Chapter 425: Lovers and Family on Birthday Night
Chapter 425: Lovers and Family on Birthday Night
Chen Zhao secretly wanted to sleep in the same room with Sister Sweet, but he didn't want to be labeled as a "lecherous" person.
Influenced by his career before rebirth, he still pays great attention to his image and reputation. There is a professional term in the system called "protecting one's reputation".
Therefore, he would not directly say “I want to sleep with you”, that is the behavior of an uneducated Ah Q.
So how do you express this intention in a tactful way?
Chen Zhuo first sent the enthusiastic lobby service staff away to prevent her from getting in the way, then turned around and said to Song Shiwei with concern:
"As soon as we walked into the hotel just now, many eyes were focused on you, especially those men. They all seemed to have bad intentions. I was a little worried."
Song Shiwei trusted Chen Zhe very much. After hearing what he said, he also looked around carefully.
In fact, with Sweetie's appearance, she will become the focus of attention wherever she goes. Just now, when she was taking a walk in Xiafei Lane, even the picky local old ladies showed their astonished admiration.
However, in Chen's mouth, this kind of praise became "ulterior motives".
"Should we change hotels?"
Song Shiwei asked inquiringly.
"It's the same everywhere, so there's no need to go through so much trouble."
Chen said distressedly: "Anyway, a pretty girl like you can easily become a target for bad guys, especially in a city like this where you are unfamiliar with the place, otherwise..."
Chen scratched his head and said reluctantly, "For your personal safety, let's just get a suite, with a bed inside and outside. You sleep in the inside and I sleep outside."
Look at how hypocritical the man who thrives in the system is. It is obvious that he wants to have sex with a beautiful woman, but he still finds reasons to put himself on the moral high ground and act like a gentleman.
"Suite?"
Song Shiwei was a little confused.
It’s true that Sweet Sister is very smart, but she still can’t see through this routine at a glance.
After all, Chen was too cunning. He did not blatantly say "open a single room", but gradually used "suite" to cover up his purpose.
"Yes, the suite."
Chen Zhuo cleverly found an excuse for himself: "I've seen it on TV shows, the kind with bathrooms inside and outside. Once you close the door, it becomes two separate rooms."
In fact, there is no need to explain. When Song Shiwei and Professor Lu went to Singapore during the winter vacation, the mother and daughter did not stay at a relative's house, but stayed in a hotel suite.
It is true that once the door is closed, it is like two independent standard rooms.
Based on this, plus Chen's boyfriend status, the other two's relationship has reached a certain level of intimacy, and the previous alarmist remarks...
"……it is good."
Song Shiwei nodded and agreed to book a suite.
Chen Zhuo tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, trying not to show his "big bad wolf" side, and said with a sincere face: "Then let's go to the front desk to register."
In fact, as long as you live in the same suite, there are many reasons to get close to School Beauty Song. After all, they have already kissed, so there is no such thing as a "safe distance" anymore.
Chen's mind was full of thoughts, he even imagined himself and Sister Sweet lying on the same bed watching TV.
As a result, when checking in, the front desk clerk politely said, "Sir, I'm sorry, the suite for tonight is full."
"what?!"
Chen's first feeling was "Oh shit, the sky is falling! I got so excited for nothing."
The second reaction is "No! This is a rare opportunity, and we have to go ahead with it even if we have to be thick-skinned."
"Unfortunately, there are no suites left."
Chen turned around, still sitting upright, and said, "There are only two options now. One is to change hotels and book a suite, and the other is to stay here tonight."
He also deliberately created two choices, just like in the "differential election", to appear very democratic.
"Aren't there no suites here?"
Song Shiwei asked in a clear voice.
"Yes! But if we look for a hotel now, there might not be any rooms available."
Chen Zhuo pretended to think for a long time, then suddenly slapped his butt and said, "Why don't we just make do with it? Let's book a single room first and change hotels tomorrow."
Anything a man says at this time is bullshit. If I really have to sleep in a single room tonight, it would be strange if I could change hotels tomorrow.
Although Sister Sweet is a blank slate when it comes to feelings, allowing Chen to scribble on her, the man has now reached the point where his true colors are revealed, and she also vaguely senses that something is wrong.
"Is the single room for one bed?"
Song Shiwei looked at her boyfriend and asked.
"cough……"
Chen coughed dryly and replied calmly: "I'm not sure, I've never stayed in a hotel before, but if there is only one bed, then you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa."
