[comprehensive] superior skills

Ever since Ji Cunxi and Daoming Si staged a scene of two men fighting for wives at Yingde College, Song Ci can't keep a low profile even if he wants to.

Although no one except F4 knew that the young master had already moved to the Hanzhai in the mid-levels, the students who were usually indifferent to her became much more enthusiastic.

The most obvious performance is in the dance class. Originally, only Shan Caiqiang pulled Li Zhen to class, and Han Baobao could barely make up a deck of cards.

There is no need to notify now, a group of charming girls came to the dance studio early on to ask for their health, not to mention, there are even people who bring health-preserving soup to visit.

"Teacher, your skin is fine!"

Lily, who once suffered a big loss in the hands of a dance teacher, has a distorted smile on her face, "I didn't realize before that Teacher Anna's skin is smoother than jelly and tenderer than bean curd. No wonder even Daoming Temple, who is known as the best in the world, is obsessed with it I can't extricate myself!"

"Yeah, I'm so envious!"

Qianhui pushed her good sister aside, and took the initiative to unscrew the lid of the thermos cup, "Mr. Anna, this is the beauty soup made by my servant. You can try it. If there are any deficiencies, please help me. I think, you There must be a lot of exclusive beauty secrets, right?"

Through the heat coming out of the cup, Song Ci suddenly thought of the mother who cooked pig's knuckle soup for her daughter, "Your Xinxin teacher appreciates it, but it's not suitable to eat before training. Let's wait until after class."

Qianhui Baihe didn't give up even though she touched a soft nail, she still put on a smiling face and changed into her dance clothes.

"Teacher, do you really want to drink their soup?"

Shancai, who has made a lot of money in a muffled voice, has become more energetic than before, "I don't want to speak ill of those two gold diggers, but judging from their usual performance, they are really very happy." Like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken!"

"Don't worry, the teacher doesn't trust others so easily."

Song Ci patted the little girl's shoulder, "Only you have studied the first few dance lessons carefully, so you can help the teacher do some demonstration moves for them. It doesn't matter if your body is not soft enough, the most important thing is to pay attention to safety."

From the taste alone, she knew that the soup had good ingredients in it. Although it wouldn't kill anyone, it's okay to make people get rashes all over their bodies.

"Hundreds of years have passed, but the methods used by women to compete for favor are still the same."

Since someone came to the door looking for abuse, Song Ci was not polite, and showed the earnestness he used to urge his friends to practice martial arts, sweating all the delicate girls, and dared not speak out.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she brought the cup of beauty soup untouched to Qianhui Baihe, and with a smile, she persuaded the two to share the drink before letting them go.

"Teacher Anna!"

Shancai, who was secretly following the enemy's situation, ran back excitedly, "I just saw Qianhui and Baihe clutching their throats in the toilet to induce vomiting, it's so funny!"

Song Ci also smiled and said: "Maybe it's because the bowl of soup is too nourishing, and it will be like this if the deficiency is not nourished."

Li Zhen, who was so quiet that he had no sense of presence, saw the two walking out together talking and laughing, and followed them with lowered eyes.

In fact, since the day he left Jiangmu Island, Daomingsi, who had received many love scriptures from Shancai's father, thought about taking back the red note, and later had the fate of sharing bonuses in a trench, so he had no intention of continuing to embarrass Shancai.

But ordinary people can't guess the reason, and even good friends like Li Zhen can only see the most intuitive change, that is, life has become much better after Shancai and Daomingsi's girlfriend get along well.

She couldn't help but secretly regret why she didn't resist the pressure and continue to take dance lessons. If she gritted her teeth and persisted, would she have the same chance as Shancai to get close to the person she most wanted to see.

While speaking, Song Ci inadvertently saw the remorse on Li Zhen's face, and just glanced over it.

A friend like this who only sees the benefits in his eyes and refuses to give any emotion, who is like a thermometer who fluctuates hot and cold, probably can only deceive a hot-blooded girl like Shancai.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Mei Zuo, who was halfway through eating, waved repeatedly, "Han Anna, come here!"

Song Ci sat down with a smile, "What a coincidence?"

