After the kiss, Jiang Xingzhou used a little force to pull the powerless Song Ci to lie on top of him.
Song Ci sat with her legs across his waist and breathed in small sips over his heart.
"Why am I in your room?" Song Ci asked softly with her eyes closed.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately became excited and described what happened last night with exaggeration. Song Ci was so shocked that his mouth opened wide.
She asked incredulously, "Did I take the initiative?"
"Yes, Song Song, you don't even know how scared I was. I'm still a pure and innocent social animal. You fell asleep on my bed in an instant and did this and that to me. I wanted to call for help right then."
Song Ci: “.”
Okay, now she knows Jiang Xingzhou is lying to her.
Her fists didn't have much power, and they hit Jiang Xingzhou lightly, not even having the effect of a massage, just like scratching an itch.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed happily: "Why are you so smart today?"
Song Ci: "Wasn't I smart before?"
"Ah..." Jiang Xingzhou broke out in cold sweat. It turned out that his girlfriend spoiled him too much so he would find loopholes like this. "Smart, of course she's smart. My Song Song is the smartest."
"Hmph~" Song Ci looked extremely proud, and rubbed Jiang Xingzhou's chest complacently. The upturned ending tone made Jiang Xingzhou feel itchy.
How can there be such a lovely person.
He reached out and rubbed Song Ci's back, again and again. Song Ci suddenly raised her head and stared at him intently.
"do what?"
"Did we do anything... last night?"
Jiang Xingzhou's breathing stagnated. Should he tell Song Ci that he was full of energy after getting up early? If Song Ci didn't mind, he could make up for what he didn't do last night.
As if feeling the solidification of the air, Song Ci Fuzhi understood something in his heart. He immediately climbed down from him and began to look for his clothes.
"It's time to get up, um... get up, get up quickly, we still have to go for a run..."
However, her pants had long been thrown to the end of the bed by Jiang Xingzhou, so how could she find clothes at the head of the bed
Jiang Xingzhou stretched out his hand and pulled her to sit on top of him.
"Song Song, you will really get beaten if you do this."
Song Ci Quail dared not say a word.
Jiang Xingzhou added with a smile: "But I can teach you how to make up for it so that you won't get beaten."
Hearing this, Song Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to meet Jiang Xingzhou's smiling eyes.
Song Ci: “.”
…
…
…
Of course it was impossible to run. By the time the two of them finished washing up, it was already past nine o'clock.
Having wasted the entire day yesterday, the two of them had no interest in having breakfast anymore, so they just ate some snacks and started working.
At around eleven o'clock in the morning, the editor of Songci sent a message.
Jiutian: Honey! Someone is here to discuss copyright!
Jiutian: You know, those short dramas? But yours is more special, it will not be broadcast on video software, but on Kuaishou platform, and each episode will be shorter.
Jiutian: I’ve seen several other short dramas produced by this company and they all have good numbers of views. If you’re okay, we can talk about the follow-up together then.
Song Ci never thought that the copyright of his book would be sold one day.
Although it is not the film and television copyright in the traditional sense, but no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat!
Jiang Xingzhou was editing the video seriously when Song Ci next to him suddenly screamed and then threw himself on him.
He leaned back on the sofa with Song Ci on his back, and then asked, "What happened? Why are you so excited?"
"Copyright! I might have to sell the copyright of my novel!"
Jiang Xingzhou paused for two seconds, then he turned around and hugged Song Ci and kissed her: "Great, Song Song, I knew you could do it!"
Seeing Jiang Xingzhou's excited expression, Song Ci gradually calmed down. She said rather embarrassedly, "Actually, it's just the copyright of that short play, and we haven't negotiated it yet. We just have the intention."
"That's amazing too! My Song Song is the best."
After saying this, he rewarded Song Ci with a very loud kiss.
Song Ci laughed sweetly: "No, let go, I'm going to talk to the editor about the follow-up first."
"Yeah." Jiang Xingzhou was quite well behaved and didn't cause any trouble for Song Ci.
"Then I'll go cook while you discuss with the editor."
"Okay~"
Jiang Xingzhou closed the computer and ran to cook.
Now he has evolved to the point where he can cook a delicious meal without looking at a tutorial, so she can be considered half a food blogger.
While cooking, Song Ci suddenly hugged him from behind.
Jiang Xingzhou raised his hand to block the two small hands that Song Ci had held in front of him to prevent them from being splashed by the hot oil in the pot.
"How did the talk go?"
Song Ci said happily: "I have already discussed it with the editor. I will set up a group with the staff from the company this afternoon to discuss it in detail."
