they had been in touch for four years, so I didn't feel unfamiliar.

Song Xingran looked at Zhuang Minghe, who likes to sit in the corner, as the most promising gold medal composer in the entertainment industry today, his personality is a little eccentric.

is low-key, always very silent when partying, like an old cadre, never drunk.

But as soon as the inspiration came, it was as if he had changed a person, nagging and breaking thoughts, and no one could stop him.

"The song you wrote for me before has already been recorded, and it should be out this week."

Song Xingran stood in front of him and said slowly.

Zhuang Minghe raised his eyes, put down the teacup in his hand, nodded, and then said, "Do you really plan to be a faceless Internet singer all the time?" ”

Song Xingran smiled, and there was a little starlight in those charming and beautiful eyes, a little more naughty.

"It's really hard to say, maybe one day I'll go to acting."

Song Xingran is indeed just a well-known Internet singer now, who has posted a few songs and has hundreds of thousands of fans.

But since she plans to return to China this time, she has her own ideas.

Hearing that she was going to act, Zhuang Minghe's brows moved, and he was about to speak.

But the door of the private room was opened, and a young man who looked like a waiter walked in.

Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, after his eyes circled around the private room, he asked very respectfully: "Excuse me, which one is Miss Song Xingran?" ”

Hearing Song Xingran's name, Gu Pei was the first to coax: "Yo, the charm of the little star is still so great, someone sent flowers as soon as he returned to China, tsk......t"

Song Xingran walked to the front, glanced at him and said, "What?" Are you envious? ”

Gu Pei spread his hands and said, "There are more people chasing me, I am envious." ”

Song Xingran ignored him and said to the waiter: "I am Song Xingran, this flower ......"

The waiter handed the words in his hand to Song Xingran: "This was given by a gentleman, and he didn't leave his name, but he said that it must be handed over to you." ”

Mr?

Song Xingran lowered his eyes and looked at the flower in his hand.

If you look closely, among the many roses, there is a branch of violet.

Her eyes froze, staring at the violet, her body stiffening slightly.

Violets represent loyal and eternal love, and this one, she is all too familiar, is Winter Violet.

The language of flowers is: possession.

Just when Song Xingran was stunned, the waiter handed over a small box.

"Miss Song, this is also a gift from that gentleman, please accept it."

Song Xing took the box and opened it.

Inside lies a delicate chain.

The workmanship is exquisite, with a star strung on the chain, which is set with sapphires.

Qin Xiaoqi stepped forward, widened his eyes and said, "Wow! What a beautiful bracelet. ”

Song Xingran stared at the things inside, only feeling as if his heart was choked by something.

Stand still, unable to move.

Qin Xiaoqi was wrong, this is an anklet.

She was familiar with it, because she knew that he had sent it.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.