"What a coincidence, we are waiting for you specially!"

Ximen glanced at Shancai and Li Zhen who came uninvited, "You are really leisurely, and you are still giving dance lessons to students. Do you know that Ah Si hasn't gone out for a few days?"

"guessed."

Song Ci was not surprised, "After leaving early that night, I never heard from Daoming Temple again. If he could make his own decisions, he would definitely run to my house as soon as possible."

"Then you can still live like a normal person?"

Hua Zelei raised his eyelids, "If you had the same feelings for Ah Si, how could you be so calm? Instead of fighting for him?!"

"Class! Did you drink too much?"

Simon replaced his wine glass with fruit juice, "I told you not to drink during the day when you have nothing to do. You didn't get enough sleep, and now your mind is even more unclear."

"I'm not wrong!"

Hua Zelei's reaction was more intense than expected, "You women are all the same, you will only trample on a man's sincerity."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left, leaving Meizuo and Ximen sitting there.

As soon as Huazelei left, Shancai couldn't sit still anymore, she had the cheek to come here just to see her sweetheart more, "I suddenly remembered that something was left in the classroom..."

Shancai is so knowledgeable, even if Li Zhen wants to stay, he has no choice but to leave with hatred.

Song Ci asked after everyone who was supposed to leave and who shouldn't have left, "Has Hua Zelei been broken in love?"

Misaku didn't know how to describe this hopeless relationship, "It should be said that it never started..."

"Forget it, he will figure things out by himself."

Ximen said with a headache: "Let's find a way to solve Ah Si's problem first. Sister Zhuang said that before the banquet was over that night, Ah Si had a big fight with his aunt and was put under house arrest. It wasn't that serious at all. But Ah Si has always been determined, and even went on a hunger strike to protest! Auntie’s character is even more domineering than him, and she would rather ask a family doctor to give him an infusion than let go. Now the mother and child are fighting against each other like two bullfighting bulls, and no one can persuade them Do not move!"

Song Ci's expression gradually became serious, "You mean, Daoming Temple hasn't had a sip of water or eaten a grain of rice these days?"

"Yes, otherwise why do you think the class is angry."

Misaku suddenly lost her appetite, "The butler would feed Ah Si at first, but he would force himself to vomit it out every time..."

Song Ci closed his eyes, if he still thought it was funny when he heard Qianhui Baihe do it to himself just now, now he is only full of regret.

As long as he thought of that stubborn guy in Daoming Temple still enduring unnecessary pain, Song Ci really couldn't sit still for a second, "I'm sorry, I have something else to do, let's go first."

"Hey, Anna, how come you have an idea?"

Seeing that the rushing woman turned a deaf ear to her, Ximen sighed helplessly, "It's the same for one or two, just leave as soon as you say! What should we do now?"

"how could I know?"

Misaku shook her sore shoulders, "Let's go find Sister Zhuang, she loves my brother so much, she won't just watch something happen to Ah Si."

The two groups left the cafeteria one after the other, and Song Ci, who had no intention of staying longer, went straight to the parking lot to pick up the car and go home.

She was still bending over to unlock the lock, but a middle-aged man dressed as a driver appeared behind her quietly.

"Miss Han."

The middle-aged driver lowered his head, "Our boss would like to ask you to come over and say a few words."

Song Ci didn't even look back, just pushed the car out, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'll talk about it later."

As soon as she stepped on the bicycle, a low-key old luxury car slowly slid over.

The car window was lowered, and a wise old man in a white suit smiled and handed out his business card, "Miss Han, if you don't mind, can I spare you a few minutes?"

Song Ci supported the bicycle with one leg, took the business card and looked at it carefully, "Daquan Enterprise?"

"I'm Hui Lan's grandfather, you can call me President Bai."

President Bai showed a slight smile, "Aren't you curious about my reason for coming?"

"Bai Huilan, that girl who dated Jiang Zhishu?"

Song Ci nodded, "I understand what you mean. I'm sorry. Although I was still young when I was separated from my relatives, I still have some sporadic impressions. I am not a child of the Bai family."

