she caused the gods to fall

It was Song Qingyan who came out on a blind date to send him home in the end. What an outrageous direction this is.

The snow fell wantonly, and the car was moving slowly. On the glass, Shen Daiyi's face was faintly visible with the bright and dark light. The bouquet of chamomile was placed in the middle, and her fingertips could not touch the petals, so she kneaded them unconsciously.

In WeChat, Gu Jiazhi: "Why didn't you reply to my WeChat? Have you gone back?"

Shen Daiyi: "It happened for a reason. I'm in the car of someone who doesn't like me."

Gu Jiazhi: "Is that the man you chased before?"

Shen Daiyi: "Nodding like a chicken pecking rice.gif"

Shen Daiyi: "He is the cousin of my blind date today."

Gu Jiazhi: "Hahahahaha, I can't help not laughing, but it's a bit difficult."

It was as if Shen Daiyi could hear Gu Jiazhi's wild laughter through the screen.

She bit her plump red lips, embarrassment overflowing in her chest.

Gu Jiazhi: "Who is that man?"

Shen Daiyi: "His name is Song Qingyan."

Gu Jiazhi: "It's a bit familiar, Miss Ben asked about it."

On the side, Song Qingyan saw that her hands kept picking chamomile petals, and a small piece was bald, but she didn't realize it.

He slowly opened his lips: "Shen Daiyi, where do you live?"

Shen Daiyi looked back subconsciously, and met those cold black eyes again: "Hua, Huatang Mansion."

Perhaps because of the slight shaking of the car, a white petal fell on the man's black suit pants. He stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the petal with his fingers.

Shen Daiyi lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on his cold white jade, slender and flawless hands, but in the next second, she forced herself to move away again.

Then, he realized that he had bald several chamomile petals with his hand, so he took his hand back resentfully.

"Shen Daiyi."

"Um……"

"Your temperament has changed a lot over the years." There was something in his words.

"..." After a while, Shen Daiyi decided to fight back, and looked up at him: "Is it possible that we are not familiar with each other now?"

The car stopped at Huatang Mansion. This Chinese-style villa is large and luxurious, but it still has the elegance of a mansion.

Shen Daiyi said thank you, got out of the car quickly holding an umbrella, and ran back home quickly.

Back home, the living room was brightly lit, she gasped for breath, relaxed her brows and eyes at the entrance, and took off her scarf. Today's tiring day was finally over.

"Miss Dai, you are back, I cooked bird's nest for you." Auntie came up and said.

Shen Daiyi nodded: "Auntie, you can take over my room."

"Okay." The aunt went to fill her with bird's nest.

When Shen Daiyi passed the living room, she saw Liu Wanshu sitting on the sofa, waiting quietly for a long time.

Liu Wanshu asked, "How do you feel tonight?"

"so so."

"Don't like Aunt Song Mingqing's son?"

"Well, no eyesight."

Liu Wanshu said: "Five minutes ago, your aunt Song Mingqing called me and said that his son is very satisfied with you. If the other party is a good person, you can contact him again. Don't rush to judge the other party."

If Shen Daiyi really used her eyes to find a boyfriend, with her picky personality, she might not be able to get married in this life. Liu Wanshu knows her daughter too well.

Shen Daiyi didn't want to have too much contact with Song Zhiqian at all, but her mother would definitely not agree. At the beginning of the year, her grandmother also wanted her to find someone to settle down with. If she had to, she might be able to find another man?

She even made up her mind, if she really got involved with Song Zhiqian too deeply and was brought together by the two elders, wouldn't she really have to call Song Qingyan a cousin?

Can't be his girlfriend, but a cousin?

No no no.

Shen Daiyi panicked in her heart.

Liu Wanshu hesitated for a moment: "I really don't like it, what else will Mom do for you?"

"Okay, I love you, Mom." She changed her face in a second, smiling brightly like spring.

Liu Wanshu could only tell Song Mingqing what her daughter meant.

Shen Daiyi went back to the room, took off her cloak, and fell on the bed,

Looking down from the top, the curve is sultry.

