My wife is my mother's best friend

Chapter 85
Song Meiyue looked at him who was not far away, while Jiang Qi looked at her who was stealing food, and the eyes of the two focused together at this moment.

Crashed and cracked,
Song Meiyue wished she could find a crack in the floor, and went straight in. When she ate the last shrimp, he came back after going to the toilet, and he caught him stealing shrimp. This is not as simple as death. It is clearly the death penalty for oneself.

How to do?
It seems inappropriate to kill someone in public, right?

Speaking of which, today was indeed very unlucky. First, I experienced the scene of returning to the communal death at Sister Yaling's place, and finally got through it safely. In the end, I fell into the hands of her son again, and was caught for stealing shrimp.

Just when Song Meiyue was thinking wildly, Jiang Qi sat down opposite her, looked at Song Meiyue who was still in a daze, and said with a smile: "Is this shrimp good?"

Song Meiyue came back to her senses, bursts of red glowed on her pretty face, she hurriedly threw the last peeled shrimp into her mouth, then immediately turned her head sideways, chewing the shrimp in her mouth while Said softly and coldly: "It's just like that in general."

have to say,

Aunt Song's whole body is soft except her mouth is hard.

I was caught by myself, but I still refused to admit it, but after thinking about it, I understand that as the vice president of a listed group, how could he easily admit his failure.

"Do you want more?" Jiang Qi asked, "How many more shall I peel?"

"It's almost there, just taste it." Song Meiyue took out a tissue, wiped the corner of her mouth gracefully, and said, "I'm full."

Jiang Qi was a little helpless, facing this stubborn and arrogant woman in front of him, sometimes he really had nothing to do with her, so he silently picked up his chopsticks and started the so-called liquidation operation.

Just as he was eating hard, Song Meiyue sat there quietly after wiping her mouth, then looked at him as if nothing had happened, and looked at the man who was eating hazel, suddenly felt that she had suffered a loss, and it was a huge loss .

If there is no accident, this meal should be paid by myself. Since I bought the bill by myself, what's wrong with eating a few shrimps by myself?It doesn't seem like a crime, does it?
Sometimes people are like this, the more they think about it for a while, the more angry they become, and the more they think about it when they take a step back, the more they suffer.

Song Meiyue, who suddenly figured it out, looked at the man sitting across from him, who looked like he was eating too much, and suddenly felt that it was unfair. She pursed her small mouth lightly, hesitated for a moment, and said coldly, "Help Auntie, I'll peel it off again." A few shrimps."

Jiang Qi knew that she would be like this, so he didn't touch the plate of prawns. When he heard someone asked to peel a few more prawns, Jiang Qi didn't think that she was doing it, but felt it was more real. .

Have to admit,
Even the cold and arrogant Aunt Song would jump around repeatedly.

Jiang Qi was peeling the shrimp shells for someone, while someone was eating the shrimp he handed over, for some reason. Song Meiyue felt that the taste of the shrimp meat now seemed to be more fresh and sweet than the previous one.

The dinner was not very long, and there was not much communication between them.

Soon the two came to a certain big theater. Originally, Jiang Qi thought that there would not be many people coming to this kind of elegant music art, but when he arrived at the scene, he found that the seats were almost full.

Of course, it refers to the VIP seats, as for the ordinary seats, they are quite empty, especially the last few rows are completely deserted, and Jiang Qi and Song Meiyue are sitting in the corners, and there are few living people around.

Maybe it's because of the artistic pustules all over his body, just as his butt touched the surface of the chair, Jiang Qi felt weak and weak, and at the same time, a strong drowsiness rushed straight to the cerebral cortex. It has to be said that this environment is really suitable for dozing off.

Jiang Qi couldn't help but yelled, looked at Song Meiyue beside him with watery eyes, and said helplessly: "I want to sleep."

Song Meiyue didn't pay attention to him, and sat there quietly, but frowned slightly.

Soon,

The concert begins.

The first track is "A Tribute to Love" from Elgar, a piece he inscribed to his newlywed wife. It depicts an elegant picture of love in the typical serenade style to the world.

The virtuoso on the stage used his own violin to play a melody full of affection, just like the unbroken love words of a pair of lovers, in the soft and beautiful tune, there is also a hint of sadness.

slowly,
With the ending with complex emotions, the whole piece of music gradually weakens to the end, but the lingering sound echoes in the concert hall, as if a pair of lovers are still whispering.

Song Meiyue squinted her eyes and listened to the performance attentively, and her emotions gradually began to flood.

At this time,

There was a faint snoring sound in his ear, although it was small, it was exceptionally clear.

The sudden abnormal noise interrupted Song Meiyue's wonderful enjoyment, she pouted her small mouth slightly, with a trace of irritation between her brows, she turned her head quickly, and ended up being a bit dumbfounded.

The little villain next to him didn't know when. He actually fell asleep, and even started snoring.

Seeing him leaning his body, sleeping soundly in an extremely awkward position, Song Meiyue felt a little heartbroken, and thought for a moment. Silently stretched out her hands to help his crooked body, and at the same time, her shoulders slowly lifted Lean over.

At this moment,

Song Meiyue's cold and charming face was flushed with strange blushes. Looking at the man who was close at hand, looking at that handsome and charming face with sharp edges, her lonely heart for 31 years was burned by a flame.

At this distance, he is really handsome. No wonder so many women like Xiao Xianrou. Of course, he is not Xiao Xianrou. He belongs to Xiao Xianrou.

He pursed his lips lightly, looked around guiltily, raised one of his arms, and carefully poked someone's face a few times with his slender index finger.

Next second,
Someone who seemed to feel something strange subconsciously scratched his face a few times.

And his series of instinctive reactions made Song Meiyue, who was playing tricks in secret, so cute. It turned out that the little bastard would be so funny when he was sleeping. I knew that I should have slipped into his room that night and tortured him. Let him tease me deliberately on weekdays.

of course,

This is just an inner thought, as for Song Meiyue's face is a bit thin in reality, she can't do this kind of thing like breaking into a man's room at night.

at this time,

The "Song of the Wanderer" from Sasti began to play.

As an immortal masterpiece among violin solo pieces, it quickly attracted Song Meiyue's attention, just as she was still intoxicated by the soul-stirring and sad colors.
suddenly,

I couldn't help shivering, and then my whole body was numb.

He. He actually.
Song Meiyue felt like she was going crazy.

PS: ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket

(End of this chapter)