Song Yuran thought that the "couple's restaurant" was just a gimmick, but when they waited for the food under the night view and a performer came to accompany them on the violin, she was so embarrassed that she could pick out a whole castle of Balala magic fairy.

"That." She stopped the performer who was playing the violin ecstasy, on the surface she was extremely embarrassed, "We are not a couple, you can play at another table."

When the performer heard this, it seemed that the extra money for this table would not be profitable, so he put away his violin and was about to leave.

Huo Qing rested his chin with one hand, and gently shook the non-alcoholic cocktail in the glass with the other hand, smiled casually, and said, "It's quite nice."

When Song Yuran heard this, he immediately waved to stop the performer, "Wait! Come back!"

"Ma'am, what do you need?" the performer asked with a standard smile.

"The tune you played just now, let's play it again."

"Okay." The performer's smile deepened, and Song Yuran had the illusion that he had caught Little Sheep, only to hear him say again: "The designated song is 200 yuan each."

"???" Song Yuran took a breath, and charged 200 for a few minutes, so why not grab it!This is not to show off to take advantage of the fire!

She suddenly felt a little empathy for Huo Yuandong's mood when he heard 80,000.

Feeling the gazes of other table guests, always feel that they are a little more watching, as if they are guessing whether her female companion is worth the 200 yuan service fee.

"Ma'am?" Seeing the guests hesitate, the performer reminded, "We also have other song-ordering services, one song is 100 yuan."

Hey, who do you look down on?

Song Yuran put down the cup and said seriously: "Then let's drink it 10 times first."

"10 times?" The performer was very surprised and wanted to ask if there was a problem in the communication link, when he heard the guest proudly say: "I can't hold back this lady loves to listen."

The performers quickly realized that this is an ambiguous relationship that is better than a couple relationship!At first glance, it was an ambiguous scene where a rich and powerful woman was chasing her girlfriend. Thinking so, she immediately issued a 10-song consumption list for the customer to sign.

"Wait!" Seeing that this person really planned to sign the bill, Huo Qingzhi hurriedly held her back, "No, you don't need to order so much."

Normally, Song Yuran would also feel sorry for the money, but now it's different, the windfall in his pocket is rounded up instead of spending his own money, so he doesn't feel sorry for it at all.

Seeing the female companions at other tables cast envious glances at them, there was no reason to take back what she had said, but Mr. Huo's attitude was very tough, so Song Yuran could only reluctantly take a step back.

The ensemble troupe from the restaurant was called to play a piece of music for them, and the original location by the window was upgraded to a terrace. The night view is much better than through the glass.

With the lyrical accompaniment, the waiter brought up their dinner, which was a sumptuous Western-style meal, and the plate was exquisitely presented.

Under the ambiguous light on the terrace, two candles were specially lit. The candlelight swayed gently with the breeze, creating the atmosphere of a candlelight dinner.

The two goblets collided lightly, making a crisp sound, and Huo Qingzhi looked at the person opposite with the swinging candlelight.

"Are you already drunk?"

Song Yuran took a sip of the beautiful blue cocktail, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Didn't we order non-alcoholic?"

Huo Qingzhi turned his head and glanced at the orchestra playing intoxicatedly, like a small symphony concert, he couldn't help feeling a little funny, "It's not your style to spend so much time and effort."

Eating such an emotional meal in an Internet celebrity restaurant is obviously not affordable for ordinary white-collar workers, but just now saw Song Yuran's rise and couldn't stop it, his sensibility was greater than his reason, so Huo Qingzhi still acquiesced in the other party's move to order a band.

"The atmosphere is here." Song Yuran pursed her lips, "The people at the tables next to us were all looking at us, and I thought I couldn't let you lose face."

She giggled: "It's someone else's money anyway."

Thinking that the person who paid was Huo Yuandong who made his niece miserable in the original book, Song Yuran only felt that the meal was more comfortable.

Huo Qingzhi shook his head amusedly, "You really offended him this time."

"I'm not afraid." The little secretary held her head up, "I have Mr. Huo backing me up!"

"Okay, I'll back you up."

The atmosphere was strong, their eyes collided unconsciously, and they all laughed.

"Two ladies, excuse me." A voice briefly broke the atmosphere.

Turning around, I saw the waiter holding something similar to a lottery box. When he looked puzzled, the waiter explained: "Our restaurant is currently having a lottery with full consumption. Do you want to try your luck?"

Upon hearing that there was a lottery draw, Song Yuran became interested, and quickly asked, "What's the reward?"

"The highest reward is one night in a luxurious waterbed room with a massage chair."

"Uh..." Song Yuran's excited expression froze slightly. As expected of a 'couple' restaurant, the rewards are so...unique.

There was only one chance to draw a lottery, so Song Yuran asked Huo Qingzhi to draw, thinking that drawing some paper towel eggs would count as participation.

Unexpectedly... Mr. Huo, who was full of luck, fell into his soul.

"Congratulations, both of you! You won a luxurious and interesting water bed room for one night~!" The waiter was very ceremonial, imitating the TV bell and ringing the bell to celebrate.

