Song Ci's heart ached.
The only person she didn't miss in her previous life was Yan Jiang.
Song Ci rubbed his chest with his hands, and said, "I have nothing to do. I went to interview a pilot today and got an internship opportunity. How about it, do you want to have a drink together to celebrate?"
Song Ci decided to treat Yan Jiang better, after all, he was the only one who cried for her outside the emergency room. Maybe after death, he will be the only one who burns papers for her every death day.
"Okay, come out, cheer up the bar!"
"Okay, I'm going to change clothes."
After changing her clothes, Song Ci put down her curly hair, put on heavy makeup, and put on sunglasses. She squatted in front of the dressing mirror to take a selfie, and posted it directly on Weibo without beauty, before heading to the bar.
On the other side, after Li Li was sent home by Han Zhan's driver, out of curiosity, he went to Weibo to search Song Ci, wanting to know about Han Zhan's trainee pilot in advance. The main thing is to see how beautiful she is.
After reading Song Ci's Weibo, Li Li realized that this girl was a real beauty, so he silently followed her.
There is no man who does not love beautiful women.
Just as Li Li was about to quit Weibo, he discovered that Song Ci had updated a new post just now. Out of curiosity, Li Li glanced at it.
Song Song Song Song Ci V: I will be the coolest girl in Wangdongcheng tonight, picture .jpg.
Li Li enlarged the picture.
In the picture, Song Ci is wearing a black low-cut camisole, paired with a washed blue denim shirt, and only a pair of shorts are wrapped around her coveted sexy long legs, which can barely cover her buttocks.
She was squatting in front of a floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror, holding her mobile phone in her right hand to take pictures, and her left hand brushing up her long curly hair on her forehead. Just looking at the static picture, one can feel the seductiveness emanating from Song Ci's body.
Seeing this, Li Li shook his head and sighed inwardly: It's over.
It seems that this girl can't help Han Zhan get out of the sea of singleness.
Han Zhan has three dislikes about the girls around him—
Firstly, she doesn't like long hair, secondly, she doesn't like an enchanting figure, and thirdly, she doesn't like being coquettish.
Very good, Song Porcelain has it all. "
Arriving at the bar, Song Ci went straight to the second floor and found Yan Jiang at the booth on the left.
Yanjiang is a wonderful flower.
He is an actor, he is regarded as the most beautiful male star in the entertainment industry, and his debut is the pinnacle.
He is the mainstay of traffic stars.
Because of her extreme beauty, it was difficult for Yan Jiang to get a suitable role. He has a particularly picky vision, and he refuses to shoot scripts that have no connotation, so he has been in the embarrassment of being popular but having no dramas to shoot.
Three years ago, Yu Ji wanted to ridicule him that he had no movies to make, but knowing that he had only made one movie, he asked him a sharp question—
"Which do you think is your most perfect work?"
Yan Jiang's answer is still praised today. He said: "I am the most perfect work."
Some people ridiculed Yan Jiang's eyes were higher than the top, and he was arrogant. But his Yangou still loves him to the core.
Yan Jiang and Song Ci were neighbors when they were young. The two families are next to each other, and they have a very close relationship. Later, after an earthquake disaster, Song Ci was adopted by the Mu family, and Yan Jiang and Song Ci and Song Fei's sisters broke off contact.
After growing up, Song Ci became the number one celebrity in Wangdu, a big V on Weibo. Yan Jiang became a male star, the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry, the two met at a fashion event, and only after talking in detail did they recognize each other as their childhood friends.
The little friends who sneaked together when they were young, reunited when they grew up, naturally cherished each other, and became the best bad friends.
Interestingly, as a male artist, Yan Jiang is proficient in basic medicine, clinical medicine, and forensic medicine. Few people know that Yan Jiang's ambition is to become a forensic doctor.
He often said that if the entertainment industry could no longer survive, he would become a forensic doctor and deal with the dead.
