Du Xueyan, 31 years old, is the first Chinese female singer to be nominated for the Grammy Newcomer of the Year Award.
It's just a nomination, and it's excellent.
"It's Du Xueyan!" Song Ci couldn't hide her surprise and joy in her tone.
Song Ci took Han Zhan's arm, with an unconcealable excitement in his tone, "Brother Han, it's Du Xueyan, she's coming to Wangdongcheng for a concert! I wonder if I can get her ticket."
Hearing Song Ci yelling in his ear, Han Zhan looked up at the promotional video of the reunion on the screen. He reacted very lightly, the look in Du Xueyan's eyes when he looked at the Queen of the Siren Song was like looking at ordinary people.
He dragged Song Ci to a place with less traffic, and when the voices of the surrounding conversation gradually became quieter, Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci: "Do you like Du Xueyan very much?"
Song Ci was staring at a milk tea shop in front of her. Hearing Han Zhan's question, she nodded and said, "I'm a fan of her works. I've bought every album of hers, and I've been a fan of her for six or seven years."
Song Ci dragged Han Zhan to the milk tea shop, and asked, "Brother Han, have you heard Du Xueyan's song?"
Han Zhan's tone was a little cold, "I haven't listened to it on purpose, but I can always hear it in some places." Du Xueyan's popularity is too high, and those coffee shops and entertainment places on the street always love to play her songs.
"Then what do you think of her singing?"
Han Zhan commented pertinently: "Very good."
Song Ci pointed to the top of the building, and she said, "I, Song Ci, also admit that Du Xueyan is prettier than me."
Han Zhan looked at the woman on the big screen, then at Song Ci, he shook his head, "Not necessarily."
Song Ci was a little proud. "Hey, Brother Han thinks I'm prettier than Du Xueyan?"
Han Zhan suddenly stared at Song Ci's facial features seriously. Song Ci was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dodge, and let Han Zhan look at him openly.
Song Ci's appearance is bright and charming, her eye sockets are slightly deep, and she actually looks like a half-breed. Her eyes are slender and inner double. Just a casual eye makeup can turn all living beings upside down.
Upturned nose and vermilion lips, a natural beauty.
"You look better than her."
Song Ci was overjoyed, and was a little confused by Han Zhan's brainless praise. "Brother Han really has good eyes. Let's go, treat your little wife to drink milk tea!"
The business of the milk tea shop is very good, and the two waited in line for a long time to buy milk tea. Han Zhan bought a cup of normal temperature milk tea and handed it to Song Ci, "You can't drink iced ones now, so I ordered normal temperature ones for you."
Song Ci didn't dislike it either. She took the milk tea and asked Han Zhan, "You don't want to drink it?"
Han Zhan shook his head, "I'm not used to drinking."
Song Ci muttered something old and antique, then opened the milk tea and drank it. After only two sips, she couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone to take a picture and post on Weibo. After posting on Weibo, Song Ci handed the milk tea to Han Zhan: "I won't drink it anymore."
Holding the milk tea cup she handed over, Han Zhan said in surprise, "Didn't you just keep thinking about drinking milk tea? Just take two sips?"
Song Ci rubbed her stomach, and said, "If you drink too much and get fat, just post a Weibo and just put on a show."
Han Zhan really couldn't understand what the young girl was thinking. Based on the principle of not wasting, Han Zhan drank most of Song Ci's remaining cup of milk tea. After drinking milk tea, they went to the restaurant at just the right time.
Shenxiang restaurant has a good reputation and is expensive, and those who can come here to spend are those who are not short of money.
The first lady has long sleeves and is good at dancing, and has friends all over the world. Song Ci knew almost all those dignitaries and dignitaries in Wangdong City and Qian Jin Kuo Shao. As soon as Song Ci and Han Zhan entered the restaurant, they were recognized by acquaintances.
"Miss Song!" A long-haired girl in a light blue tube top dress whispered to Song Ci and waved.
Han Zhan lowered his head and asked Song Ci, "Know you?"
Song Ci replied to him: "Well, in this store, there are only three people I know."
Song Ci walked up to the girl holding Han Zhan's hand, and hugged her falsely. "Miss Jin, what a coincidence, you guys are coming here for dinner tonight." Miss Jin is the eldest daughter of the Jin family, her name is Jin Feng, and her family background is comparable to that of the Mu family.
Miss Jin looks good, but compared with Song Ci, she can only be crushed.
Women are jealous. On the surface, they have a deep affection for Sister Song Ci, but they don't know how to chew their tongues behind their backs. But when they met, they were able to hug each other with a smile, which was pretentious and ridiculous.
"Yes, Dongfang said that this restaurant tastes good, so bring me to try it." When she said this, she gave a sneaky glance to the handsome man opposite.
All of this was seen by Song Ci.
It seems that the rumors are true, Miss Jin got mixed up with the Second Young Master Dongfang.
Miss Jin touched Song Ci's neck brace, caring for her body: "I heard that you had a car accident a few days ago, isn't it serious? How long will you wear this neck brace?"
"It takes two or three weeks." After speaking, Song Ci looked at Jin Feng's date again.
The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but there are different classes, especially in Wangdongcheng.
Wangducheng, a prosperous first-tier city, naturally has no shortage of rich people, but the rich are also divided into classes, like the Mu family and the Jin family, they can only be regarded as third-rate families. The status of the Dongfang family is one level higher than that of the Jin family and the Mu family, which can be regarded as second-rate.
The real top families are the Cheng family of Chuandong Group and the Zhong family of Mingtai International.
The Dongfang Second Young Master in front of him is well dressed, and the watch on his wrist can buy Han Zhan's Volvo. Seeing Song Ci looking over by himself, the Second Young Master Dongfang nodded and said to Song Ci, "Miss Song and Xiaofeng are good friends, why not share a table together?"
Jin Feng looked sideways at Song Ci with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. Obviously, this girl is not happy to share the table with Song Ci. She was fishing for a man, Song Ci's foot in it was nothing.
Song Ci is the best at coming, she tactfully refused the second young master Dongfang: "Forget about sharing the table, next time, I have an appointment with someone today."
Hearing this, Jin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but the Second Young Master Dongfang shifted his gaze to Han Zhan. "This gentleman is..." He really couldn't match Han Zhan's face with the identities of the famous young and old he knew.
However, how can there be a man of ordinary status who can accompany Song Ci in and out of high-end restaurants? Therefore, even though Dongfang Second Young Master didn't know Han Zhan, he would not despise him, for fear of offending the mysterious boss.
"Miss Song, why don't you introduce to us the identity of the handsome guy next to you?" Miss Jin looked at Song Ci with a smile.
They were really curious about Han Zhan's identity.
Song Ci took Han Zhan's arm and introduced him to Miss Jin generously: "He is Han Zhan, my husband."
Song Ci's "my husband" caused a landslide and tsunami. The smile on Miss Jin's face disappeared, and the Second Young Master Dongfang also looked a little surprised.
"Husband" Miss Jin lost her voice: "Song Ci, you are married!" Even Miss Song stopped shouting, which shows how shocked Miss Jin was.
Miss Jin's exclamation attracted the attention of all the guests in the restaurant.
This is what Song Ci wanted.
She raised her left hand and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm married."
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