"Baby!" An extremely comical cry sounded, and everyone looked up in the direction of the door.

Su Qi, who had disappeared for a few days, was wearing a torn denim vest, a pair of black leather pants, short hair, and a few handfuls of blue hair fluttering in the wind.

Full of heroism and charming, it's just that those eyes are red, holding a packing box in his hand, faintly revealing some green.

"What's wrong?" Song Qing looked at Su Qi's appearance, his heart tightened, he was a little worried, and stepped forward.

But Su Qi was faster than Song Qing, walking towards her, and wiped the corner of his eye with his free hand halfway. It's a bit pitiful.

She pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from her vest pocket.

Tear it open with his mouth, hand it to Song Qing, and then open the packing box tremblingly.

Inside is a box of bitter melon.

"Qingqing, you taste, you taste, is it sweet." Su Qi is like a child begging for candy, with tears in his eyes and a red nose, how can he look like a dancing king.

Song Qing looked at the bitter gourd, had a conjecture in his heart, picked up the chopsticks, and clamped a piece.

It's cold, but still, you can taste the sweetness.

Her sister Su Qi seems to have found the man who can make bitter gourd sweet in her memory.

"It's so sweet." Song Qing was suffocated in his heart, and opened his mouth with some difficulty.

Finally, she was able to see the moon. Finally, there is a person who can have happiness.

Su got the answer, her hands trembled even more, her red lips were shaking, and there was a halo of eyeliner on the side of her eyes, looking a little embarrassed.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Qingqing."

Song Qing gave Su Qi a big hug, just like when Su Qi's sister protected her when she went on a mission for the first time.

She said, "Congratulations. ”

"I'm going to sleep with him, I'm going to sleep with him!" Su Qi was even more excited than winning the crown of the king of dance, tiptoeing, jumping and jumping, very excited.

Then Su Qi wiped the corners of his eyes, and made such a declaration as if he was angry.

"Okay, be quick." Song Qing responded and squeezed Su Qi's cold hand.

Hao Yu was on the side, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, this girl, her favorite friend really didn't go offline.

"You're Su Qi?! That European dance king Su Qi? An Jingjing saw Su Qi and shouted excitedly.

"Uh-huh." Su Qi nodded.

"I actually saw Su Qi alive!" An Jingjing was shocked, Su Qi was her idol, she just won the crown of the king of dances last month, and was called "the world's first jazz".

"Can you sign me!" An Jingjing was very excited.

"Of course." Su Qi returned to her usual appearance, brushed her short hair, and was full of wildness.

An Jingjing took out a small notebook from her small bag, and Su Qi wrote her name in a chic manner. An Jingjing pulled Su Qi and chatted for a long time, and the two hit it off at first sight.

Bai Jing, Ye Ruzheng, and Li Yanqin chatted about the future trend of the imperial capital's business, and the words were all inseparable from the Lu family and Song Qing.

An Zhen saw her sister's heartless appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what kind of blessing is this stupid girl? can make friends with such a great character as Song Qing.

Thinking of his poor sister, and looking at Bai Jing, who was always patrolling around An Jingjing, An Zhen sighed three times.

Song Qing held Ning Nian'an's little hand, and on the right was Hao Yu, Hao Yu pursed his lips, looking very unhappy.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, Uncle Hao?" Ning Nianan is very happy today, and rarely has to take the initiative to relate to others.

"Call me brother." Hao Yu is serious, faceless and skinless.

Ning Nian'an's face was like eating, and it was hard to say.

Hao Yu picked at the corner of his eyes, and seemed to think that maybe something might not be good, and pointed at Song Qing.

"It's Aunt Song."

Song Qing had a cold face, as if he had eaten, and it was difficult to say anything.

Hao Yu looked at this big and small, and he was like eating, and he couldn't say anything.

What should I do if my girlfriend is eight years younger than me?

Song Qing didn't want to deal with this, she was just an adult, but she asked Ning Nianan to call her aunt a boyfriend.

Take Nian An to see the music fountain.

Ning Nian'an's round eyes were small, and he looked at the band in the center of the stage through the music fountain.

"Do you like it?" Song Qing asked.

"Uh-huh!" Ning Nian'an's eyes were shining and he nodded.

Song Qing lowered his head, looked at his toes, his brows tightened, suddenly let go, took a breath, lifted his skirt, and walked towards the center. Song Qing lowered his head and said something to the lead singer, the lead singer looked unhappy, and gave Song Qing a few rolls. Song Qing didn't mind at all, waiting for the band members to stand on the side and pick up a guitar that had been left out in the cold.

I found a comfortable stool and sat down, my feet bent slightly, and my slender fingers plucked the strings. It was as if the whole world was left with only the girl and the guitar in her hand.

The lead singer of the band on the side had a cold face, but gradually became dumbfounded.

This girl is hidden deeply!

Ning Nian'an is obsessed with a small face, my sister is so good-looking, my sister is so good-looking.

Hao Yu put his hands in his pockets, standing under the musical fountain, looking at the girl's radiant appearance, so gentle and beautiful, this is his girl.

Everyone also stopped talking, and looked at the beautiful figure behind the fountain, and they all sighed. Su Qi's electric eyes flashed with many unknown feelings, both melancholy and gratification.

Feelings can really change a person. The gun king Mao Mao was finally willing to pluck the strings with the hands that shot in front of everyone.

When Lu He came up after he was busy, he watched such a scene.

For the first time in so many years, I saw Song Qing playing the piano. Sure enough, as he thought, it was as beautiful as the brightest starlight in the night sky.

Lu He picked up the goblet, cup by cup, but his eyes couldn't leave the red figure.

Hao Yu noticed Lu He's deep resentful wife's little daughter-in-law's gaze, and was very displeased, his girl was smart and beautiful, but why should he show Lu He?

Hmph, Hao Yu took a few steps forward, walked to the side from directly opposite the girl, just blocked Lu He's figure, Lu He smiled bitterly, dumbfounded, and then drank, glass after glass.

After finishing the song, before the lead singer of the band who had given Song Qing a cold face came to Song Qing to talk about music, Hao Yu had already picked up the person horizontally and went downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Song Qing was taken aback, is this person becoming more and more presumptuous?

"Open the gift." Hao Yu said it seriously, but the pace under his feet was getting faster and faster.

"What gift?"

"Your gift of adulthood." Hao Yu looked down at the person in his arms, and the girl's beautiful face was nested in his chest obediently, so that he couldn't control himself.

Lu He left a suite for everyone to rest in the hotel.

Hao Yu directly hugged Song Qing to his room.

The light was turned on, but Song Qing's eyes were dark, and Hao Yu blindfolded her.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to you." Hao Yu's deep voice sounded in her ears, and Song Qing blushed.

Hao Yu looked at the tips of the girl's exposed red ears and smiled silently. Without speaking, lead the girl to the living room. It's really well-behaved.

Hao Yu turned off all the lights, and then put down the hand that was blindfolded by the girl.

"Do you like it?" Hao Yu stood in front of the cake lit with candles, and his tone was a little nervous.

"You did it?" Song Qing saw Hao Yu's expression and understood everything, men should not, but the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Song Qing picked up the knife and cut it into four pieces very neatly.

The cake is only nine inches in size, with two layers, small, powdery, and very cute.

"I didn't expect Ning Nian'an to give you a cake too." The words were very frustrating.

"How can I give my child things the same as my child." This pink, such a girly heart, is it really suitable for her?

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