In the end, the two people each held two bouquets of flowers. The bouquet of red roses held by Jiang Xingzhou was twice as big as Song Ci's.
The two of them attracted a lot of attention when they came out of the flower shop. Jiang Xingzhou felt a little embarrassed, as he always felt that he was being pretentious for holding a bouquet that was bigger than a Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Ci smiled and said, "This is my love for you."
The little girl put on light makeup today, which made her pretty face look even more charming. She seemed to have put on eyeliner, which made her big eyes look even bigger.
At this moment, her bright eyes, blinking at him, were full of smiles, which made people unconsciously drawn in and become happy with her.
Jiang Xingzhou curled his lips.
"Well, I have to keep the love Song Song gave me well."
Jiang Xingzhou raised his hand and patted the rose, just like he usually patted Song Ci's head, and his eyes looked extremely gentle.
Song Ci was confused by his direct reaction. She pursed her lips in silence and turned her face away, but she couldn't stop the smile on her lips.
Seeing that she was walking on the wrong path, Jiang Xingzhou freed one hand to pull her towards him and asked, "Do you want to walk around for a while?"
Song Ci looked at the flowers in the hands of the two people in distress and said, "Go home first and come back later."
"Okay," Jiang Xingzhou smiled, "My hairstyle isn't cheap, so I need to go out for a walk again."
Song Ci blushed at what he said and pouted: "You wanted to do it yourself."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
He is quite good at putting the blame on others.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled silently twice, then hugged Song Ci in his arms and walked home with her.
Maybe the atmosphere between the two of them was so good that passers-by wanted to take a picture even if they didn’t know them.
Just like that, someone who came across them posted a video with their photos.
The blogger himself didn’t know that the two of them were internet celebrities. He only found out about them after his fans reminded him after the video became popular.
The video went viral not because they are internet celebrities.
Just like how Jiang Xingzhou became famous for buying flowers on a bicycle in slippers, this time it was the same, he became famous without any warning.
Maybe it's related to love.
Of course, the two people who were concentrating on making the most of Jiang Xingzhou's daily hairstyle didn't know what was happening on the Internet. After putting the flowers home, they went out to eat, drink and have fun, and naturally took a lot of photos.
They are not stars, so naturally they won't learn to dress up like stars when they go out to play.
The two of them put their best foot forward and happily strolled around together for an afternoon.
There was no hiding of the fact, and with the news spreading online, many fans ran into them again in the afternoon.
The two of them were having a lot of fun, and the fans just watched from a distance, taking pictures, etc., but no one came up to stop them to take photos.
When a couple is on a date, anyone who interrupts the other person would be struck by lightning, so no one would do that.
We are all adults.
It was also during lunch time that Song Ci took out her cell phone. Liang Ting sent her a message saying that she and Jiang Xingzhou were living very comfortably at home.
It was from Liang Ting's message that Song Ci learned about what happened on the Internet.
She looked up at Jiang Xingzhou helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Jiang Xingzhou patted her head and said, "Let them be, as long as they don't disturb our normal life. Let's eat. Order what you want to eat."
Song Ci smiled brightly: "Okay~"
In the evening, the two of them went back to edit videos and write, working together until after ten o'clock.
Seeing Song Ci stretching and stopping what he was doing, Jiang Xingzhou glanced at her and immediately sent a video.
“Look at this.”
Song Ci still had her arms raised above her head. She yawned and turned around: "What?"
She leaned over to Jiang Xingzhou's computer and squeezed in front of him forcefully. Jiang Xingzhou had no choice but to put his arm around her waist to protect her.
Song Ci's computer beeped, and Jiang Xingzhou's computer interface also changed to her dialog box interface, and the video was sent.
Jiang Xingzhou looked down at Song Ci, who was almost lying sideways in his arms, and scratched her chin with his fingertips.
"I sent it to you."
Song Ci hummed and moved closer to rub his hand, then puffed her cheeks and said, "I don't want to download it, so show it to me."
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.
Song Dynasty porcelain is becoming more and more outrageous.
but.
He likes it.
Helplessly, he lifted Song Ci's head up a little, lowered his head and kissed her: "Little lazy cat."
Having said that, he still released the video obediently.
Song Ci laughed foolishly twice, then turned his gaze to Jiang Xingzhou's computer, concentrating on watching the video he had edited.