President Bai's smile gradually widened, "Miss Han, do you think I didn't investigate your family background thoroughly before I came? I know exactly who your relatives are. But please rest assured, I It's not the kind of old man who likes to make his own decisions, and won't interfere in other people's private affairs. I came to you, just want to do a business with you that is safe for both of us."

Song Ci walked away, "I'm not interested in doing business."

"But you should be very interested in the young master of the Daoming family, right? Otherwise, Mrs. Daoming wouldn't have made a special trip to send invitations to my granddaughter."

Talking about the only heir, President Bai's eyes and brows showed warmth unconsciously, "My request is very simple, I just want to find a 'relative' for Huilan who can rely on each other in my lifetime, don't let her Living alone and helpless in the world. Marrying into the Daoming family as the daughter of the Bai family, is there no loss for you? Ms. Han may wish to think about it, I will wait for your call. "

He seemed sure that the other party would not refuse, and drove away after saying this.

"What should I do, I suddenly want to turn into a puncher!"

Song Ci shook his head amusedly, and finally picked up the business card that almost floated into the trash can.

Rushing back to Mid-Levels with the fastest speed, Song Ci first sent out an express mail to New York.

Since Dao Mingfeng doesn't know how to seize opportunities, she can't go all the way to the dark, presumably Dao Mingcheng will face up to that smartphone from the cloning era.

After choosing the best ingredients and cooking a good pot of soup, Song Ci sat on the sofa and hoped for the dark, planning to visit the boudoir at night like the old son.

Finally, when the dew got deeper, she rode her bicycle all the way to the outside of the high wall of Daoming Mansion, hid the bike and jumped into the inner courtyard.

With Song Ci's skills, it was not difficult to find the young master's bedroom. She climbed along the outer wall to the window without even alerting the bodyguards inside the mansion.

The air in the room was not very fresh, and the man lying on the bed on the drip was also groggy, unaware that there was already an intruder in his bedroom.

Song Ci walked gently to the head of the bed, seeing the young master who was usually able to toss more than anyone else, his eyes were closed weakly, his cheeks were also thin and sunken, his heart was really indescribably sour.

"Baby Daoming, baby Daoming..."

Song Ci pressed his cheek and kissed him, "Stop being lazy, get up quickly..."

Daoming Si managed to open his eyes, resisted dizziness and pulled the woman in front of him, whispering: "Anna, you are here, I dreamed of you again, it's so good..."

"Fool, this is not a dream."

Song Ci obediently lay on his chest, "Didn't you feel my heartbeat?"

At this time, Daoming Si was a little sober, "Anna, is it really you?!"

He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and asked anxiously: "Why did you come? Did my elder sister let you in? Or my mother? Has she decided to fulfill us?"

"No, I sneaked in by myself."

Song Ci pointed back at the unclosed window, "Mizuo and the others found me and said you were on a hunger strike. I was very angry when I heard that, so I came here to teach you a lesson!"

She really hit the young master's head with a thud, "Dao Ming Si, have you forgotten what you said? You promised me to keep your body and your heart until you are 52 years old. How can you ruin it at will?!"

"You woman!"

Daoming Si retorted shamefully and angrily: "I'm working hard for our future, what do you mean by random spoiling!Also, a normal woman knows that there is a man who is willing to die for her, shouldn't she be so moved that she agrees with her body? How come you want to beat someone? It's too unreasonable! "

"Oh, so that's what you came up with!"

Song Ci deliberately lengthened the ending, "I am very moved, and I want to agree with you. But, you are as weak as a delicate flower now, it is really unbearable!"

She helped the young master up before he fainted from anger, "Come on, drink up the soup obediently first, and then we'll talk about mutual promises!"

Daoming Si wanted to open his mouth, but for some reason he suddenly remembered that he hadn't washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed his clothes for many days, so he immediately waved his hands and said, "You don't need to feed me, I can do it myself."

"Really?"

Song Ci looked suspiciously at the medical bandage on the young master's hand, "Let me help you."

Daoming Si didn't dare to shake his head, he just covered his mouth and pointed to the bathroom, "I'm going to clean it up first."

