Sir, what if it's too cold?

Zhao Yi obediently came to pick up Xu Muran, and when she watched her get into the car, he casually said, "I've never seen you be so keen on social activities before, why, did you suddenly change your gender?"

"No." Xu Muran frowned, looking out of the window aimlessly, "I'm annoyed by my mother's nagging, so come out to relax."

"what happened?"

"My mother urged me to find a boyfriend, and told me to have a baby," she pouted annoyedly, "what's the matter?"

Zhao Yi: "Having a child out of wedlock? Very strong."

Xu Muran: "... Please drive hard."

"Speaking of which," Xu Muran said, "there's no sign at all, why are you and Zhou Sheng together?"

Mentioning this, Zhao Yi suddenly became shy: "Just... that's it."

Xu Muran heard her tell the ins and outs, and it was probably a story of "a young girl bravely chasing a male god, but the male god reversed her routine".

"I didn't expect that," she clicked her tongue, "Zhou Sheng is so good at tricks!"

"Isn't it..." Zhao Yi became interested, "Let me tell you, the son of a dragon who gave birth to a dragon and a phoenix who gave birth to a phoenix mouse can make holes. Judging by Zhou Sheng's virtue, I guess Zhou Qing also—oh, why are you pinching me, ancestor?" !"

Xu Muran whispered: "Zhou Qingcai...it's not what you said."

Even though she knew that her friend was just talking unintentionally, but for some reason, she couldn't listen to others saying that Zhou Qing was not good, as if she should be perfect, invulnerable to swords and guns, and nothing could shake her.

Probably, this is called the crush filter.

"You two have a good relationship, I know, you're so jealous..." Zhao Yi simply raised his hands in surrender, "We'll be there soon, get ready to get off, Er Gouzi."

After many turns and turns, the two finally found the private room booked by Zhou Qing.

As soon as he entered the door, Xu Muran was covered all over his face with the spray bottle in Zhou Sheng's hand: "happy birthday, Andrea!"

She struggled to remove the cover in front of her eyes, and without thinking about it, she put it on the face of the person opposite, and laughed loudly: "I am also Zhao Yi's wild father, you say you..."

The corners of Zhou Qing's lips curled up, and she grabbed her wrist: "You belong to Zhao Yi... um, what?"

Xu Muran: "..."

She didn't speak, because Zhou Qing shocked her again.

Zhou Qing's appearance is already good, plus he did not know where he learned it, and his makeup skills are enough to make a living with this, which can be called "the beauty of the country and the city, but the terror of all living beings".

Every move, every gesture, is full of gestures.

Xu Muran's heart skipped a beat, and he covered it up: "No, it's nothing."

Zhou Qing looked at her with a smile, the thumb of his right hand and the knuckles of his index finger together, swimming past her chin like a flexible fish, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Mu Ran."

After being teased by someone she likes so much, if she can still calm down, she probably has to change her name to Ran Muxu tomorrow!

Her cheeks flushed suddenly: "Thank you...thank you..."

Zhou Qing took her by the hand and led her to the coffee table: "Today is your birthday, Zhou Sheng and the others bought cakes, thinking that there are not many of us, so they didn't buy the big ones, and just let people in the store. I cut it into four pieces—from what Zhao Yi said, do you like matcha tea?"

"Yes." She nodded and said sincerely, "I like it."

Zhou Qing smiled softly: "As long as you like it."

Before Xu Muran could reply, Zhao Yi and Zhou Sheng greeted him: "Sing birthday song! Make a wish! Blow out the candles!"

While agreeing, she lowered her head, feeling a little rejoiced, but also a little melancholy: I am glad that the two of them came to make a rescue in time, and Zhou Qing didn't let Zhou Qing see her spring/heart sprouting expression, as for melancholy...

She wanted to look at Zhou Qing again, for a little longer.

After blowing out the candles, Zhao Yi asked her, "What wish did you make?"

Xu Muran shook his head, "cut": "It won't work if I tell you."

Zhao Yi: "Didn't tell me before, did it work?"

"you guess?"