When Song Ci saw Yan Jiang, Yan Jiang was holding a medical anatomy book, eating popcorn and reading it with great interest.
Yan Jiang was wearing a pure white T-shirt with a long-sleeved black shirt with feather prints on it, a long silver necklace hanging around his neck, and his hair was slightly long.
The shape is simple and not exaggerated, but the most handsome man is the most beautiful man, and he is too handsome to wear a T-shirt and a shirt casually.
Sitting down beside Yan Jiang, Song Ci poured himself a glass of wine.
Yan Jiang turned his head, looked at Song Ci for a long time, and suddenly said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you are a little different." This person acted high-profile and arrogant, but his voice was gentle and elegant.
Song Ci stopped drinking.
She looked at Yan Jiang, pretending to be mysterious and said, "What's the difference? See if your guess is right."
Yan Jiang looked into the depths of Song Ci's eyes, he pursed his lips, and said, "It's even more coquettish."
Song Ci immediately poured the remaining sip of wine in the cup onto Yan Jiang's face.
Yan Jiang has long been used to Song Ci's hot cannon-like style.
While wiping the wine stains on his face with a towel, he made a tsk sound, threatening Song Ci: "You are finished, my face is insured, if you dare to pour wine on my face, you are not afraid of being handed over by my fans." Torn?"
Song Ci did not apologize sincerely: "I was wrong."
"I don't accept the apology." Yan Jiang wiped his face clean, folded the towel squarely, and threw it into the ashtray.
There are many problems.
Song Ci stared at the young people who were crazily releasing hormones on the dance floor on the first floor, and suddenly heard Yan Jiang say: "Did you encounter any difficulties? I think you are a little unhappy."
Song Ci looked back at him.
Under the flickering colored lights, Yan Jiang's face was serious.
Song Ci seemed to hear Yan Jiang's heart-piercing cries outside the emergency room, her heart trembled, and she leaned her head against Yan Jiang's head.
Yan Jiang froze for a moment, looking a little surprised.
Song Ci is a hot cannon, she never shows her weak side in front of others. Even Yan Jiang, who has the best relationship with her, has never seen her so fragile.
Yan Jiang couldn't help feeling worried.
"What happened, who bullied you?"
Song Ci said: "I finally believe that if one day I die, if there is one person who will cry for me, that person must be you."
Because I heard you cry for me, in this life, I never want to hear it again.
Yan Jiang was a little confused by Song Ci's words, but also a little moved. Being moved, he decided to slap Song Ci away with a slap. "Go away, don't try to take the opportunity to eat my tofu."
Song Ci was sad, but when Yan Jiang pushed her, she suddenly tilted her body and bumped into a passing waiter. It happened that the tray in the waiter's hand was full of wine, Song Ci's collision caused the tray to fall, and the wine was poured all over Song Ci like that.
This series of operations of betting on orphans made people dumbfounded.
Song Ci: ""
That's why Yan Jiang was born handsome and handsome, but Song Ci couldn't feel love for him.
Yan Jiang didn't expect such a tragedy to happen, and the two stared at each other.
"I apologize." Yan Jiang raised his hands in surrender.
Song Ci: "Get lost!"
It was too late to chat, Yan Jiang took the initiative to settle the bill, and walked out of the bar with Song Ci.
Holding his anatomy book in his arms, Yan Jiang stared at Song Ci's wet hair, feeling guilty. "I called a driver, how do you go back?"
Song Ci said, "I'll take Didi."
After speaking, Song Ci suddenly stared at the opposite side of the road without blinking.
Yan Jiang looked over and saw Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu stood with several girls, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, half of her body was weakly leaning against a girl next to her.
One night, Song Ci grabbed Han Zhan's tie, stared into his focused eyes, and said, "I heard you don't like coquettish women with fluttering hair, enchanting figure?"
Han Zhan didn't hesitate: "Yes."
Song Ci clicked his tongue, "Then what do you like?"
Han Zhan: "Song porcelain."
(end of this chapter)