Song Meiyue looked at him not far away, while Jiang Qi looked at her who was eating secretly. Their eyes were focused together at this moment.
It collapsed and cracked,
Song Meiyue wanted to find a crack in the ground, crawl in and eat the last shrimp. He actually came back from using the toilet and was caught by him eating the shrimp. This was no longer as simple as social death.
It is clearly a capital punishment for oneself.
what to do?
It seems inappropriate to kill someone and silence them in public, right?
Speaking of which, today was indeed a very unlucky day. First, I experienced the death scene of returning to society at Sister Yaling's house, and finally got through it safely. Then I fell into the hands of her son and was caught stealing shrimps.
Just as Song Meiyue was thinking wildly, Jiang Qi sat down opposite her, looked at Song Meiyue who was still in a daze, and said with a smile: "Isn't this shrimp good?"
Song Meiyue came back to her senses, her pretty face flushed with red. She hurriedly threw the last peeled shrimp into her mouth, and immediately turned her head sideways, chewing the shrimp in her mouth.
He said softly and coldly: "It's just like that."
have to say,
Aunt Song's whole body is soft except for her mouth, which is very hard.
Even though he was caught in the act, he still refused to admit it. But if he thought about it carefully, he could understand how he could admit his failure so easily as the vice president of a listed group.
"Do you want more?" Jiang Qi asked, "How many more should I peel off?"
"It's almost done, just taste it." Song Meiyue took out a tissue, wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully, and said, "I'm full."
Jiang Qi was a little helpless. Facing the stubborn and arrogant woman in front of him, sometimes there was really nothing he could do to deal with her. He silently picked up his chopsticks and started the so-called liquidation operation.
While he was immersed in eating, Song Meiyue, who had wiped her mouth, sat there quietly, and then looked at him as if nothing had happened. Looking at the man who was eating so much, she suddenly felt that she had suffered a loss, and it was a huge loss.
.
If nothing else, you should pay for this meal yourself. Since you pay for it yourself, what's wrong with eating a few shrimps by yourself? It doesn't seem to be illegal, right?
Sometimes people are like this. The more they think about it, the more angry they become. The more they think about it, the more they take a step back.
Song Meiyue, who suddenly wanted to understand, looked at the man sitting opposite, looking like he was eating too much, and immediately felt that it was unfair. She lightly pursed her small mouth, hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Help Auntie, I'll peel it off again."
A few shrimps.”
Jiang Qi had known that she would be like this, so he never touched the plate of prawns. When he heard someone asking to peel a few more shrimps, Jiang Qi didn't think that she was having sex, but it felt more real.
.
I have to admit,
Even the cold and arrogant Aunt Song will sometimes jump sideways repeatedly.
Jiang Qi was peeling shrimp shells for someone, and someone was eating the shrimp he handed over. She didn't know why. Song Meiyue felt that the shrimp meat seemed to be more fresh and sweet now than before.
The dinner was not very long, and there was not much communication between them.
Soon the two of them arrived at a large theater. Jiang Qi originally thought that not many people would come to this elegant music art, but when they arrived at the scene, they found that the seats were almost full.
Of course, it refers to those VIP seats. As for the ordinary seats, they are still quite empty, especially the last few rows are completely deserted. Jiang Qi and Song Meiyue are sitting in the corner, with few traces of living people around.
Perhaps it was because his body was covered with art pustules. As soon as his butt touched the surface of the chair, Jiang Qi felt weak and weak. At the same time, a strong sense of sleepiness rushed directly to his cerebral cortex. It had to be said that this environment was really suitable for dozing off.
Jiang Qi couldn't help but huffed, looked at Song Meiyue beside him with watery eyes, and said helplessly: "I want to sleep."
Song Meiyue ignored him and sat there quietly, just frowning slightly.
After a while,
The concert has begun.
The first piece is Elgar's "Send of Love", which he dedicated to his newlywed wife. It depicts an elegant love picture to the world in a typical serenade style.
The performer on the stage played a soulful melody on his violin, just like the lingering love words of a pair of lovers. There was also a hint of sadness in the soft melody.
slowly,
With the ending with complex emotions, the whole music gradually weakened and ended, but the lingering sound echoed in the concert hall, as if a pair of lovers were still murmuring.
Song Meiyue squinted her eyes and listened to this performance attentively, and her emotions gradually began to overflow.
At this time,
A faint snoring sound came from my ears, although it was small but extremely clear.
A sudden abnormal noise interrupted Song Meiyue's wonderful enjoyment. She slightly pouted her little mouth, with a hint of irritation between her brows, and quickly turned her head. As a result, she was a bit confused about whether to laugh or cry.
The little bad guy next to me fell asleep at some point and started snoring.
Seeing him tilting his body and sleeping in an extremely awkward position, Song Meiyue felt a little distressed and pondered for a moment. She silently stretched out her hands to help his leaning body over, and at the same time, her shoulders slowly lifted.
Lean over.
At this moment,
Song Meiyue's cold and charming face was filled with strange blushes. She looked at the man so close at hand, looking at that handsome, charming and angular face, and her heart, which had been lonely for thirty-one years, was burned by a ball of flame.
He is really handsome at this distance. No wonder so many women like young meat. Of course, he is not a young meat, he is a small bacon, fragrant, mellow and a little aftertasteful.
He pursed his lips slightly, looked around guiltily, raised one of his arms, and carefully poked someone's face a few times with his slender index finger.
The next second,
Someone seemed to feel something strange and subconsciously scratched his face a few times.
And his series of instinctive reactions made Song Meiyue, who was secretly causing trouble, so cute. It turned out that the little bastard was so interesting when he was sleeping. If he had known that night, he would have sneaked into his room and tortured him well.
Give him a break and let him deliberately tease me on weekdays.
certainly,
This is just an inner thought. In reality, Song Meiyue's face is a bit thin, and she cannot do such a thing as breaking into a man's room at night.
at this time,
"The Wanderer's Song" from Sarti began to play.
As an immortal masterpiece among violin solo pieces, it quickly attracted Song Meiyue's attention, just as she was still intoxicated by the soul-stirring sadness.
Sudden,
I couldn't help but shiver, and then my whole body felt numb.
He. He actually.
Song Meiyue felt like she was going crazy.
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