Gu Jiazhi's message rang again from the phone: "Dai Meiren, you used to have a good eye, Song Qingyan is really the best man!"

This man is especially famous in the business world. He took over the family company at a young age and managed the business well.At his age, there are very few people who can achieve this height. Not only are many figures worshiped by Kuo Shao in Beijing, but also the noble sons of nobles who want to be pulled down from the altar by many celebrities and who want to get their hands on immortals.

The screen was full of Gu Jiazhi's popular science on Song Qingyan's identity, but Shen Daiyi glanced at it twice and didn't think much of it at all.

Gu Jiazhi popped up another message: "Dai Dai, this Song Qingyan's hands are really sexy, and many people are saying that they are suitable for that kind of thing."

that kind of thing...

Shen Daiyi understood.

How dare they!

When she used to chase Song Qing to play, at most she just wanted to touch his hand and appreciate it like a work of art.

How could they be so bitter!

But... what does it matter to her?

"Oh, I'm not interested in him now." Shen Daiyi chose to drop this topic.

-

After the spring snow, the weather has warmed up, and the bare branches have sprouted young leaves.

Shen Daiyi will go to the medical clinic for consultation in odd numbers. On weekdays, she will study at home and study the books and medical records about Chinese medicine left by her grandfather Liu Wensheng for many years. There are many intractable diseases that she has never seen before. She left a prescription, and otherwise, she was either messing with her medicine fields, or sleeping late at home.

On Sunday, she wanted to listen to Kunqu opera on a whim, so she bought a ticket.

Shen Daiyi was wearing a dark green knit dress and a coat. The earrings were light green gemstones, decorated with small pearls around the outside, which had a sense of age. She came down from upstairs in high heels.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was her younger brother Shen An. Shen An was three years younger than Shen Daiyi. He was a senior at Peking University and was about to graduate this year. He was the only rebel in the Shen family who did not practice medicine. The son inherits the father's business, and the relationship between father and son is not harmonious.

Shen An studied in the Department of Computer Science and started his own business. The Shen family didn't give him any funding, and even cut off his pocket money.

Shen Daiyi wanted to give him her pocket money to support him in starting a business, but Shen An didn't want it.

Shen An stayed up all night working on the program last night, and was called back to have lunch with his family in the morning. After the meal, he nestled on the sofa, closed his eyes, and was wearing a black sweater. His facial features are somewhat similar to those of Shen Daiyi, but his facial features are not soft, they are sharp and compelling, and a little gorgeous and coquettish.

"An'an, why don't you go upstairs to sleep?" Shen Daiyi asked with concern as the siblings had a good relationship.

Shen Bo'an opened his eyes: "I have something to talk about this afternoon. I heard from my mother that you and Song Zhiqian had a blind date?"

He just heard about this and waited downstairs for Shen Daiyi to come down to ask about it.

"Ah."

"He's unreliable." Shen An's voice was laziness, "every day, he has scandals with female celebrities, and there are a lot of young women around him, so he's not good enough for you."

Shen Daiyi smiled: "I know, I didn't mean that."

The two went out together, halfway through, Shen An also made a phone call, asking if the other party would consider investing.

At this time, in the most magnificent and luxurious guild hall in northern Beijing, during the day, the whole building looks magnificent and luxurious from a distance, but at night, it is full of luxury and luxury. The people who come here are all people who are either rich or expensive in northern Beijing.

It was not dark, and in a private room, several wealthy young men gathered to play cards. They did not dare to move too loudly, for fear of disturbing the man sitting in the dark with his eyes closed.

Song Qingyan had a dinner here at noon, drank a lot of wine, and had to discuss business with others in the afternoon, so he was too lazy to go back to the company, so he stayed here to rest for a while

A female companion brought by a wealthy young man glanced cautiously into the dark.

With just one glance, it's hard to look away.

Song Qingyan was leaning on the sofa, with his long legs crossed, one hand resting on his knees, and the other casually dropped on the sofa. It was indeed a pair of hands that made people fantasize about it. The dignity and calmness in the man's bones, the sense of alienation that rejects thousands of miles, It is the cause of temptation to sin.