"Okay, then I wish our Song Song a successful discussion this afternoon and hope we can get the best benefits!"
"Thank you Jiang Jiang~"
With Jiang Xingzhou's encouragement, Song Ci became more confident.
But the editor's reminder is still ringing in his ears, and Song Ci is not so arrogant as to be sure of success.
She raised this with Jiang Xingzhou: “The editor said that many of the subsequent negotiations failed, so he asked me not to have the mentality that I can sell it 100%.”
Jiang Xingzhou comforted her, "Since a company has already approached Song Song, it proves that your book has great potential. Even if the negotiation fails this time, there will definitely be another company that will approach you."
Song Ci pursed her lips happily. Jiang Xingzhou really knew how to comfort her.
"Then I'll borrow Jiang Jiang's good words~"
"Relax, the editor didn't say it would fail, right?"
"yes!"
"Okay, go wash your hands, we can eat now that the dish is ready."
"Yeah~ It's great to have Jiang Jiang."
Song Ci happily let him go, then pulled him down, bent over, kissed him on the face, and happily ran to wash her hands.
Jiang Xingzhou stayed there alone for a long time, reminiscing about the past.
All the Song Dynasty porcelain items were complete, and the copyright company also came with sincerity, so the afternoon discussion was very successful.
Such a happy thing, fortunately Jiang Xingzhou is by her side, otherwise Song Ci really doesn’t know who to share it with.
Jiang Xingzhou heard what she said and suggested, "Why don't you add my mom on WeChat and tell her?"
"No, no," Song Ci immediately backed off, "What's the point of sharing it with your mother?"
"So what? We're a family sooner or later, and she's still your mother."
"Hmm~~ Jiang Xingzhou~"
Song Ci twisted around in his arms embarrassedly. How could this man be like this? He didn't even blush when he said such embarrassing words.
"Okay, okay, then you can tell me when you remember it. I will respond to you in the same role as you want me to play."
Song Ci's eyes were moist, and she threw herself into his arms again: "Jiang Xingzhou, it's great to have you."
**
It seems that everything is developing in a good direction. The number of fans of Jiang Xingzhou's video account is increasing day by day, and the number of video views is getting more and more gratifying, which leads to a higher income. In addition, their common business, the number of fans of the food blogger video account is also increasing little by little, plus some cooperative advertising, the money they make every month is also very pleasant.
The weather is getting colder day by day, but their lives are getting better and better.
Before we knew it, the winter solstice arrived.
"Song Song, should we buy frozen dumplings today or make them ourselves?"
"Wrap it myself!" Song Ci was very confident.
Jiang Xingzhou particularly likes Song Ci's confident look, she looks as if she really knows how to wrap.
In fact, after being together for so long, when they think about it carefully, it seems that they have never made dumplings by themselves.
That’s right, what young couple would have nothing better to do at home and make dumplings
However, as a food blogger, Song Ci can already knead the dough and make the fillings. Now he is just combining the two into one. There is nothing wrong with that.
Knowing that they were not experienced, at eleven o'clock the two of them closed their computers, tidied up the coffee table, and prepared to start making dumplings together on the coffee table.
After making the dough one by one, Song Ci finally noticed that they didn't know how to roll out the dough!
"this… "
"How about I give it a try?" Jiang Xingzhou asked tentatively.
Song Ci looked over, curious about how he rolled out the dough.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled, then began to knead the dough, shaping it into dough skin.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
Wow, that's great!
Jiang Xingzhou seemed to feel that what he was doing was a bit outrageous, so he gave up.
"Let me call my mom. Today is the weekend and she probably doesn't have classes." Jiang Xingzhou took out his cell phone from his pocket with his flour-covered hands.
The phone case and the phone screen were instantly stained with white flour.
Song Ci wanted to stop him, but at worst they could just go to Baidu.
But Jiang Xingzhou’s video call has already been broadcast.
After a while, the call was connected.
Ms. Lin's voice came from the receiver: "What are you calling for, little brat?"
Jiang Xingzhou said sweetly: "Mom, happy winter solstice, I'm here to send you my blessings."
"Don't be so funny. Why are you calling? Did you eat dumplings today during the Winter Solstice?" Ms. Lin asked.
Jiang Xingzhou placed his phone in place, and Jiang Xingzhou and Song Dynasty porcelain appeared in the small frame at the same time.
Song Ci blushed a little, licked her lips and shyly called out: "Happy Winter Solstice, Auntie."
"Oh, it's Cici. Happy Winter Solstice, Happy Winter Solstice."
