Chuanyang Hotel, located in the prosperous area of Beijing, is based on first-class service and excellent flavored food, and is deeply loved by all walks of life.

Xu Baiqing glanced up at the colorful signboard, and the elegant smile of the hostess at the door, he got out of the car, touched the small box in his pocket with one hand, rubbed his fingertips, and took down the cigarette in his mouth with the other hand and extinguished it.

"Young master, sir..."The driver reminded hesitantly.

Xu Baiqing raised his hand, "Don't worry, you go back, you don't have to wait." ”

"Yes."

Xu Baiqing raised his steps and walked in, heard the greeting of the service staff in his ear, and he reported the private room number that Song sent a message to him on Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Xu Shao, please come here."

Xu Baiqing nodded, watching the number on the elevator jump to six, and his mouth was a little dry for no reason.

When Song Chinese New Year's Eve entered the private room, Xu Baiqing first asked for a cup of tea.

Yu Guang watched the waiter pour water, but Xu Baiqing's attention was still drifting.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve took the initiative to ask for too little time for himself, Xu Baiqing suddenly remembered that time in the bar, it was the first time that Song Chinese New Year's Eve picked himself up and showed him the huge uneasiness inside, but that time again he let her down.

Hard and soft, romantic and direct, he has used all methods in chasing Song Chinese New Year's Eve, and even spent more time chasing her than those girls in the past combined.

But they still wander on the edge of having no substantive relationship.

Xu Baiqing suppressed a certain thought—he shouldn't have continued.

But... Some things are involuntary.

"What are you thinking?"

Xu Baiqing was stunned for a moment and looked up.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve didn't know when he leaned against the door and looked at himself, and his expression was slightly curious.

Xu Baiqing: "Huh? ”

He looked at Song Chinese New Year's Eve and swallowed his saliva.

Not because of anything else, because Song Chinese New Year's Eve actually put on makeup today, unprecedented makeup, although it is light makeup, but the important thing is -

Song Chinese New Year's Eve, unexpectedly, for this time, to meet himself, makeup!

Her skin is already white and tender, but the area around her eyes is more beautiful, the faint pearlescent eye shadow looks extremely beautiful under the illumination of the light, not only the eyes, but also the eyebrow bones are more and more beautiful, and the lips should also be on the lip gloss, Xu Baiqing doesn't know what nude is, but it looks delicate and delicate, and he can't help but fall again and again.

"Chinese New Year's Eve..." seems to be something different, but this is her.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve lowered her eyes and smiled, how the smile in her eyes could only be seen on the floor, Xu Baiqing's fascination with her reminded her of Xu Baiqing's disgusted eyes and words in her previous life.

- Do you know how ugly your face is? Didn't you throw up when you looked in the mirror?

When he said this, Song Qiaoyan stayed by the side and sneered, and the next day she came alone again, holding a needle and piercing her skin without any hands, where on her neck, it aroused a layer of goosebumps that she floated because of fear.

That time, Song was pressed in front of a huge mirror on Chinese New Year's Eve and forced to vomit for a day.

Some things are hard to look back on.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve slowly swallowed that breath, and then gracefully walked across from him and sat down.

Only then did Xu Baiqing notice that she not only wore makeup on her face, but also wore a nude pink particularly delicate embroidered cheongsam, a tweed coat on the outside, and nude pink high heels on her feet.