You can tell her the previous ones, but this one, no.

She thought that it was enough for only her to know about Zhou Qing's wish.

KTV is worthy of being a place of sensuality, after a few glasses of wine, everyone's state has changed.

Xu Muran glanced at Zhao Yi who had already entered the demon dance mode with a headache, and shouted at her, "Restrain yourself! Otherwise, who will send you back later?"

After doing this calculation, Zhou Qing was the only one who didn't drink alcohol.

With the power of alcohol, she couldn't help but look at her.

They are all human, why are some people so good-looking and attractive even when playing with their mobile phones?

Just by taking a cursory look at it, one can tell that Zhou Qing doesn't match the environment here.One is Yangchun Baixue, and the other is from Lower Liba, but they strike a wonderful balance between the two.Free and unaffected but vaguely carrying a dusty atmosphere, Xu Muran couldn't move his eyes away.

She leaned over like a ghost: "Don't you sing?"

Zhou Qing raised his eyes and pointed to himself: "Me?"

She nodded: "Yes, the three of us sang much better."

Four people occupy a vip room, and they can't even use up the microphones, so there are still two vacant.

Zhou Qing just wanted to refuse: "I'm not very..."

Xu Muran: "I want to hear you sing, but I haven't heard it yet."

She paused.

Xu Muran also drank alcohol today, but unlike last time, she was still restrained.Not like before, I poured it into my stomach when I saw a glass, and there was still room for sobriety, the crescent-like eyes evaporated with a slight alcohol smell, and they were black and bright.

She pondered for a while: "Do you want to hear me sing?"

Xu Muran nodded.

Zhou Qing: "How much do you think?"

These words actually had a hint of provocation, but Xu Muran didn't notice, and followed her words directly: "I just... want to."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Zhou Qing smiled: "What do you want to hear?"

Xu Muran didn't expect that she would really listen to her own words and sing, so she was really stunned for a moment: "As long as it's you who sings, it's fine."

"Is that so?" She got up slowly, went to the screen and clicked a song, turned her head, and blinked at Xu Muran: "Listen up."

A brisk prelude sounded.

"You love coffee, the low-key feeling, and the preference for collected music is weird..."

It was an old song, and Zhou Qing's singing skills were beyond Xu Muran's expectations.

She... is out of tune.

Xu Muran stared at the screen expressionlessly. Only through the scrolling lyrics on the screen could she know what Zhou Qing was singing now.

"I like to see you frown tightly and call me a coward. Your expression is bigger than the ambiguous and lonely title of a friend. The sweet reproach is unique and special..."

Since she couldn't listen to the song, she simply gave up listening to the song and only looked at people.

Her side face is hidden behind heavy lighting curtains, and in a trance, only the graceful jaw angle can be seen rising and falling with the rhythm of the music.

Seeing her fascinated, Xu Muran felt slightly melancholy.

When and how long will it take before she dares to stand beside Zhou Qing in an upright manner?

After singing the song, Zhou Qing went back to the sofa and sat down, and asked Xu Muran, "How is it?"

Xu Muran thought for a while, then used the most superb acting skills in his life, and pretended to say sincerely, "It's pretty good."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qing laughed directly: "You don't need to comfort me, I know that I sing out of tune...so I don't like singing very much."

The little thought in her heart was exposed by her, Xu Muran stopped pretending, and lay down on the sofa with a curl of his lips: "It's my fault, I insist on listening to you sing."

"No." Zhou Qing shook his head, and said in a daze, "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do."

Xu Muran let out a "hmm", and suddenly heard Zhou Qing gasp.She asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Qing said: "I bought you a birthday present...and left it at home."

Zhou Qing also bought her a birthday present?

Xu Muran only felt that his tongue was tied up, and he was almost unable to speak: "Li, gift?"

"Yeah——" Zhou Qing twisted two beautiful eyebrows, "If I can't give it to you on your birthday, it will be meaningless."

"Actually, there's no need to be so entangled, I..."

"How about this," Zhou Qing said, "Are you going to sleep at my house tonight?"