Song Yuran... Well, the mood is quite complicated.

"I didn't expect to be so lucky." Mr. Huo looked interested, looked at the pink card in his hand, and asked, "What is a water bed room?"

"You don't know?" Song Yuran was stunned.

But thinking about it carefully, as an innocent single, it's normal for Huo Qingzhi not to know.

Song Yuran, an exploratory and curious fake driver, cleared his throat and said, "Didn't you notice that the word 'interest' is in front of the water bed? It's the kind of ambient light where the whole room is pink, and the bed can feel the vibration."The kind, to experience the feeling of ice and fire."

Sure enough, after finishing speaking, he saw an emoji of an old man on the subway appearing on Mr. Huo's face who was still a little interested.

Finally, after discussing with the restaurant, exchanged it for a three-hour ktv singing ticket with a relatively low prize ranking. There is still enough time to check out after eating.

Song Yuran raised the singing ticket in his hand, and joked, "Isn't this more practical than a fun room?"

The ktv is downstairs. After a few minutes of walking out of the restaurant, changed places. Before entering the private room, bought some drinks and fruits in the supermarket inside the ktv.

Immediately afterwards, the waiter led them to the private room, and passed a large private room on the way. From the closed door, the almost howling singing inside could still be heard, and the inside of the private room could be seen through the narrow glass on the door.The crowd standing at a table and splitting dice, and the atmosphere group dancing and singing.

Song Yuran couldn't help but said, "It's so crazy."

Huo Qingzhi also saw it, and replied, "I guess it's team building."

Entering the box, Song Yuran used to turn off the lights in the ktv, and only turned on the rotating lights, which would not be dazzling, but also had a sense of atmosphere.

Standing in front of the karaoke stand, she turned her head and asked Huo Qingzhi, "What song do you want to sing? I'll order it for you."

"let me see."

The karaoke stand is wall-mounted, the screen is not big, about the width of the shoulders, the door of the bathroom is on the left, and the steps of the sofa are on the right, so the place where the karaoke stand can stand is very narrow.

Huo Qingzhi could only stand behind her and lower his head slightly to watch the song displayed on the screen.

Before ordering a song, the room was very quiet, and the voice was very clear. Huo Qingzhi asked, "What do you want to sing?" As she spoke, her slender fingertips swept across the screen, and the song list also turned the page.

Against the blue background of the karaoke stage, the hand in front of the screen was shining brightly. Song Yuran was a little absent-minded. As far as his eyes could see was a white and slender hand. Under the ambiguous colored lights, he could see the cyan color on the back of his hand.Blood vessel.

They were too close, and Song Yuran smelled the familiar smell of mint again, his heart seemed to be teased, and he didn't answer the other party in a daze.

"I'm asking you something." Huo Qingzhi tilted his head slightly, and put his chin against the cold ear tip of the other party.

As if awakened from a start, Song Yuran hid a little, and turned her head to meet Huo Qingzhi's gaze.

From this moment on, her heartbeat slowly accelerated, she forgot to speak for a while, and stared at Huo Qingzhi in a daze.

They were very close, and as long as they moved a little, their backs would touch each other. Being watched by Huo Qingzhi, Song Yuran gradually felt his face heat up, but he was reluctant to look away.

Under the dappled light, Huo Qingzhi's expression was a little dreamy, his eyes seemed to smile, looking at her softly.

"Why?" Huo Qingzhi chuckled and teased her: "You want to kiss me again?"

"..." Song Yuran couldn't deny that she felt a little guilty after hearing this sentence, she thought... Huo Qingzhi would kiss her.

But she couldn't lose with her mouth, and said firmly: "Obviously you want to kiss me."

"Hey." Huo Qingzhi smiled again, and moved his gaze to the song ordering screen, "I thought about it a little bit."

As he said that, he tapped the screen a few times quickly, and quickly backed away from behind Song Yuran, "I've done it."

Song Yuran turned his head again, and Huo Qingzhi had already walked under the sofa table.

"..." For some reason, Song Yuran suddenly felt annoyed, and there was a million bits of disappointment that his expectations had been dashed.

It's like taking off half of your pants and being pulled up again.

The uneasy mood disappeared when he heard Mr. Huo's live solo. In the bar before, he only saw Huo Qingzhi playing drums, and the audience never opened his voice.

Now that he heard the solo show, Song Yuran only had one sentence left in his mind: It's really tm nice.

Song Yuran burst into tears in his heart, how could someone sing so well, singing love songs is completely different from normal voices, so compared to himself, he has a broken voice.

Huo Qingzhi sang two songs, but someone still maintained an expression of nympho with her hands on her cheeks, she paused her voice, and said amusedly, "I'm the one singing, it's your turn to sing."

"No, no, no!" Song Yuran was still immersed in Tian Lai's singing, and hurriedly waved his hands, "I'll just listen to you sing."

Huo Qingzhi also imitated her movements, resting his chin with one hand, and said, "But I want to hear you sing." He tilted his head again, and asked, "Is that okay?"

