Chapter 51 Let me take a good look [Please follow up and read]

Small courtyard.

Song Ci, who was sitting on a chair and fanning himself with a fan, knew that Tang Shi was back when he saw the car lights.

He is very familiar with this headlight.

Sure enough, after the shadow under the light could be seen clearly, Song Ci saw her with a smile on her face. He stood up and opened the courtyard gate. Tang Shi parked his electric bicycle and took off his hat.

"Business is good today?" Song Ci asked her.

Tang Shi hummed, then changed to a cheerful expression. Just as he was about to speak, the lights went out.

Also extinguished were the nearby lights.

power cut.

"There's actually a power outage!" Tang Shi took her cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

Song Ci was a little surprised that the amount of the betrothal gift was not too much, but too little.

"There is oil!" Song Ci looked at her: "There is no more oil now."

You’ve already talked so much, why are you still lying? That’s boring.

Tang poetry: "."

Just holding disposable plastic cups and drinks, there is no sense of style and atmosphere like drinking red wine.

He could hear Tang Shi's own stomach growling. It was obvious that Tang Shi was the hungry one and he ate.

What are you doing?

After explaining the process in the simplest language, Song Ci ate a piece of pork ribs and looked at Tang poetry while suppressing laughter.

"If you don't use the money, it will be deducted from the money I paid for renting an electric car." Tang Shi slapped the budding stammer back.

Tang poetry: "."

She is not as good as Song Ci said.

"Six thousand six, eight thousand eight, sixteen thousand." Tang Shi replied: "If I meet the person I want to marry, I don't want a bride price!"

Song Ci couldn't help but laugh.

She said it very seriously.

"Mr. Tang, how much is your betrothal gift?" Song Ci asked casually.

Tang Shi looked at him and considered whether it would be more appropriate to discuss this topic later.

Why are we talking about betrothal gifts when we are having a meal?

In the end, it all turned into making money.

Jin Yuanbao, let him know that men should protect themselves outside.

After thinking for a while, Song Ci said, "Just wait for me."

No one is begging for the other, nor is anyone superior to the other. They are evenly close to each other, fair and just, and evenly matched.

There is no other way, that’s all.

In fact, she is already a very rare kind of woman.

Dreams are so far away to her that she can't even remember them now.

Without thinking about it, Song Ci nodded, because the air conditioners couldn't be that coincidental, there just happened to be only two of them, unless it was artificial.

As he gnawed the bones to himself, Tang Shi's expression was calm, showing no disappointment or regret for losing his dream.

Finally, after placing the bowls and chopsticks, Song Ci clapped his hands in satisfaction.

To be honest, Song Ci likes this kind of mutual caring relationship very much, and also recognizes this kind of positive emotion with feedback.

She probably wouldn't have thought that someone would stalk a man, would she?

"Fortunately, I have a gas tank." Tang Shi looked at him: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I'll talk to you while I'm eating," Song Ci said.

Song Ci was different from him. Even if Song Ci had no job and no money, there was really no way he could survive and still go home to inherit the family business.

Tang poetry: "."

Such an excellent tradition is simply a local benchmark. When meeting a girl like this when getting married, the ancestors would have to get up and bow to express their gratitude.

Song Ci reached out and wiped her face again: "Well, it wasn't wiped clean!"

All dreams now are to make money.

I'm warning you, don't do this, I won't do this.

Is this true?

In this era, dreams are a luxury after all, and not many people can pursue them. After all, conditions filter out many people.

Song Ci supported the table and suddenly moved closer to her. His breath hit her face even though he was only a few centimeters away.

Song Ci shook his head: "No."

She was not mentally prepared for this kind of intimate contact without asking whether she agreed or not. It was so reckless.

There is no need for him to earn tens of millions of dollars, no need for him to do housework, no need for him to be rich and wealthy, and no need for him to be too gentle.

Song Ci felt that she was too modest, too modest, and always looked down upon herself.

Because of Song Ci's action, Tang poetry seemed to be frozen.

"I'm a greedy person. Although I want to eat soft rice, I don't want to wear a hat!" Song Ci looked at her: "So I'm going to raise a rich woman to support me."

It didn't disappoint him, Tang Shi was pushed into the room obediently, and then felt himself sitting on a stool.

Don't go too far, if you do this again I will yell.

"Make money." Tang Shi replied.

With wide eyes, she just looked at Song Ci without making any move, just dumbfounded.

If she had such conditions, she would have to find a rich second generation who ran away from home, then have a baby and try to marry into a rich family.

"I am careless and calculating, have no meaning, no rest, have a bad temper, low education, average appearance, average figure, rural background, survival in the city, this is who I am!" Tang Shi replied.

She cannot be the ginseng doll who makes the crops grow quickly, nor can she be the foolish old man who moves the mountains, let alone Hua Mulan or Mu Guiying.

Back home, Song Ci quickly laid out the tablecloth he bought online, lit the candles he bought some time ago, and set out the dishes.

"Such a rich woman, why do you disagree? Don't you want to eat soft rice?" Tang Shi asked him with a smile.

When Song Ci said this, he felt it was fake, and he couldn't hide his curiosity.

"What is your dream?" Song Ci asked her.

The unexpected candlelight dinner was not so romantic, but it added a little more atmosphere.

Seeing Song Ci take out a tissue again, she quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue.

After his mind reached 4,000 revolutions, Tang Shi came up with a topic: "My friend has two air conditioners somewhere. They are second-hand and very cheap. Ask me if I want them."

Tang Shi has always felt that he should have self-awareness, at least he should have some idea of ​​his own situation.

It's like Song Ci knew very well that she had no shortage of people pursuing her. She also knew very well that Song Ci was also very handsome. The last time he had a drink, several girls kept looking at him.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't say much.

Song Ci spit out the bones.

Tang Shi shook his head.

"Dangdang!" Song Ci let her go.

She has lived here for such a long time that she rarely encounters power outages. She hadn't even cooked or eaten when the power went out.

Moreover, he is handsome, has a good job, and will not be unable to survive. Unlike her, she is completely unstable.

There are not many criteria for choosing a spouse. It would be better if you can live your life well and live it without making noises.

Tang Shi nodded.

Tang poetry is speechless.

The final plan the two came up with was that Song Ci would not give her the money for the air conditioner, and she would not need to rent the electric car. Unless Song Ci had something to do, she could use it at other times.

"How much is it? I'll transfer it to you." Song Ci said.

Tang Shi always thought he was joking.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the dim light of the candle, and then there was a table full of packed dishes and drinks.

Noticing the oil stains on the corners of her mouth, Song Ci took out a piece of toilet paper, stood up slightly, and bent down to wipe her mouth.

It was also the first time for Song Ci to encounter such a situation. Although he knew very well how noble the circle was and how corrupt it was, this was still the first time he had encountered it.

He is so childish!
To be continued...