Song Shushu wiped Ji Sui clean, and added a few pieces of dried fish to his small bowl, only then did he remember that he was still stained with rain.

Hot water poured down from the canopy and smashed on Saixue's skin, and soon it was a little powdery, and the mist gradually spread in the small bathroom, and the ink hair and snow skin were faint.

The cold wind has been blowing for a long time today, and the hot water has been poured on her body for a long time before her limbs become hot, and she has not stayed in it for a long time, so she hastily took a bath and went out.

Holding a towel in her hand and wiping it on the top of her head, she didn't have the urge to stay up late today to catch up with the manuscript under the excessive emotional fluctuations, so she walked straight to the soft bed.

Squinting and falling on the bed, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.

Song Shushu was a little sleepy and was scared away, and looked at Ji Sui who was standing on the side of the pillow with a little shock, "Why did you take the initiative to come to bed today?" ”

Since discovering that accidental touch can cause changes, Ji Sui has avoided going into the bedroom to contact Song Shushu who is asleep.

But today's mood was really worrying, he had accidentally seen the rows of medicine bottles on the bedside table, and he felt terrified when he thought about it.

Song Shushu didn't know the rich drama in his heart, but he just sighed, ah! My little kitten can now take the initiative to stick to her, alas!

In this way, Ji Sui guarded her on the other side of the bed all night, Song Shushu, who was asleep, had a calm face, and the sadness inside and outside seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and Ji Sui carefully stretched out his paws and touched her eyebrows.

One, two, one second, five seconds.

Nothing happened.

Isn't it okay for him to take the initiative to touch it?

Look at the lips that have regained their rosiness, or is it only a kiss?

Ji Sui didn't rush to verify this matter, things were not in a hurry, and the top priority was to let her sleep well.

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"What the hell is the weather?"

Song Shishi was quite dissatisfied and took the towel handed over by the waiter and wiped her hair wet with the rain.

Lu Meng, who had already arrived in the private room, took another towel without a trace and wiped the rain off her shoulder.

"The typhoon came too quickly, so there were no accidents on the road."

Song Shishi threw the wet towel back into the waiter's arms and motioned for him to close the door and go out.

The little brother was not annoyed when he lost the towel, his expression was calm, as if he was used to seeing this situation, he bowed slightly to the two and walked out with the door.

When he disappeared at the door, Lu Meng took off the mask on his face and pulled Song Shishi to sit down on the seat and handed her a glass of juice.

"What kind of orange juice do you want to drink at the bar?"

Song Shishi pushed away the cup, looked disdainful, and turned her face to look at the lively hall below.

The sound insulation of the private room is very clever, sitting on the sofa here you can hear the lively DJ downstairs, and the semi-suspended design allows people to see the dance floor.

Lu Meng carefully withdrew the orange juice so as not to knock it over on the white dress, and explained softly: "I guess you drove here by yourself, so I took it upon myself to order juice for you." ”

Song Shishi snorted twice, noncommittal.

Lu Meng looked at her face, picked up the topics of daily chatting and slowly started chatting, after telling a few gossips about the little star, Song Shishi's anger brought by the torrential rain and at home barely disappeared.

Seeing that his mood was improving, he asked with concern, "Is it your sister who has come home?" So angry today. ”

Song Shishi's face changed when she heard this, and she didn't want to admit that she was angry just because her parents were talking about her sister at the dinner table and ignored such a trivial matter, so she changed the topic in an ominous voice: "She didn't go home, but my parents were introducing her to a blind date." ”

Speaking of this, he was a little emotional: "It turned out to be my mother who mentioned it first!" She even took the initiative to introduce the person to the object! ”

Song Shishi has always been reluctant to mention Song Shushu outside, and is only willing to use "that person" to refer to him.

"Introduction?" Lu Meng showed a puzzled expression at the right time, "Your sister doesn't seem to be a few years older than you, right, the family is starting to be anxious?" ”

She threw out a hook, and Song Shishi followed her words and complained: "It doesn't matter to me whether she goes on a blind date or goes to get married, but why was it introduced by my mother, my mother has always discussed things with me as soon as possible!" And my dad, I ate the shrimp I didn't like, and he didn't give me a look? He knew I didn't like shrimp! ”

The little princess who grew up with thousands of pets on weekdays began to lose her temper as soon as something went wrong, and Lu Meng only felt speechless after hearing it.

looked at Song Shishi, who was drinking by herself, with complicated eyes, and didn't know if this girl was stupid or stupid, in the case of their family, with her mother's means, she would know that this thing was definitely not a "good thing" as it sounded.

Most of them were just some kind of means to suppress that sister, and Lu Meng actually had a trace of sympathy for the sister she had never met.

Song Shishi's words couldn't be answered, so he had to find another way, "What does the blind date look like?" "It's not a good thing after all, Lu Meng complained in his heart.

"Said to be a math teacher, a relative of a little sister of my mother who turned a corner, I secretly glanced at the photo, and she looked pretty good." After a few glasses of spirits, Song Shishi was already a little delirious.

This state is best suited to clichés.

Lu Meng picked up the cocktail that had been prepared a long time ago and quietly put the cup in her hand. Then looked at Song Shishi, who had finished drinking a glass, and raised the cocktail with his hand and took a sip.

"Let's not talk about those bad things," Lu Meng saw her drink the wine, and asked directly, "Do you still have any contact with the owner of the manuscript I asked you about before?" ”

If she can get the original manuscript, then it must have a lot to do with the original, and she must come up with something this time.

"What music?"

"It's just a piece of paper with staves on it, remember? The share you gave me. Lu Meng's tone was a little eager.

Song Shishi's expression seemed to be incomprehensible, frowning and tangling for a while, and just when Lu Meng thought that he had found nothing today, he finally spoke, "Are you talking about the waste paper with ghost drawing talismans?" ”

Ghost Drawing? Wastepaper?

Did she even glance at the content on the paper, the original manuscript of "The Wind Rises" that is now popular all over the Internet is from your hands!

Lu Meng's eyes looking at her couldn't help but be a little meaningless, it seems that this original and Song Shishi don't have a good relationship.

Otherwise, how could you give it to yourself who you have just met without even looking at what the manuscript is? How could it be that the plagiarism of this song was so uproarious at the time was not even clear.

"That's right, it's that kind of paper," the soft voice was a little bewitching, "so do you have any "waste paper" there? ”

It's late, but it's coming.,Two chapters are presented.,It's probably not on the shelves today.,And then discuss the node problem with the editor on the shelf.,But the manuscript is still trying to be saved.,Strive to be more explosive on the day of the shelf~~~.

(End of chapter)