Song Ci thought that he couldn't say it clearly because he wanted to be convenient, so he sent people in and then went back to make the bed.

When changing the pillow, she touched a piece of cardboard on the back, and took it out to see that it was the funny photo taken by Jiang Zhishu.

"Fool Daoming Temple..."

Song Ci was still mourning the spring and autumn, but the young master who was holding on to his sick body to take a bath turned the bathroom upside down and almost fell into the bathtub and drowned.

"Dao Ming Si, you are really good!"

Song Ci wrapped the disheveled young master in a bathrobe, "Don't forget to be brave at a time like this!"

Daoming Si knew he was wrong, and shook his girlfriend's hand flatteringly, "Don't be angry, I'm so hungry, where's the soup?"

"Drunk it up by me."

Song Ci looked at the young master's cheeks that were turning red from the steam, and he was not willing to argue with him, "Wait a while after you finish your soup, come with me."

Daoming Temple held the soup bowl and drank with satisfaction, "Where are you going?"

Song Ci stared into the young master's eyes, and said softly: "Bai Huilan's grandfather, President Daquan, approached me, and he negotiated a deal with me, willing to marry me in the name of the Bai family."

"What about Oizumi and Koizumi, listen to his nonsense!"

Daoming Si looked livid, "Of course I like you because of you, what does it matter if you are the daughter of the president's family?!"

"Dao Ming Si, have I ever said that I like to see you lose your temper?"

Song Ci kissed the young master, "Shall we register?"

"register?"

Daoming Si rubbed the back of his hand, wanted to laugh but felt a little embarrassed, "Note, registration is fine, but my documents are all with my mother, and it's a little troublesome to steal them out. How about I ask my sister for help?"

Song Ci took out two documents from his pocket like magic, "I've prepared everything, I promise no one will see the clue!"

Daoming Si hurriedly put the soup bowl aside, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go! The butler will come to check the house again in a while!"

The eldest young master, who was eager to solve life's major issues, didn't care about being shy, and put on his coat in front of his future wife.

Song Ci smiled, took Daoming Si's hand and came to the window to stand still, "Hold me tight, don't be afraid."

After she finished speaking, she threw out the spider thread with lizard claws, and brought the young master to the ground like floating ash.

Daomingsi is no stranger to this kind of outdoor sports similar to high-altitude bungee jumping. When he was on vacation abroad, he even secretly played the more thrilling extreme bungee jumping with Mei Zuo, but he never thought that someone would rely on his hands One of the filaments jumped unharmed from the height of the three-story building.

Until the two escaped smoothly and found the bicycle hidden in the bushes earlier, Daoming Si was still dazed.

Song Ci was not afraid that he would regret the marriage, and went to the household registration office as originally planned.

At this time, it was already daylight, and some employees who were eager to go to the morning shift gradually appeared on both sides of the road, and there were also many old people who came out for morning exercises.

It's not uncommon to carry people on a bicycle, but if a big man is carried by a woman, it will inevitably attract attention, especially when the good-looking man is still a little delirious.

Just when an old man who thought he had good legs and feet wanted to stop the car to ask what happened, the young master who had lost his soul for a long time finally woke up.

"Wait a moment!"

Daoming Temple's shout instantly made the onlookers prick up their ears, "We are going to get married, even if we can't drive there in a big way, let me give you a ride!"

The young master's instinctive reaction was more like a young man who was dumbfounded by joy, and everyone shook their heads when they heard it.

The prospective couple switched places, and the car continued on.

Song Ci covered the hands holding the handlebars, and leaned back against Daoming Temple's neck, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Actually, I've always known."

Daoming Si, who was walking against the wind, lowered his head slightly, and his voice was soft like a whisper, "If you don't tell me, I'll pretend I don't know. As long as you are willing to stay by my side, it's fine."

Song Ci looked sideways at his chin, where it should have been clean, but now there are light blue stubbles, like a photo that never fades, forever frozen in her memory.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Hey, I really miss the young master~~_(:з」∠)_

Finally, see you after marriage~~

Meteor shower, huh~~