No matter how reluctant Song Shushu was, her birthday party still came.
In order to have some peace of mind, she has been staying in the hotel recently. Fortunately, Lin Bai helped her arrange it very well. Everything about living here is quite accustomed to her, so she simply doesn't want to move back. The security and service of the hotel are inferior to hers.
The unit building is much better.
There was an autumn rain last night, and the splendor of summer seemed to fade away with the scorching heat. It was brilliant and violent when it came, but lingering and pathos when it left.
The constant temperature system was on in the hotel room, but Song Shushu still noticed a hint of coolness when she got up. She woke up to the persistent sound of the alarm clock and sat on the bed, hugging the quilt, dazed.
Goosebumps arose when the exposed skin came into contact with the air outside the quilt. Song Shushu silently shrank himself into the quilt. It was a bit cold and he really didn't want to go out.
When I heard the alarm clock in the bedroom ring again, I knew that this person was staying in bed again, so I walked to the door and started meowing twice.
From being resistant at the beginning to taking the initiative now, it only took a short week for a certain Mr. Ji to accept it calmly.
Every time Song Shushu stayed in bed, he would pretend to bark twice outside. Most of the time, he could summon a yawning shit shoveler.
Today was no exception. Originally, Song Shushu had no intention of staying in bed for too long, and with the call of his mistress, Song Shushu opened the door before the fourth call.
"Are you hungry? I have to go out today, probably all afternoon. In order to prevent you from being hungry, I will open more cans for you."
Her kittens are different from other kittens. They are not that interested in canned cats and cat strips. Instead, they prefer to eat the cat food she makes. This is simply a sweet burden for her, but she
It's just as good as sugar.
One morning? Which birthday party is not prepared from morning to night? Although he has guessed the danger of this party, Ji Sui can't help but feel sorry for her. His girl deserves the most beautiful girl in the world.
OK.
Song Shushu looked at the deep expression of the little kitten in front of her, and finally showed her first smile today. She kneaded his head like dough. They said that black cats are very spiritual creatures. Could it be that he sensed her own
Are you feeling emotional?
The second before closing the door, she looked at the figure gradually disappearing in the crack of the door, and the feeling became stronger.
Ji Sui was a little confused when he saw her standing at the door and not leaving, so he jumped up to the entrance.
She reached out and touched his head, leaned over and pressed a kiss on his forehead before turning and leaving.
Mom, look, I am not alone this year.
Although this hotel room cannot be called a home in the traditional sense, she feels that as long as she and Song Dameng can be together, it is her little home.
Lin Bai had been waiting in the lobby downstairs of the hotel early. When he saw her coming out of the elevator, he put down the half-read financial magazine, straightened his suit and stood up.
The two didn't exchange much greetings when they met. They got in the car and went straight to the stylist.
Lin Bai was still sarcastically saying to her in the car: "Who doesn't invite a stylist to their home that day? This makes it easier to touch up makeup midway. How can you be a last-minute person like you?"
Song Shushu didn't take it seriously. She even contacted the planning company directly to plan her birthday party and made a low-end version. How could she care about this anymore?
"By the way, the planner you are looking for is really amazing. With such a low budget, he can still come up with a decent plan. We will also go to them to prepare any activities the company has in the future."
The Song family's budget for hosting a banquet for Song Shushu was pitifully small among his peers. I don't know if it was Song Qingxiang's deliberate arrangement or the money was kicked off by an unscrupulous middleman like Liang Chunxue. He was simply speechless by the Song family's operation.
Sorry, I really don’t know whose face I will lose in the end by doing this.
What his parents said was indeed true. Ever since Uncle Song married the current Mrs. Song, his mind seemed to have been buried with Aunt Ji.
"The dress has been picked out for you and has been placed with the stylist. Go over and pick it out later." Mrs. Lin has been choosing a dress for Song Shushu a long time ago. Although she feels that this occasion is not worthy of carefully prepared clothes, she
I can't refute the kindness of my elders.
She did not choose the two complicated-looking dresses, but chose a simple skirt suitable for action.
Lin Bai frowned when he saw her outfit, but didn't say anything. He could tell that this person had no intention of showing face to the Song family in front of the guests.
He called the bodyguards and hired two more people to meet him outside the manor. For some reason, looking at her rare sharp makeup and her sassy aura, he believed that it would be difficult even to fight.
The Song family has a villa on the beach specially used for holding banquets, which saves money on renting a venue. Of course, there is no need to bear the loss cost.
Although not so many people were invited on the surface, many people in the circle came after hearing the news. Everyone was very curious about the rumored eldest lady of the Song family. The second lady of the Song family was quite familiar with them.
Her charming temperament also has many suitors, but few people know about her sister.
I just heard that she doesn't want to touch the family business and is an artist. As for the more specific details... I don't know.
The Song family's influence in the local area is neither high nor low. It is not so high that everyone pays attention to every move, and it is not so low that it is unknown.
When children of their age are brought out to attend banquets, they have many purposes, such as introducing their seniors or choosing a marriage partner.
After all, the Song family has two daughters. No matter which daughter you marry, it will be beneficial.
The banquet started with everyone having their own thoughts.
"Huh? You're here too today?"
"My mother insisted that I come over to take a look. I don't know what to see. What if she really is so beautiful that she wouldn't have shown off her beauty earlier? As for why she hasn't shown her face yet?"
The young man who was asked curled his lips impatiently, with a gloomy look on his face, and had no expectations for this banquet.
"I heard," his friend poked him, telling him not to talk nonsense, "the previous wife of the Song family left shares for this eldest lady, but the amount cannot be announced until today. No, it's a circle.
Aren’t all these people here already here?”
The young man rubbed the arm that was poked, and looked around the crowd. Sure enough, he saw a few familiar faces, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
"It's like choosing a concubine. How can I pay it back?"
His question was destined to remain unanswered.
Song Qingxiang always pretended to be good outside, and it was the same this time. He stood on the stage with Song Shushu, patted her on the shoulder, and said like a loving father: "Thank you everyone for coming to my little girl's birthday party,"