They took a lot of pictures today, but very few videos. In Jiang Xingzhou's short three-minute video, there were actually only a few animated pictures, all of which were arranged one by one.
But Jiang Xingzhou has a lot of experience in editing, and he has carefully arranged the video and matched it with suitable songs, so the whole video looks very harmonious and beautiful.
It is obvious that the protagonist in the video is very happy and sweet.
After reading it, Song Ci propped up his head and climbed up, then kissed Jiang Xingzhou on the cheek.
"Thanks for your hard work, Jiang Jiang, but where should I post this?"
"Let's post both, a fresh video, the last video happened to be a bit dry."
"Hmm..." Song Ci thought for a moment and said, "But will this not be in line with the positioning of the account?"
"Um?"
“These are all our photos. We are on the food bloggers…”
Jiang Xingzhou: "... Food bloggers also have daily routines. Besides, isn't there a section in our video where we eat?"
Song Ci thought about it and said, "Okay, but do you want to post your daily life?"
"Okay, you decide."
Jiang Xingzhou kneaded Song Ci's cheeks, forcing her mouth to open, and leaned in for a kiss, then changed positions and wanted to kiss Song Ci's cheek.
As a result, Song Ci refused to cooperate and stepped back.
"Bukuyi!"
She stretched out her hands, climbed onto Jiang Xingzhou's wrists, pulled down hard, and finally broke free from Jiang Xingzhou.
"No, I haven't taken my makeup off yet. I have foundation on my face."
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
He leaned forward curiously and poked it with his finger: "I seem to see a little bit, but Song Song, isn't this foundation a little dark?"
"Ah? Not dark." Song Ci looked puzzled. This was the foundation that she felt very comfortable using.
Jiang Xingzhou said: "It is indeed a little dark, it seems that the foundation is not as white as your face."
Song Ci: "… Maybe it's because I wore makeup for too long, so it became dull."
“Oh…” I don’t understand.
"Then go and remove your makeup. Wearing makeup for so long is not good for your skin."
"Okay~"
Song Ci was pushed to remove her makeup.
After removing her makeup, she found her pajamas and walked out of the living room, saying, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Jiang Xingzhou looked up at her deeply.
They just replaced the lights in their house not long ago, so the living room is quite bright.
Song Ci had just washed her face. Even from such a distance, Jiang Xingzhou could see that her face was pale and full of collagen.
A few strands of slightly damp hair fell down uncontrollably, forming a half-covered shape on her forehead.
She was holding her pajamas in her hands. It was a warm pink and white outfit that was thick and suitable for winter wear.
It was not too small when it was rolled up, and Song Ci held it obediently against his chest.
Her posture inexplicably reminded Jiang Xingzhou of a scene he had seen on TV before, where the good student heroine held a book to her chest.
At this moment, the book becomes more charming when it is replaced with pajamas.
Jiang Xingzhou clenched his fist, put it to his lips and coughed twice, fearing that something would be wrong if he thought about it any further.
But it was also this that suddenly reminded him that he was not prepared for something.
So he stood up, walked to the stunned Song Ci, bent down and kissed her smooth face after she removed her makeup, and whispered, "Be careful, don't fall."
"Oh... OK." Song Ci didn't understand what was going on, and was pushed into the bathroom by Jiang Xingzhou.
Soon, the sound of clothes being taken off was heard in the bathroom. Jiang Xingzhou tiptoed to the entrance, put on his cotton jacket and went out.
It’s quite convenient now, there are 24-hour convenience stores everywhere.
There was one in the community, so Jiang Xingzhou went in, took a few things and quickly returned home.
He opened the door, took off his coat, shook off the cold air, and then returned to the living room.
The shopping items are already in my pocket.
Just because you may not need it today, does not mean you won’t need it in two days.
in case.
Listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Song Ci was still taking a bath.
Jiang Xingzhou let out a light breath, turned around and went to the bedroom, throwing his things into the bedside table.
According to Song Ci's personality, she would not turn over.
It doesn’t matter if you really find it.
At worst, we can use them together.
Although it was a reasonable thing to do, Jiang Xingzhou felt guilty for no reason.
He has done everything and only has one step left. It is only natural for him to prepare in advance. Why is he still shy
Jiang Xingzhou patted his cheek and turned around to find his pajamas.
Song Ci bought them for him when she was watching videos before. They are a one-piece pajamas and a dinosaur pajamas with a tail.
