Chapter 358 The Real Surprise

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Song Xi coaxed her for a long time before she persuaded Han Chunmeng not to fight with the boiled egg boss. Han Chunmeng went out to find a place to wash her hair with a head full of egg liquid. Song Xi cleaned up the mess and suddenly thought of the one she gave to Ding Huiqin at the elevator entrance. , quickly called Ding Huiqin.

"Director Ding, have you eaten the eggs?"

Ding Huiqin said: "I just finished eating, what's wrong?"

When Song Xi heard this, he changed the subject: "I still have some here, do you want it?"

Ding Huiqin said: "No, just go ahead and eat by yourself. I've already had breakfast."

After exchanging a few words, Song Xi hung up the phone and glanced at the three remaining eggs in the bag. She took them out and cracked them all, and found that they were all cooked. This fully proved that George Sheng was not incapable of cooking.

There was no one in the room. Song Xi didn't say anything. He took out his cell phone and called George Sheng. The phone rang a few times and George Sheng answered: "Hello?"

Song Xi got straight to the point: "Did you do it on purpose?"

George Sheng's voice remained unchanged: "What's intentional?"

Song Xi said: "Don't pretend, there was a raw egg in the bag you gave me this morning!"

George Sheng said calmly: "The eggs all look the same, maybe they were put in the wrong place."

His tone was joking, and Song Xi frowned: "Isn't it too late for a gentleman to take revenge after you play with me for ten years?"

George Sheng moaned in a low and melodious voice: "A soldier never tires of deceit."

Song Xi was so angry that he laughed: "Okay."

He is really good, a stingy, vindictive, scheming boy, and the master of tricks, but she was careless.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi spent the whole day thinking about how to punish George Sheng in the evening. George Sheng was in a good mood all day. In the morning, Yuanbao went to Cuicheng Mountain to pick him up. When he saw the injuries under his eyes, he looked surprised: " Why are you injured?"

George Sheng said without changing his expression: "The cat scratched it."

Yuan Bao looked suspiciously: "When did you fall in love with funny cats?"

George Sheng bent down and sat in the car, opening his thin lips: "The cat took the initiative."

Yuan Bao wondered whether it was Mao or Song Xi. He closed the car door and walked around to the driver's seat. No matter who it was, he was sure of one thing. If he dared to disturb George Sheng, he would still be able to accept it calmly. He was definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe It's not an ordinary cat, but a cat has gained favor from people, so in the final analysis, Song Xi is the one who has the ability.

At lunch, George Sheng ate with his family. Although he was a junior, he had a high status, so everyone from his uncles and elders to his brothers and sisters personally called to congratulate him and gave him gifts.

After being busy until about six o'clock in the evening, George Sheng came to the Forbidden City as scheduled. Chang Jingle had previously sent him a room number. George Sheng took the elevator upstairs and came to the door of the private room. He opened the door directly and went in without turning on the lights in the room. He stretched out his hand He couldn't see his fingers, but it was no obstacle to him. He looked around and saw that there was no one in the room, except for the curtain in front of the stage on the right front.

A familiar voice came through the microphone, and it was Chang Jingle's voice: "Now please enjoy "Night Shanghai" performed by Miss Minmin, a popular singer in Shanghai."

After the words fell, the curtains slowly opened to both sides, revealing a large stage behind it. In the middle of the stage, Huo Jiamin was dressed like an old Shanghai dance hall star, with a sexy little dress, hairband, wavy curls, and even her makeup was from that era. style.

She stood in the center of the stage, behind a group of backup dancers wearing identical masks.

The music started, brisk and full of ecstasy. Huo Jiamin held the microphone and sang in a comprehensive voice: "Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps; the lights are on, the cars are sounding, and the singing and dancing are peaceful."

The lights on the stage illuminated the entire private room. George Sheng was sitting on the sofa, with the corners of his lips slightly raised and a playful smile in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not expected it at all, but he did not reject it.

The dancers are all local public relations in the Forbidden City. They are all fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, and have beautiful bodies that are vibrant and fragrant. It is a feast for the eyes.

George Shengquan thought he was watching a performance. After listening to a song, all the public relations officers filed out. Huo Jiamin was still standing on the stage, smiling brightly and deliberately holding her voice and saying: "Today is Mr. Qiao's twenty-seventh birthday. I On behalf of all Paramount employees, I would like to extend my warmest greetings to you and wish you a happy birthday."

The corners of George Sheng's lips raised wider, and there was speechlessness in his eyes.

"Next, please ask our staff to push the cake up."

After Huo Jiamin finished speaking, the door of the separate compartment in the private room opened. The first thing to appear from inside was a cart. On the cart was a seven-layer cake over one meter high. The person pushing the cart was wearing a plaid shirt and overalls. He was dressed as a typical rich young man from old Shanghai, with a mask on his face. George Sheng didn't really know who he was for a while.

The key point is that the dressing of the next few people is 'weird'.

One was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, one was wearing a black and white police uniform, and the other was wearing a dark blue student uniform.

Someone was singing Happy Birthday, but it wasn't a man's voice. Besides Huo Jiamin on the stage, there was clearly a female voice. After a closer look, another figure slowly walked out behind the three men.

Dark red high-heeled shoes, slender calves, a cheongsam skirt that is open halfway up the thigh and slightly upwards, and a willow waist that is not too tight. Because the cheongsam is ironed, it outlines the man's good figure vividly and makes him look more forward. Curved back.

Although the woman also wore a mask on her face, George Sheng could still recognize Song Xi at a glance.

His eyes fell on her uncontrollably, watching her walking towards her. She was wearing a burgundy velvet cheongsam, a high collar that reached her chin, and exquisite buttons that extended diagonally downward from the collar. She was still wearing her left hand. Wearing a red agate ring on her index finger.

With so many people here, George Sheng knew that he shouldn't keep staring at Song Xi, but he just couldn't look away, as if he was fascinated.

After being lost in thought for at least five seconds, George Sheng forced himself to calm down a little. The cake cart had already been pushed in front of him, and the man in overalls said in a low voice: "Qi Shao, happy birthday."

As soon as the voice came out, George Sheng immediately recognized it as Chang Jingle. Huo Jiamin came down from the stage, and Song Xi couldn't hold back her joy.

George Sheng's thin lips opened: "I can recognize him even when he turns to ashes. He took off his mask for me."

Hearing this, everyone took off their masks one after another. The one in the Chinese tunic suit was Ruan Boyan, the one in the police uniform was Tong Hao, and the one in the dark blue student uniform was naturally Yuan Bao.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi without leaving a trace. Song Xi took off her mask, and her face behind the mask was covered with makeup. The makeup itself was not rich. She only applied foundation and brushed her eyelashes, but she had beautiful facial features. She put on bright red lips, which made her look even more charming and alluring.

Just a little bit, George Sheng almost blurted out, didn't she have time?

Even though he knew she did it on purpose, he still felt overwhelmed. It couldn't be said to be an unexpected surprise, but he was still extremely excited.

It's always good for her to come.

Song Xi also looked at George Sheng and smiled at him. George Sheng felt like a hundred claws scratching his heart at this moment, and thousands of feathers swept across his body at the same time. He finally understood that a woman's beauty is not an adjective, but a beautiful one. is a verb.