The tickets for Boss Luo's plays are generally very expensive, and tickets are booked a month in advance.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting arrived, and Boss Luo added a temporary show.
The theater was very lively, and the spectators were pleasantly surprised.
Yun Qiao was not a drama lover, but he listened with great interest.
Boss Luo's singing and appearance are both outstanding.
Among the famous opera singers in Yancheng, there are few who can surpass Boss Luo.
After it was over, Boss Luo came up and sat down again.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting were about to say goodbye, and Luo Yunsheng sent them to the entrance of the theater.
When he came back, Yan Xuan, the female owner of the theater, sent someone to call Luo Yunsheng.
Luo Yunsheng sat on the chair opposite her desk, rubbing his eyebrows as if he was a little tired.
"This is the latest account, take a look."
Yan Xuan pushed the account book over.
Luo Yunsheng: “I won’t read it anymore, I have a headache.
Don’t I still trust you?”
Yan Xuan handed over a pen: "Then sign your name and go and rest."
Luo Junsheng signed it.
When Yan Xuan took it back, she stretched out her arm. Luo Yunsheng saw that she had a small gold bracelet on her wrist. It was very thin and light. It was hidden in the sleeve and could not be seen without paying attention.
His face immediately darkened.
He shouldn't have said anything, but he couldn't help it. He walked to the door and stopped: "Why are you wearing such a bracelet?"
Yan Xuan looked at it himself: "Wear it for fun."
Luo Yunsheng asked again: "You never wear these things. Who gave them to you?"
"a friend."
"...Last time you celebrated your birthday, where was the bracelet I gave you?
Why do I never see you wearing it?"
he asks.
Yan Xuan was surprised and looked up at him.
"Did you give me a bracelet?"
She said, "The gifts are piled up there, I haven't opened them yet."
Luo Junsheng: "..."
It's been more than a month, and she hasn't even taken it apart yet.
He turned around and went out.
Luo Yunsheng closed the door, and the corridor was dark. The warm light in the room shone through the gap at the bottom of the door, falling right at his feet.
He closed his eyes slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Yunsheng went downstairs.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting returned home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
She dug out a rattan leather box from the cabinet and planned to pack the clothes, shoes and socks for Xi Lanting to bring for the trip.
However, she has never taken care of these things, and she doesn't even know what to bring.
"Is it cold in Sichuan at this time?"
she asked Xi Lanting.
Xi Lanting: "Don't be busy, Shuangfu will take care of it, he knows what to bring."
"I want to pack your boxes for you."
Yun Qiao was stubborn, "This is what a wife should do.
Bring two sets each of thick clothes and thin clothes, right?"
Xi Lanting: "The weather in Sichuan is similar to ours, so you don't need to bring thick clothes."
After that, he picked up Yun Qiao and the two of them sat on the sofa.
Yun Qiao took advantage of the situation and rested her head on his chest.
"What’s wrong with you?"
he asks.
Yun Qiao: "It's so obvious and you still ask deliberately, I can't bear to let you go."
Xi Lanting laughed and kissed the top of her hair gently: "I'll bring you delicious food when I come back..."
Yun Qiao was a little annoyed. She sat upright, held his face and kneaded it: "Am I just a loser? I just know how to eat?"
"I heard that Sichuan has a lot of delicious food. Do you really want it?"
he asks.
Yun Qiao: "...That's not what I meant."
Xi Lanting laughed.
He was always lazy, and even refused to laugh, only curling up the corners of his lips - only Yun Qiao's greed could make him laugh.
He added: "Last year, Miss Li gave you two pots of hollyhocks.
At this time of year, is it the blooming season of hollyhocks?
I will also bring you two pots by then."
Yun Qiao subconsciously said: "You can't eat it, so why bring it back?