He likes Song Dynasty porcelain very much, but he doesn't like to wear it.
The main reason is that the tail is sticking there, which makes it very uncomfortable to sleep at night.
He still has the habit of sleeping half-naked.
Recently, because he had been sleeping in the same bed with Song Ci for a long time, he felt that he was a little obsessed with the feeling of skin contact.
Especially in winter.
Even though the quilt was so warm, Song Ci's legs felt a little cold. His hot thighs pressed against them, which felt very comfortable.
Song Dynasty porcelain is really a good choice for cooling down.
Of course, it's his.
Holding his pajamas, he returned to the living room and Song Ci had already come out, drying her hair.
Seeing him holding his pajamas, I was a little surprised: "Are you going to sleep in this tonight?"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After some hesitation, I hypnotized myself into thinking this was a reward for Song Ci.
He nodded gently: "Well, come here, let me blow dry your hair."
"Well, go take a shower, I'll just blow dry my hair myself."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"So good today?"
Song Ci came over and punched him unhappily: "Is this considered good?"
"Uh... not really, it's my fault," Jiang Xingzhou smiled and raised his hands in surrender, "Baby, remember to blow dry your hair, I'm going to take a shower."
He rubbed Song Ci's wet hair and ran into the bathroom.
There was steam hanging over the bathroom, and the air was filled with fog, which gave it a strange atmosphere.
However, if it were below, it might be more like a fairyland.
Song Ci sniffed subconsciously and began to take off her clothes one by one in the bathroom filled with the smell of Song Ci.
…
He took a quick shower, and when he came out, Song Ci's hair was not blow-dried yet.
He put the towel on his head, walked forward, put one hand on Song Ci's shoulder and held Song Ci's hand holding the hair dryer with the other hand.
Song Ci subconsciously looked up and hit her head on Jiang Xingzhou's chest.
She grinned, "Are you done washing?"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't hear clearly, so he turned off the hair dryer and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I asked, have you finished washing?"
"Yeah, I'm done."
Song Ci turned around and came face to face with him. She smiled and looked him up and down, then said with a smile, "How cute."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"Say it again."
“How cute.”
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Come again.
"Tsk," he pinched Song Ci's chin and lowered his head to kiss her.
After a while, Song Ci let her go when he felt his lips going numb.
"Now."
“How cute.”
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Seeing that he seemed to want to do it again, I immediately shook my head and changed the subject: "I was talking about your pajamas!"
In one sentence, Jiang Xingzhou's unhappiness was immediately stuck in an outlet, and then disappeared in an instant.
Let her go this time, Jiang Xingzhou thought.
He said seriously, "Bow your head and blow your hair."
He kept a straight face and didn't smile, which was quite intimidating. Song Ci immediately lowered his head obediently.
Jiang Xingzhou worked hard to blow dry her half-dry hair a little more.
Putting down the hair dryer, Jiang Xingzhou put his fingers on Song Ci's shoulder and turned Song Ci around manually.
Song Ci closed her eyes and did what she was told. Jiang Xingzhou checked her hair and said it was ok.
Jiang Xingzhou handed the towel on her head to her.
"I'll blow you too." Song Ci put the towel back on Jiang Xingzhou's head and was about to go to the government to sue.
Jiang Xingzhou was completely confused as a half-wet towel was thrown over his head and face.
The towel had been off his head for less than a minute, and this year it was back on his... face.
Tsk.
He took off the towel and watched Song Ci raise the hair dryer excitedly.
"Can."
He obediently took a half horse stance and reached a height that Song Ci could reach without lifting it too high.
Song Ci happily ran the hair dryer and quietly blew Jiang Xingzhou's hair.
The Song porcelain craftsmanship was average, but Jiang Xingzhou felt it was already very good, at least he didn't take the opportunity to pull her hair.
But it finally worked out.
Jiang Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and stroked his hair, and found that it was still fine.
He was just about to wash the towel.
Song Ci suddenly raised her hand and touched his hair.
He was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Song Ci followed his memory and found the pimple that was almost non-existent.
“No more.”
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
Song Ci added: "The hairstyle is gone too."
Jiang Xingzhou: "... I should say that one hundred yuan is gone."
Song Ci's eyes widened.
“So expensive?”
"Um."
"I'd better not do my hair next time. It's too expensive. I can give up the reward."
"… "
It's quite unfair to say that.