Young Master Gong, your wife has been sealed as a queen

"Ah Qiu!"

Su Miaomiao, who was in the center of the storm, sneezed suddenly, raised her head in confusion, and muttered softly: "Which guy is secretly scolding me behind my back."

The snake girl told her that there are many interesting things in the world.

Just like she firmly believed, if you sneezed, someone must be scolding you secretly behind your back, who could it be?

That's all, anyway, she provoked a lot of people.

"It's cold enough today, and you're still dressed so lightly."

There was a burst of worried words from behind, and then a coat was draped over her shoulders. She turned her head and smiled at Song Wen: "Don't worry, I am very cold."

When the snake girl went out to play cards, she didn't bring the house key, so she stayed in the ice and snow for a full 12 hours.

The kitten's fur is the softest and warmest, and she is not afraid of anything.

Song Wen smiled helplessly, and said softly: "After a while, I'll go to the restaurant and order you a bowl of porridge."

The two were talking, when Zhong Shuai suddenly jumped out from behind and looked at them with a smile: "Go to dinner later, take me with you."

Song Wen rolled his eyes: "Does Star Zhong still have money for dinner?"

"I have, but it's too lonely to eat alone. It's my honor to eat with Teacher Su."

He was talking with a smile on the side.

Since the three of them untied their knots, their relationship has become better and better. It turns out that Zhong Shuai is not as unreasonable as he appears on the surface. On the contrary, he is simply a second-hand guy in his heart.

When she thought of such a bastard playing a song like Langjiang Xing, she felt helpless. What was he pretending to be in his head?She wanted to pry it open to see.

After agreeing, the three planned to set the location at the coffee shop next to Hengdian.

That coffee shop not only sells coffee, but also some famous desserts, and even said that the chef inside can also customize it.

Chefs can cook whatever they want.

When Su Miaomiao saw this news on the Internet, she was just taken aback, full of curiosity about this place, now that she has the opportunity, why not taste it?

Time flies, and soon it will be evening.

The night beside the roof gradually overwhelms the sky, the lights flicker slightly, and the small northern town in the night seems to be more charming and charming.

The three of them arrived at the coffee shop by car.

At this time, there were many people in the coffee shop, and some even noticed them and peeked cautiously.

Su Miaomiao unconsciously tightened her hat and mask. She is very well dressed today. If netizens can recognize him with a pair of eyes, she really admires the eyes of netizens.

"Boss, I reserved room 216."

Song Wen was talking in front, and suddenly turned around with a smile, and pulled them up to the second floor, his eyes suddenly broke at the corner of them.

The four girls in the corner looked at them curiously.

"Well, why did that person just pass by so much like my brother?" One of the girls with yellow hair whispered, looking at the place where they disappeared in puzzlement.

She is a die-hard fan of Zhong Shuai. As early as when Zhong Shuai was just an unknown little singer, she had been madly infatuated with him. She never thought that Zhong Shuai would become famous after so many years.

The short-haired girl next to her sneered, and replied, "Stop talking if you're short-sighted, okay? Why did your brother appear here? Isn't this a self-deprecation? Now he's so hot."

Since Langjiang Xing's national cover sang, the original singer has also become popular, and several satellite TV and variety shows have even invited Zhong Shuai to be a guest.

And looking at Weibo's itinerary for the past few days, he doesn't seem to have come to this small northern city.

Seemingly moved by what the short-haired girl said, she scratched her hair and smiled awkwardly, "Maybe."

Although he said so on the surface, his eyes still kept wandering to the place just now.

No one can be so similar. When she watched the video, Zhong Shuai's walking posture was a very memorable point.

And the fully armed boy who just passed by had exactly the same walking posture as Zhong Shuai.

The little sister next to her had already changed the topic and chatted about other things. She bit the straw by herself and couldn't help but look at the corner just now.

As his diehard fan, for so many years, except for the occasional visit to his fan meeting, I have never had close contact with him at all.

It's a shame to think about it this way.

On the other side, the waiter brought them to box 216, and as soon as they entered the box, Song Wen closed the door tightly.

Zhong Shuai, on the other hand, slumped on the sofa, casually tore off his mask and threw it aside, sighing: "I used to live a relaxed life, I want to know that after singing a wave song Fire, I will definitely not sing."

Think back to the days when you were free, you could go wherever you wanted.

Song Wen poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "It's also the first time I've seen a singer like you who doesn't want to be popular."

How many people are desperate for popularity, for fire, for making money.

But after Zhong Shuai got everything that everyone expected, he missed his previous life again.

He grabbed the water glass and swallowed it with two gulps.

As soon as the waiter came in, his gaze was fixed on Zhong Shuai's face, and he never looked away.

"Excuse me, what do you want to eat?" The waiter looked shy.

Song Wen and Su Miaomiao sat next to them, watching the waiter talking to them, but their eyes didn't fall on them, and they smiled helplessly.

After taking the menu, she casually ordered two cups of coffee.

"We have a personal chef here, you have already made an appointment, what would you like to eat?"

Servers are extremely polite.

"It's getting late, so eat lightly. I'd like a cup of red dates and barley porridge."

Su Miaomiao spoke first, and when she heard her words, Zhong Shuai next to him was in a bad mood, and quickly waved his hands: "Drinking porridge is so boring, you should eat hot pot on this kind of day! Eat barbecue!"

The waiter couldn't help laughing, and his eyes stayed on his face for several seconds.

"You can eat if you want." Song Wen rolled his eyes at him, "Anyway, I don't know who will be swollen tomorrow."

"You—" Zhong Shuai was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. No matter how much he quarreled, he couldn't quarrel with Song Wen in front of him.

In the end, Song Wen was still stubborn, and both of them ordered pasta.

The waiter left with the menu, and Su Miaomiao leaned back lazily: "I can't find something difficult to cook in this place."

"Then what do you want the chef to do? Let's do a Buddha jump over the wall first?" She couldn't help joking.

The two people next to them quickly laughed together. Fortunately, this box is big enough, and I heard that the sound insulation here is very good.

Only then did they dare to talk and laugh unscrupulously, otherwise the words would be recorded, and people would not know how they would be imagined.