The group of girls, led by the waiter, happened to stop at the door of Su Zhinian's box.

Song Qingchun wanted to retract his gaze, but paused.

She saw the waiter reach out and knock on the door of the box where Su Zhinian was, then pushed the door open and led the group of girls in.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows frowned, staring at the direction where Su Zhinian's box was located, and never retracted his gaze.

The elevator door opened, Cheng Qinglian stepped in, and saw that Song Qingchun was still stunned at the door, so he reminded him: "Miss Song, the elevator door is open." ”

Song Qingchun came back to his senses, turned his head and said "oh" at Cheng Qinglian, and then walked towards the elevator, before entering the elevator, Song Qingchun turned his head and glanced at Su Zhinian's box, and saw the waiter walking out of it, and the girls who followed behind him changed from about ten to three.

In other words, there are about seven girls who stayed in the box where Su Zhinian was?

"Miss Song? Why did you stop again? Cheng Qinglian shouted at Song Qingchun, who stopped and didn't move.

Song Qingchun took his gaze back, didn't answer Cheng Qinglian's question, and walked into the elevator absentmindedly. Divine Sense

The elevator doors are closed and go down.

Song Qingchun stared at the red numbers that kept jumping above the elevator door, and those girls with charming flowers and branches appeared in his mind.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and Cheng Qingliang saw Song Qingchun standing still, and reminded her again.

When the two of them got out of the elevator, Cheng Qingli opened his mouth with concern to the casual Song Qingchun and asked, "Miss Song, are you uncomfortable?" How do you think you're not doing particularly well? ”

"Nope." Song Qingchun shook his head and pulled the corner of his lips at Cheng Qingliang.

Cheng Qingliang smiled reassuringly.

When ordering, Song Qingchun frequently trancened several times.

Cheng Qinglian knew that Song Qingchun was doing news, she had been arranged by Su Zhinian to accompany Song Qingchun before, so she deliberately went to the Internet to read the news reported by Song Qingchun, and now she was waiting for food, she was afraid that Song Qingchun would be bored, so she deliberately found some celebrities she interviewed, pretending to be very gossipy, asking whether the news of those stars was true or false, and asking them if they looked better than on the screen in reality?

The more interested Cheng Qingnian chatted, the more Song Qingchun was lacking in interest, and in the end, chatting, Song Qingchun suddenly changed the topic: "How many people did Su Zhinian clear tonight?" ”

"It's just Mr. Li." Cheng Qinglian poured Song Qingchun a cup of hot milk tea.

One? Song Qingchun frowned, that is to say, in the box upstairs, there were only two men, Su Zhinian and Mr. Li? Two men called about seven girls? That is, an average of three and a half for a person?

Song Qingchun's mind immediately appeared in the picture of three charming young girls surrounding Su Zhinian, and then her hand holding the chopsticks slammed into force, poking the lion's head in the bowl out and flying a piece, which happened to land on her wrist.

When the lion's head flew out, it brought some soup, which was a little hot, and her wrists soon turned red.

"Miss Song, are you alright?" Cheng Qingliang hurriedly took out a wet tissue and handed it over.

Song Qingchun just replied with a "no", then held the wet wipes and calmed down again.

She gave her wet wipes to wipe her wrists, why did she hold it in a daze?