Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

After watching Li Zihong and others board the plane, Du Bowen suddenly noticed something strange - he was the oldest among everyone present.

The young people were chatting and laughing in their own world, and he tactfully found an excuse to leave early.

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Qi and the four beauties were the only ones left at the airport.

Lin Xindie was still as quiet as ever standing by her side, Du Qianqian's eyes were moving with a smile on her face, Li Jiaxin had regained her aloof demeanor as an iceberg beauty, and there was a hint of frost between Qiao Xuying's brows.

In the invisible web woven by four gazes, Zhou Qi naturally understood that this was the sequelae of being ignored for several days, but he still took out a cigarette calmly.

The sound of "click" broke the silence, and Du Qianqian's teasing came from the smoke: "Boss Zhou plans to let us sunbathe with the northwest wind?"

Zhou Qi flicked off his cigarette ash and said nonchalantly, "How about... hot pot?"

"I just had lunch." Du Qianqian's voice ended with a slight tremor of teasing.

"We can arrange a midnight snack after this meal."

Zhou Qi crushed his cigarette butt and said, "Buy some ingredients and have a banquet tonight."

When the convoy set off, Du Qianqian's figure holding the steering wheel was particularly upright, while Lin Xindie was gazing at the scenery outside the window in the passenger seat.

Zhou Qi, who was sandwiched between Li Jiaxin and Qiao Xuying in the back seat, tried to embrace them, but was pushed away by four pairs of slender hands.

Glancing at Du Qianqian's profile in the rearview mirror of the front seat, he suddenly smiled - since the four beauties were going to perform in succession, he wanted to see how long this silent contest could last.

Even the sound of the wind could be heard clearly in the closed compartment, so Zhou Qi simply closed his eyes and rested.

There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips, as if he was planning a clever way to break the ice.

There was a faint fragrance floating in the closed compartment. Zhou Qi leaned his head back, hugged his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his left cheek. Qiao Xuying pulled his head onto her shoulder, while Li Jiaxin on the right side grabbed the brim of his sweatshirt.

The rivalry between the two made Zhou Qi's head swing left and right like a pendulum, and his hair rubbed against the leather seat, making a rustling sound.

"Ding!" The sudden ringing of a cell phone broke the stagnant air.

When Zhou Qi swiped the screen, Du Qianqian's hands on the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and the rearview mirror reflected her suddenly tense jawline.

When the sickly sweet "Brother Qi" came out of the receiver, the eyelashes of the three girls in the back row trembled at the same time, and even Lin Xindie, who was curled up in the corner, straightened her back unconsciously.

"The director always praises my touching crying scenes!"

The girl's clear, spring-like voice echoed in the enclosed space.

Zhou Qi tapped lightly on the car window with his bony fingers, allowing the burning gazes from three directions to burn holes in his back.

He deliberately moved the phone to his left hand, and when his sleeves slipped down, he revealed the couple bracelet on his wrist that a girl had given him last year.

The car's body suddenly stopped under the neon lights of the shopping mall. The airflow caused by Zhou Qi's opening of the car door lifted up the hem of Qiao Xuying's floral skirt.

Du Qianqian's high heels got stuck in the crack of the ground. She gritted her teeth as she listened to the conversation fading away: "He said he wanted to teach me how to play the harmonica..."

"Is it the schoolgirl who played guitar at the last school celebration?" Li Jiaxin tore off the rhinestones on her manicure.

"It could also be the trainee flight attendant I met in the coffee shop last month." Qiao Xuying pinched the mineral water bottle to make a dent.

Lin Xindie, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly took out her cell phone. The lock screen wallpaper was Zhou Qi's profile of him blowing out candles on his birthday last year.

The three girls' questioning voices came to an abrupt end, and Zhou Qi's smiling voice came from the corner of the shelf, "Remember to wear a white dress when you come to visit us tomorrow."

The surveillance camera slowly zooms in on four women with different styles.

Lin Dieyi lowered her eyes and remained silent, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the bone china cup.

There were undercurrents in the three pairs of beautiful eyes opposite. When Li Jiaxin and Du Qianqian exchanged glances, Qiao Xuying suddenly knocked on the table.

"Do you really think you know everything about him?"

Qiao Xueying's lips curled up dangerously, and the silver spoon made a sharp sound in the coffee cup: "How about... playing truth or dare?"

The air suddenly stagnated. Du Qianqian's pearl earrings swayed in the backlight: "Be careful not to get into trouble."

“The Paris Wine Show three years ago.”

Qiao Xuying chuckled as she turned her phone around: "Someone was holding a bottle of wine and singing 'Conquer'." The close-up shot swept across the rose tattoo on her collarbone, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

"Four to one?"

Li Jiaxin's diamond nails drew an S shape on the tablecloth: "Where's the bet?"

"Old rules."

Qiao Xueying threw a spare recorder to Lin Dieyi: "If we all get drunk, Miss Lin will have to act as a war correspondent."

The camera shot down Lin Dieyi's trembling eyelashes, and ripples appeared in the lemonade in front of her.

Suddenly a chuckle broke the deadlock, and Du Qianqian pushed the champagne tower towards the camera: "Remember to turn off his GPS."

In slow motion, four wine glasses collided with each other, and the amber liquid splashed out strange spots of light.

The crane camera pulls away, and dusk gradually deepens outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The silhouette of a man approaching can be vaguely seen in the reflection of the glass.

is it?

Maybe I shouldn't be standing here, don't you think so?

Those past events that are difficult to refute... Lin Xindie's eyelashes trembled and drooped, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the corners of her clothes.

When she looked up at the three pairs of inquiring eyes, she suddenly turned and walked towards the glass display case where light and shadow were playing. The hem of her white skirt drew a hesitant arc in the air flow of the air conditioner.

This sudden turn made Li Jiaxin raise her carefully drawn eyebrows.

The three girls exchanged knowing glances. Qiao Xuying twirled her newly curled hair with her fingertips and jokingly asked, "Are we going to dig deeper today?"

"Of course I have to reveal all my cards!" Li Jiaxin raised her red lips in a dangerous arc.

"That's right, he must have nowhere to hide!"

The three figures who had reached a consensus walked in a line in high heels, their whispers gradually escalating into eye-catching giggles.

As they walked through the revolving door, the originally joking "exposure plan" had already brewed into some kind of dangerous sweet revenge in the mist of Chanel No. 5.

The dome-shaped shopping mall that comes into view at this moment is indeed a new landmark in Guangdong Province.

The six-story translucent dome refracts the midday sunlight into flowing gold foil, and the staggered escalators are like silver piano keys, playing the prosperous melody of modern commerce.

Du Qianqian specifically chose this commercial aircraft carrier which has been in operation for half a year.

Not only because it is home to a collection of international affordable luxury brands, but also because the concept store that Inspur Clothing spent a huge amount of money to build is located right in the center of the atrium - this is her secret pride as the brand manager.

Zhou Qi's eyes swept across those familiar logos, and an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When his eyes met a starry blue suit in a distant window, three figures with the scent of roses had formed an encirclement.

"Mr. Zhou is so interested in the men's clothing section?"

Li Jiaxin's pearl earrings sparkled under the light: "Why don't we pick out a few sets for you?"

On the east side of the circular hall, the golden curtain wall of the Lao Fengxiang Jewelry Flagship Store exudes a sense of wealth under the lights.

A nearly two-meter-high gilded Maitreya Buddha statue stands in the center of the booth. The surface of the statue has been specially polished, and the details of the auspicious cloud patterns can still be clearly seen even from a distance of more than ten meters.