In the pub, the music was still warm and dynamic, and the light was still intertwined with colors, but this slap was like a spotlight effect, with Ji Mingshu as the center, all eyes gathered together.
—"Listen, can a slap make a sound?"
— "Bang, bang."
The people who eat melons answered silently in their hearts.
Xiaobaihua acted in an ancient puppet web drama some time ago. The web drama was played in a mindless and relaxed style. Although there was no logic, it was highly discussed.
At this moment, following the sound, many people recognized her, and the flashing lights that were secretly photographed were accompanied by whispers one after another.
In fact, everyone didn't pay much attention to the origin of the beating dispute. They were more surprised that someone did something at Zhang Ergong's birthday party. Did this young lady want to slap Zhang Er in the face or was she trying to make trouble
Zhang Baoshu, who was sitting not far away, was also completely in a daze.
Just now she couldn't see her face clearly from a distance, but seeing Ji Mingshu at close range now, she unconsciously began to agree with what Cen Sen said that night.
The bright pearl is on the side, why do we need fireflies.
The scene was silent for dozens of seconds amidst the hustle and bustle.
Xiao Baihua's friend came back to his senses, hurriedly protected Xiao Baihua, and shouted at Ji Mingshu: "Why are you like this, who are you! What do you want to do by beating someone?"
"That's right, if there's anything you can't say well, do you have the quality?" Another person also chimed in.
Xiao Baihua herself didn't make a sound, she just bit her lip and looked pitifully unrecovered.
But she quickly remembered that in Paris that day, it was this woman who stood up to Jiang Chun and forced Yan to apologize.
At that time, Yan didn't seem to want to quarrel with this woman, so this woman may have some background.
Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and bowed her head in silence, walking the White Lotus Trilogy so smoothly.
Her friend didn't realize it, and she still acted confidently that "we've been wronged too much", asking Ji Mingshu to explain each sentence one by one.
Ji Mingshu didn't even lift his eyelids. He took the warm towel that the little goose got out of nowhere and wiped his hands slowly. The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with disapproving arrogance. The majestic and fearless.
If someone had fought against Cen Sen at the scene tonight, they might have discovered that the couple were completely superior when dealing with others.
After a while, Second Young Master Zhang heard the sound and came over.
Xiao Baihua's friend is also extremely plastic, seeing Zhang Er approaching, her voice suddenly turned softly, and she wanted to take this opportunity to get angry at him, "Boss Zhang, what's wrong with this young lady, she just ran over and hit someone, today is your birthday Yes, this is not giving you face."
Zhang Er was numb for three seconds, looked left and right, but still didn't understand how these women who didn't match at all had an intersection.
Fortunately, he hadn't started drinking yet, so he was very clear-headed. After he figured out who hit whom, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon he turned his head and asked attentively, "Sister Shu, is your hand okay? Does it hurt? How about I get someone to get some medicine?"
Ji Mingshu smiled lightly, "It's okay, I'm sorry, it's your birthday, I should bear it."
She really didn't want to mess with others, but it was a coincidence that just now when she went to the bathroom with Jiang Chun, that bitch's "one slap can't be slapped" remark just fell into her ears , I did it for a while, without thinking too much.
Zhang Er waved his hand indifferently, "Hi! What a big deal! Sister, you just want to be happy, just be happy!"
He recruited someone again, changed a towel to cover Ji Mingshu's hands, and spouted glib flattering words.
When he found time, he glanced back at Xiao Baihua and her sisters, but he didn't do anything to them. After all, it was his birthday, and he didn't want to make the atmosphere too bad.
But there are people who don't know each other, Ji Mingshu doesn't want to cause trouble on other people's birthdays, and there are people who want to act coldly after she turns around.
Ji Mingshu paused for a while, then looked back.
The one who snorted coldly was Xiao Baihua's friend, who was rather arrogant, and didn't even look her in the eye.
Xiao Baihua kept covering the half of her face that was beaten, tears welled up in her eyes but didn't flow down.
Ji Mingshu thought it was funny, "I'm already a mistress, and I haven't made up my mind to be beaten at any time, and my professionalism is not in place."
Zhang Er also suddenly became angry, turned around and frowned impatiently: "What's the matter with you? Who brought this stuff in, and deliberately made things difficult for me in the past ten years, right? You put it here for my birthday Crying, how much hatred do I have with you?"
Xiao Baihua was shocked by this, and the tears that were still very technical in her eyes just now suddenly fell down.
Zhang Er was so angry that his brain was smoking, he didn't want to say anything, he just tried to tell people to get these bad guys out.