Seeing Ms. Lin's expression change immediately, Jiang Xingzhou curled his lips.
I was looking down on him just now, but why is Song Ci smiling so happily beside me
Oh.
"Did Ci Ci eat dumplings today?" asked Ms. Lin.
Song Ci's cheeks turned even redder, and she answered truthfully: "Not yet, we are planning to make dumplings ourselves."
"That's great. The ones I make myself taste better." Ms. Lin immediately liked the Song porcelain better.
"Ci Ci, don't spoil him. If he makes trouble, tell me and I will teach him a lesson for you."
"Mom..." Jiang Xingzhou was speechless.
"No, auntie, he's very good."
Jiang Xingzhou immediately hugged Song Ci proudly, and the flour on his hands rubbed Song Ci's shoulders white.
Ms. Lin was sharp-eyed and noticed it, and quickly said, "You little bastard, let go of me. You made Cici's beautiful clothes all pink..."
Jiang Xingzhou was so scared that he went to check it out and found it was true, so he slapped it subconsciously.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
Ms. Lin complained: "Your hands are covered in flour. It would be strange if you didn't take a photo to make them whiter."
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
"Okay, okay, mom," Jiang Xingzhou was about to get straight to the point, "How do you roll out the dumpling wrappers?"
"Dumpling wrappers? Just roll them like this," Ms. Lin gestured to Lao Jiang who was hiding behind the camera. "Come over here and clap my hands. I'll show the kids how to do it."
The picture shook for a while and then stopped, and Ms. Lin's hand appeared in the field of vision.
Jiang Xingzhou then discovered that Ms. Lin was also making dumplings at home.
"Look, take this and roll it, you know? Just press it on the dough... just like this... roll it... and it's done."
Ms. Lin withdrew her hands and picked up the dough she had just rolled out to show it, "Do you see it like this?"
Jiang Xingzhou nodded: "I see."
Song Ci turned to look at Jiang Xingzhou blankly and asked blankly: "Have you learned it?"
Jiang Xingzhou shook his head as a matter of course: "No."
Song Ci choked: "Then you..."
"I said I saw it, I didn't say I learned it."
Song Ci was silent.
This made sense, and she couldn't refute it.
Ms. Lin, who listened to the entire discussion between the two, said: "…"
"If all else fails, you two can go to the supermarket and buy ready-made ones. You don't have to roll them yourself."
"Mom," Jiang Xingzhou suddenly called out, "I noticed that we don't have the tool you have in your hand."
"Hmm?" Ms. Lin was puzzled. "This? We have it at home..."
Jiang Xingzhou blushed, cough...
How to explain that he just accidentally classified himself and Song Ci into the same family, and it had nothing to do with Ms. Lin.
"Ah... no, I mean... well, that's it, you're right, Mom, you're so wise!"
Jiang Xingzhou's nonsense made Ms. Lin suspicious: "What are you talking about, kid? There are ready-made rolls in the supermarket. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to roll them. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you when you come back for the New Year."
Finally, Ms. Lin complained: "When you were a child, I asked you to learn but you didn't. Now you can't do it anymore and you ask your mother for help."
Jiang Xingzhou smiled awkwardly.
Song Ci next to him was still immersed in Jiang Xingzhou's recent slip of the tongue.
Jiang Xingzhou just assigned himself and him to the same family in front of his parents.
So exciting.
Fortunately, my aunt didn’t notice.
Song Ci's heart was pounding, and her fingers were nervously tugging at the hem of her coat, afraid that Jiang Xingzhou would say something wrong again.
"Forget it then," Jiang Xingzhou said, "Let's just buy some ready-made ones and then make other things here."
Ms. Lin nodded in agreement: "Okay, then do you two know how to wrap it? Do you need me to show you how to do it?"
"Yes." Jiang Xingzhou said bluntly.
"Where is Cici?" Ms. Lin noticed Song Ci next to her and was a little nervous, so she took the initiative to cue her.
Jiang Xingzhou was a talkative guy, so she didn't even have a chance to say a few words to Song Ci.
Song Ci said obediently: "Auntie who needs it, thank you auntie."
"Oh hahaha..." Ms. Lin smiled and waved her hands, "I'm not that polite."
"Then I'll show you."
"Yeah, thank you, Auntie." Song Ci also nodded, which made Jiang Xingzhou happy.
"Lao Jiang, get your phone back so I can show them how to make dumplings."
Ms. Lin demonstrated as she wrapped the dumplings, and soon a dumpling was formed. It looked plump and had quite a bit of filling inside.
"Have you learned it?"
Jiang Xingzhou answered confidently, "I learned it!"