"Yes, yes! I'll give you my life!" In such an environment, it's easy to be emotionally aroused, and Song seemed to have been beaten, she grabbed the microphone, "What do you want to hear? I can singThere are not many songs."

Huo Qingzhi thought for a while, "Just the "Qilixiang" you sang in the car earlier."

There is no 'Jay Chou' in this world, let alone 'Qilixiang', but Mr. Huo's expectant gaze could not be held back, so Song Yuran had no choice but to bite the bullet and sing a cappella.

The lack of accompaniment made her very unconfident in her singing, but when her eyes touched Huo Qingzhi, she couldn't help letting go when she saw him smiling frankly at her.

At the end of the song, the box fell into silence again. Song Yuran put down the microphone and sat back on the sofa. She thought President Huo would say something, but he didn't.

Could it be that he sang too badly?Song Yuran was a little uneasy, thinking about whether to say something to break the silence.

Suddenly I heard Huo Qingzhi say: "This song is beautiful."

Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, and the lyrics of Qilixiang unconsciously appeared in her mind:

"You suddenly said to me that Qilixiang's name is beautiful

I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth right now."

She blinked her eyes, wondering if she was too sensitive and overthinking, when she saw Huo Qingzhi smile at her, with a hint of seduction.

When she realized it again, she had already held Huo Qingzhi's hand, looking sideways at her.

She thought that she must have been bewitched, or maybe the cocktails tonight were too intoxicating.

The pink colored lights shone on their faces, making the atmosphere more ambiguous at the moment, the hand tightened unconsciously, and brought Huo Qingzhi towards him.

Song Yuran unconsciously bit her lower lip, and slowly moved her face closer.

Suddenly, a loud voice broke the atmosphere in the box, and singing from outside suddenly poured in, along with the lights in the corridor.

Song Yuran turned her head, and saw a large group of people standing at the door, one of them walked in under the push of his companions.

The smell of alcohol on the man also followed.

"?" Song Yuran unconsciously frowned, what do these drunks want to do?

The unhappy mood was projected on the pheromone, and the visitor's eyes swept over their faces, feeling the dangerous aura of alpha, so they had no choice but to focus on the person next to them.

Unable to stand up to the booing from his companion at the door, the man bit the bullet and said, "Sorry to bother you, I lost the game, can you do me a favor?"

Huo Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

Not being rejected, the man hurriedly said: "The punishment is to kiss the person in the next room! You can kiss anywhere!"

After finishing speaking, the booing at the door became more exciting.

The man looked expectant, but soon, his sight was blocked.

Song Yuran stood up, took the microphone on the table, and the sound came from the speaker above the head through the microphone.

She raised one hand, clenched it into a fist, and said calmly, "How about kissing my fist."

The calm voice was amplified countless times by the stereo, and the accompanying pheromone suppression made the person feel a strong sense of oppression for a moment, and his legs trembled unconsciously.

The message revealed by the pheromone did not mean to back down, and he fell into embarrassment for a while.

Huo Qingzhi in the center of the vortex put his arms around Song Yuran's waist, and said with a smile, "My alpha is angry, so hurry up and leave."

That appearance is somewhat arrogant.

"Cut. So they are lovers." The man muttered, followed the situation and climbed down, and quickly got out.

The box door closed, and the inside returned to silence.

Song Yu was not feeling well, and snorted softly, "I'm sick."

"Yo." Huo Qingzhi picked her chin, and said frivolously, "Are you jealous?"

"No." Song Yuran blushed, and said firmly: "I just think it's a disadvantage to be kissed because I'm too ugly. If I'm a beautiful woman, I can think about it."

Yan Gou is so unprincipled.

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips softened, and Huo Qingzhi quickly turned his head and kissed her.

"Why did you kiss me?" The little secretary blushed even more, but she didn't notice it.

President Huo seemed to be fine, he brushed his hair casually and asked, "Am I not a beauty?"

Song Yu was stunned and said, "Yes..."

"Is there still a problem?"

"..." Thinking about it, there seems to be no problem.

Although there was a small episode in the middle, it didn't affect the interest of the two of them, and they didn't leave KTV until the clock arrived and went home.

This time it was Mr. Huo who took the little secretary home. The car stopped at the door of the unit. Huo Qingzhi waved to her and said with a smile, "Take a good rest and see you in a week."

Hearing "one week later", Song Yuran felt a little more disappointed, waved her hand as well, turned and walked towards the door of the unit.

But just after taking two steps, she turned around and turned back, half-bent in front of the car window, and earnestly instructed: "Remember to eat lunch on time, don't forget to order when you get busy." She thought for a while, then said: "Forget it,I'll contact the restaurant and set you up for a week, so you don't forget."

Huo Qingzhi replied with a smile: "Okay."

"Also, it's best not to drink less if you have entertainment, or no one will send you home."

"good."

She thought President Huo would ask if she could pick her up for a social event, but she only replied 'yes', the lines she had prepared were useless, so she opened her mouth and said, "Then I'll go up!"

"OK, good night."

Song Yuran resisted not looking back, and quickly walked into the door of the unit in three steps and two steps. The one-week long vacation had begun, but her heart was inexplicably empty.