The people around were silent, and they didn't know whether they didn't react or were shocked by Zhang Er's illogical double standard.
Until the end of the birthday party, Jiang Chun still hadn't recovered.
She pulled Ji Mingshu and asked directly: "Why is Zhang Lin so flattering to you? Isn't their Zhang family also very powerful? It shouldn't be like this, it's hard to see."
"Of course his brother doesn't need it, but he wasn't born by Mrs. Zhang." Ji Mingshu said lightly.
Jiang Chun was confused, "What? He was not born to Mrs. Zhang? But he... isn't he very favored in the Zhang family?"
"Being favored doesn't conflict with him being an illegitimate child. Have you never studied logic?"
"No." Jiang Chun answered seriously.
Ji Mingshu choked up, and asked again: "You have been in the imperial capital for several years, why don't you know anything?" She was really surprised by the ignorance of this little goose.
But Jiang Chun was not ashamed but proud, with a stupid look like I was ignorant but I was very righteous, he put his arm around her and said, "No one told me before, you know everything, so teach me."
"don't want."
"You just stood out to me, aren't we good friends? Have you ever heard of what is called 'a sister for life'?"
I've never heard of it, who is a good sister to you little goose.
Ji Mingshu gave a look of "Please stop touching porcelain immediately".
Jiang Chun, however, held her tightly and threatened her with going to the bathroom in the men's bathroom. He insisted on dragging her to his car, saying that he wanted to take her to see the luxury car he bought in the city center. apartment.
Along the way, Ji Mingshu was pestered by Jiang Chun and told a lot about rich and powerful families, Jiang Chun was stunned when he heard it.
When they entered the apartment elevator, they were still discussing a model couple in the circle.
Jiang Chun asked in surprise: "Is there really such a mess? I thought they were very affectionate, but according to what you said, everyone gets what they need, and not many people really love each other."
Ji Mingshu was about to nod his head and tell her the painful fact that "reality is all over the place".
But after Jiang Chun swiped the elevator card, he corrected himself: "No, I think you and Cen Sen are fine, Cen Sen dotes on you so much."
...
Ji Mingshu couldn't refute for a moment.
Jiang Chun's apartment is not far from Baicui Tianhua, about ten minutes' drive away, and it is also a prime location, but the business district here is denser, and it will be a bit noisy at night.
But Jiang Chun herself likes it very much, and there are all her favorite milk tea shops within a radius of 500 meters.
As soon as he entered, Ji Mingshu was shocked.
Jiang Chun also introduced to her like a treasure, "How about it? Look here, and here, I asked the designer to change it. It was originally a hardcover room, but the original design was too inhumane and ugly. .”
"Can it be more ugly than what you changed?" Ji Mingshu looked at the plastic flower sliding door closet at the urban-rural junction on one wall, and felt like he was dreaming back to the 1990s overnight, "Are you planning to open a farmhouse at home?"
Looking at the ugly house that Jiang Chun regarded as a treasure, Ji Mingshu didn't know where to start.
But Jiang Chun is still very stubborn, pulling her back and forth to introduce her who has no desire to visit, in an attempt to change her aesthetics.
Ji Mingshu stopped in front of the bookcase and looked at the books inside: "My Private Makeup Technique", "How to Grab His Heart", "How to Make a Temperamental Beauty", "One Hundred Ways to Improve EQ", "The Cold CEO of an Offline Angel"...
Seeing Ji Mingshu staring at the book titled "President", Jiang Chun took it out and handed it to her, "The name is a bit ugly, but it's actually pretty good, take a look."
Ji Mingshu couldn't avoid it, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Take it away, I never watch this kind of thing, what's your taste."
Jiang Chun: "Really don't read it? How can there be girls who don't read romance novels? You're so strange."
If I read romance novels, I don’t want to read such ancient novels, okay? Ji Mingshu sneered with a blank face.
Jiang Chun also pulled her to force Amway, "But I don't read paper books very much now, you can download the Jinjiang app, the novels on Jinjiang are pretty good."
Ji Mingshu didn't answer.
After visiting the ugly house, the two sat on the sofa and chatted again.
Ji Mingshu has always had no concept of time, as long as he is not sleepy, he can keep his eyes open until dawn.
It was Jiang Chun who reminded me suddenly, "G, it's almost twelve o'clock, do you want to send a message to your husband to report, if you don't go back so late, he will be worried about you."
Subconsciously, Ji Mingshu wanted to say, "He's not my boss, I'll report to him", but in order not to break the little goose's last hope for a good marriage, she said "um" perfunctorily, and opened WeChat again.
Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen's chat history is still stuck on the rainbow fart last time.
Jiang Chun glanced, but didn't read the whole thing, and sighed in surprise and envy: "I can't see that your husband is so good at talking."
Ji Mingshu: "..."
She thought for a while, if she reported to Cen Sen that she hadn't returned yet according to Jiang Chun's intention, Cen Sen's brain circuit would probably feel that her sudden report was implying that she was kidnapped.
So let's talk about the topic.
She remembered the noodles cooked by Cen Sen and had an idea.
Ji Mingshu: [What duck are you eating tonight.]
After posting, Ji Mingshu admired it for himself, it was a very good, normal conversation, and it would not appear that she was inexplicably enthusiastic. Moreover, the cute tone gave Jiang Chun the illusion that "our husband and wife relationship is really good".
About three minutes later, Cen Sen actually wrote back to her.
Cen Sen: [I didn't eat the duck.]
When Jiang Chun saw the news, he said with affection in his eyes: "Your husband is so cute. It turns out that he is this type in private, and he really can't see g at all."
She hurriedly pushed Ji Mingshu, and urged: "He said he didn't eat, so he must want you to comfort him, please reply quickly!"
Ji Mingshu's back felt numb, and he felt that tonight's Cen Sen was as cute as if his account had been stolen.
In the next second, new news came in on WeChat.
Cen Sen: [Eat bamboo shoots.]
Jiang Chun & Ji Mingshu: "..."
There was silence in the ugly room, and the two of them went through a series of psychological processes from being confused to vaguely understanding something and then suddenly realizing.
Looking at each other for three seconds, Ji Mingshu saw in Jiang Chun's eyes "don't say I'm stupid, your husband is more stupid than me", "Doesn't your husband need to be connected to the Internet for his work?" These two complex emotions are full of superiority and incredible .
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Tonight, there is a dinner party with a Japanese partner. Half of the dishes on the table follow the customs of the country, and half are adapted to the appetite of the partner. But Cen Sen didn't like it very much, only a dish of stewed bamboo shoots and a few chopsticks.
It was already late at night after the entertainment, the cold wind blew away most of the drunkenness, and there were no stars in the night sky.
When he got home, Cen Sen found that Ji Mingshu had already returned.
He had received a message from Ji Mingshu earlier, and he had asked Zhou Jiaheng where his wife was at night.
Zhou Jiaheng said that she went to Zhang Lin's birthday party at night, and then went to Jiang Chun's apartment.
Cen Sen thought that a party animal like Ji Mingshu would not be back tonight.
Ji Mingshu really didn't plan to go back, but firstly, Jiang Chun's apartment was so ugly that it was hard to sleep, and secondly, she managed to hold onto Cen Sen's handle, and planned to come back and wait for her husband to make fun of her.
Whoever wanted to lie on the bed after taking a shower and read a novel, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Cen Sen glanced at her, but ignored her.
After he finished taking a shower, Ji Mingshu had already changed his posture to occupy the bed area, but he was still holding the phone firmly in his hand.
He walked to the bed, picked Ji Mingshu up easily, put her in a proper posture, and then wanted to take the phone away from her hand.
Ji Mingshu woke up at this moment.
She opened her eyes sleepily, looked at Cen Sen, and then at the screen time, her consciousness was not fully awake at all. She rolled over and went back to sleep.
When she turned over, she automatically let go of the phone, and when she opened her eyes just now, she inadvertently unlocked the phone's face recognition.
When it was in Cen Sen's hands, the screen just stopped at her Weibo interface before going to bed.
To be precise, it is not the Weibo interface, but the advertising novel interface pushed by Weibo.
Cen Sen glanced.
"When Shangguan Haoran took off Mu Ziwei's cornea and kidney, Mu Ziwei's heart was already dead. Three years later, Mu Ziwei returned to City B. He originally only wanted to live a mediocre life, but then The indifferent and ruthless commander-in-chief of the empire hugged her tightly, "Woman, want to escape? You can't escape from my palm in this life." Mu Ziwei's eyes were full of fear, "You take Isn't it enough to take my cornea and kidney?''Not enough, I want your heart'…”
Cen Sen paused, not knowing what he was thinking, but even clicked on the first picture and browsed through it.
Ji Mingshu didn't seem to be sleeping very well. He just turned over on his side, and turned back after a while. The quilt was tightly wrapped, and his bare arms were exposed, covering the position of his heart.
Cen Sen: "..."