Fu Botang held the cards in his hand, and his voice was amplified: "Get the contract ready and come to Yese Clubhouse. The game developed by your team is very interesting."

"Boss Fu has good eyesight, no wonder you earn a lot of money."

Fu Botang laughed out loud: "You are so interesting, I wanted to ask you last time. Your Shen family has been a doctor for generations. How did you think about engaging in game development?"

Shen An casually replied: "If you want to do it, you can do it."

Fu Botang snorted: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Shen Daiyi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, kept paying attention to the outside, and seeing that Shen An didn't intend to slow down, she reminded: "An'an, the theater is here, we have to drive too far."

When this voice sounded, it made the young masters who played cards stunned. It was just a nice voice, the kind that could shake people to the bone.

Shen An hung up the phone and parked the car: "Sister, have a good weekend and have fun."

The phone hung up suddenly, Fu Botang clicked his tongue, the cigarette in his hand was almost flickering, he raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and saw Song Qingyan in the corner woke up.

Fu Botang took a sip of wine: "Did I disturb you by calling?"

Song Qingyan raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "Is it the Shen family who talked to you on the phone just now?"

He heard Shen Daiyi's voice.

Fu Botang asked: "Well, son of the Shen family, Shen An, I heard that kid Zhiqian had a blind date with the daughter of the Shen family, Shen Daiyi, whom the Shen family has never met? The night before yesterday, he posted on Moments saying they fell in love. What happened to them?"

"There is no follow-up." Song Qingyan replied lightly.He got up and drank the red wine in front of him: "I still have business to discuss, excuse me."

After he came out, he took out his mobile phone, called his assistant, and told him to change his afternoon schedule to the big theater.

Standing at the gate of the theater, Shen Daiyi ordered the Kunqu Opera "The Romance of the West Chamber". After getting off the bus, she realized that she had misremembered the time. It didn't start at three o'clock, but five o'clock.

Fortunately, there are many scenic spots near the Grand Theater to visit. After the end, you can have dinner before going back.

Shen Daiyi bought a ticket to a nearby art museum. This art museum is semi-elliptical in shape and exudes a very textured luster. There are many exquisite artworks displayed in the hall. Most of these artworks are unique and highly ornamental.

The design here is also full of sense of technology, and the borderless stairs seem to travel through time and space.

Shen Daiyi visited the place inside and out, and even bought a piece of art.

Collecting antiques is one of her hobbies.

It happened to be around the same time, so she returned to the theater and gave her a ticket to enter.

One after another, tempting people entered the arena. She bought the best viewing position. She found the front row seat and took a seat.

When the scene was about to start, another person came to the side. There was a figure who seemed to be a foreigner, and beside him was a clear figure.

Foreigners come to listen to Kunqu Opera?

Can you understand?

Shen Daiyi raised her head curiously, and found that standing beside the foreigner was Song Qingyan whom she had only met on Friday night.

From the moment he came in, Shen Daiyi heard him communicating with the foreigner in English, introducing the history of Kunqu Opera, an intangible cultural heritage in their country.

Hearing him speaking English, Shen Daiyi's thoughts went back to that year in Pingjiang, Song Qingyan once taught her to practice oral pronunciation.

Her English is indeed not good, and she was criticized by the teacher by name.

Once in class, she accidentally fell asleep, and the English teacher angrily asked her to stand up and recite a passage in English. Coincidentally, Song Qingyan passed by their class and heard it.

After Shen Daiyi found out, she was so ashamed and angry that she didn't go to Song Qingyan for three days.

In the end, she still had the cheek to go to him, with a delicate voice: "Song Qingyan, your English is so good, can you teach me how to pronounce it?"

"it is good."

That was the first time Song Qingyan agreed to her request so easily.

Shen Daiyi's skirt was rubbed, she was more sensitive, after realizing it, the man passed by her side, raised his head slightly, and could see his slender neck and slightly protruding Adam's apple on his tie.

Song Qingyan sat on the empty seat beside her, and she smelled the faint and cold fragrance of his body again.

Shen Daiyi lowered her eyebrows slightly, even if she came out to listen to a Kunqu opera, she could bump into him.