Chapter 355

Song Xi coaxes Han Chunmeng for a long time before persuading her not to go to the boss who sells boiled eggs. Han Chunmeng goes out to find a place to wash her hair with the egg liquid on her head. Song Xi cleans up the mess. Suddenly she thinks of the one she gave Ding Huiqin at the elevator entrance and calls Ding Huiqin quickly.

"Director Ding, have you eaten the eggs?"

Ding Huiqin said: "just finished eating, what's the matter?"

Song Xi heard the speech and said, "I have something else here. Do you want it?"

Ding Huiqin said, "no, you can eat by yourself. I have breakfast."

After a few words of greeting, Song Xi hangs up and glances at the three eggs left in the bag. She takes them out and knocks them all. She finds that they are all cooked, which fully proves that Georges Sheng can't cook.

There is no one in the room. Without saying a word, Song Xi takes out his cell phone and calls George Sheng. The phone rings a few times and George Sheng connects: "hello?"

Song Xi comes to the point: "did you mean it?"

George Sheng's voice remained unchanged: "what's on purpose?"

Song Xi said: "don't pack it. There is a raw egg in the bag you gave me in the morning!"

"The eggs look the same, maybe they're put in the wrong place," said Georges

His tone is not without banter. Song Xi frowned: "it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge with you for ten years?"

Georgeson groaned in a deep, sweet voice: "war is never weary of deceit."

Song Xiqi to laugh: "OK."

He is really good, stingy, vengeful, scheming boy, routine king, it's her carelessness.

Hang up the phone, Song Xi is thinking about how to deal with George Sheng in the evening, and George Sheng is in a good mood all day. In the morning, Yuanbao went to Cuicheng mountain to meet him. When he saw the injury of his fundus, his eyes showed an accident: "how are you hurt?"

George Sheng's face did not change: "the cat scratched."

Yuanbao's eyes were suspicious: "when did you fall in love with teasing cats?"

George Sheng stooped into the car, thin lips open: "cat initiative."

Yuanbao ponders whether it's a cat or Song Xi. He closes the car door and goes around to the driver's seat. No matter who it is, he is sure that if he dares to touch the ground on George Sheng's head, it will make him calm and accept. He is definitely not an ordinary person, maybe not an ordinary cat, but the cat is also stained with people's face, so in the final analysis, Song Xi has the ability.

For lunch, George Sheng ate with his family. Although he was a junior, he had a high status, so from his uncles and elders to his brothers and sisters, everyone called in person to congratulate him and gave him gifts.

After 6:00 p.m., Georges Sheng arrived at the Forbidden City as scheduled. Chang jingle had given him the room number. Georges Sheng took the elevator to go upstairs to the door of the private room. He pushed the door in directly. There was no light in the room and he couldn't see his fingers. However, there was no obstacle for him. He looked around. There was no one in the room, only the curtain was drawn in front of the right stage.

A familiar voice came through the microphone, which was Chang jingle's voice: "next, please enjoy the night Shanghai by Miss Minmin, a popular singer in Shanghai beach“

As the voice fell, the curtain slowly opened to both sides, revealing a large stage behind. In the middle of the stage, Huo Jiamin was dressed up as a star of the old Shanghai Song and dance hall. Her sexy little dress, hairband, wavy roll, and even her makeup were the style of that era.

She stood as like as two peas in the middle of the platform, wearing a dress with the same mask.

Huo Jiamin holds the microphone and sings: "Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you are a city that never sleeps; The lights are on, the cars are on, and singing and dancing are on. "

The lighting on the stage made the whole private room bright. George Sheng was sitting on the sofa with his lips raised and his eyes with a playful smile. I could see that he didn't expect it, but he didn't reject it.

The dancers are all the local public relations of the Forbidden City, with white skin, beautiful legs and a beautiful body. The vision alone is a feast.

George Sheng Quan was supposed to watch a performance. After listening to a song, all the public relations staff rushed out. Huo Jiamin still stood on the stage, smiling and choking his voice: "today is Mr. Qiao's 27th Birthday. On behalf of all the employees of Bailemen, I'd like to extend my cordial greetings to you and wish you a happy birthday."

Georgeson's lips became larger and his eyes were speechless.

"Next, ask our staff to push up the cake."

When Huo Jiamin finished, the door of the separate compartment in the private room opened, and the first one to appear was a cart with seven layers of cake more than one meter high. The people in the cart were dressed in plaid shirts and suspenders. The typical old Shanghai rich man was dressed up with a mask on the man's face. Georges Sheng didn't know who it was for a moment.

The key is that the dress of the next few people is "weird".

One was dressed in a Zhongshan suit, the other in a black-and-white police uniform, and the other in a dark blue student uniform.

Someone is singing a birthday song, but it's not a man's voice. In addition to Huo Jiamin on the stage, there is clearly a female voice. After a close look, behind the three men, there is another shadow.

Dark red high-heeled shoes, slim legs, Qipao skirt that goes up to half of the thigh, and willow waist that doesn't hold well. Because the Qipao is pressed, the figure of that person is vividly outlined, and it is more protruding and backward.

Although the woman's face is also wearing a mask, Georges Sheng can recognize it at a glance, Song Xi.

His eyes fell on her uncontrollably, watching her step by step, a wine red velvet cheongsam, a high collar standing up to her chin, delicate buttons extending from the collar all the way down, and a red agate ring on her left index finger.

With so many people here, Georges Sheng knows that he shouldn't be staring at Song Xi all the time, but he just can't move his eyes. He seems to have been hooked.

At least five seconds later, George Sheng forced himself to calm down. The cake cart had already been pushed in front of him. The man in the suspenders said in a low voice, "happy birthday, seven little."

As soon as the voice came out, Georges Sheng immediately recognized that it was Chang jingle. Huo Jiamin came down from the stage, but Song Xi couldn't help it.

Georges Sheng thin lips opened: "I can recognize the ashes, I took off the mask."

Hearing the speech, many people take off their masks one after another. Ruan Boyan wears the Zhongshan suit, Tong Hao wears the police uniform, and Yuanbao wears the dark blue student uniform.

George Sheng looks at Song Xi without any trace. Song Xi takes off the mask and puts on makeup on the face behind the mask. The makeup itself is not rich. She just puts on the bottom and brushes her eyelashes. However, her own facial features are moving, and her big red lips make her more attractive.

Almost, almost, Georgeson almost blurted out that she didn't have time?

Even though he knew that she was on purpose, he still found it hard to calm down. It was not a surprise, but he was very excited.

It's good that she can come.

Song Xi also looks at George Sheng and smiles at him. At this moment, George Sheng feels like a hundred claws scratching his heart. Thousands of feathers sweep all over him at the same time. He finally understands that women's beauty is not an adjective, but a verb.