After all, he had been trained in a big dye vat, and his psychological quality was extremely strong. Even when facing the clear gaze of the girl, he could lie without blushing, and even pretended to be an innocent boy who had never been to a hotel.
For a moment, Song Shiwei couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
But there is no transition to a [suite], and you have to sleep directly in a [single room], and you may even have to take a shower in front of others. This progress is still too fast.
"Then ask again if there are any connecting single rooms."
Song Shiwei thought for a moment and said.
"Hey~"
Chen let out a wail in his heart, feeling a bit regretful as if the cooked duck had finally flown away. Song Shiwei's attitude showed that she was not ready yet.
However, Chen Zhe is different from other old perverts. He is not that radical. He thinks breaking through a girl's defense is as easy as getting a promotion.
The fastest and most stable way to get promoted is to go up and down.
When pursuing a girl, you should move forward and backward to make it less annoying.
We are taking a small step back now to win more goodwill, and when the time is right, we will take a big step forward. This is just like the economic development of our country, which is called "steady progress."
So Chen Zhuo immediately changed his tone: "You are smart. Actually, two single rooms are fine. As long as they are close to each other, just call me if there is any problem!"
After saying that, Chen Zhuo immediately communicated with the front desk, and Song Shiwei stood behind and waited not too far away.
Maybe the connected single rooms were a bit tight, so Chen weighed them for a long time before finally settling on one.
1805 and 1806, Chen Zhuo in 1805 and Song Shiwei in 1806.
After registering their identity information, the two took the elevator to the 1805th floor. However, Chen Zhuo did not go to his room . Instead, he said to Song Shiwei, "Give me your room card."
"Oh~"
Song Shiwei didn't ask why, and silently handed over the room card, showing her full trust.
Chen Zhedi Ka pushed open the door and walked into the room first. A faint fragrance wafted through the room, which should be the smell of air freshener left after cleaning.
After turning on the lights and looking around, I found that the facilities in the standard room were only average.
The floor is covered with brown carpets, and the desk and chair beside the bed are burnt yellow. Although simple and steady, they are a bit out of touch with the aesthetic of the times, and feel a bit like a state-owned high-end guesthouse.
Then, Chen walked around the room with his hands behind his back as if he was inspecting work.
Song Shiwei sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs stretched straight, her taut lines as flexible as willow branches, quietly watching Chen moving in and out.
The room was not big, so Chen finished walking through it in an instant. He then explained, "See if there are any suspicious people staying here."
Although it was an act of concern, it was a little exaggerated. Song Shiwei smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were like fresh water chestnuts, budding and about to bloom.
Chen's heart skipped a beat. Sister Cos had her own beauty and charm, and Sister Sweet also had her own gentleness and charm.
Normally, Chen Zhe should have returned to 1805 by now, but he didn't. Instead, he lay down on the bed, supported his head with his hands, turned on the TV and watched the animal documentary on CCTV Channel .
If agreeing to book two rooms just now was a "retreat", then now it is a "advance".
Song Shiwei didn't feel that it was out of place for her boyfriend to be here. Instead, she felt that under the dim light, the two of them sitting together watching TV had a special kind of warmth.
Anyway, as long as I go back before going to bed, it will be fine.
The story of the hyena family was playing on TV, and the deep voice of teacher Zhao Zhongxiang could not be avoided: "Spring is here, everything is reviving, and it is the mating season for animals on the prairie again..."
Chen Zhuo thought of the joke about this dubbing in later generations and couldn't help but laugh foolishly.
Song Shiwei didn't understand what was going on, but seeing that Chen was still wearing his outer shoes, she stood up and walked to the closet and took out two pairs of disposable slippers.
"Change your shoes?"
Song Shiwei's voice is like a mountain stream, peaceful, gentle and clear, but not distant.
Chen raised his feet lazily: "Help me take it off."
Song Shiwei ignored him, just put the slippers under the bed, sat on the other side, bent down and started to change.
She thought Chen Zhuo was still watching TV.
In fact, Chen Zhuo had already begun to admire it with his peripheral vision.
Song Shiwei was wearing a pair of pink and white Adidas sneakers. She first untied the shoelaces, loosened the shoe tongue, and then gently pulled her soft and round bare feet out of the shoe hole.
She was wearing a pair of white cotton socks, which, if worn for a long time, would probably have gray and yellow sweat stains on them.
But what's strange is that, apart from a little pilling, there are almost no stains on School Beauty Song's socks.
On the contrary, because of the "pulling" action, the sole of the foot bends inward and the instep forms a graceful curve, giving a feeling of dancing on clouds.
"Tsk tsk!"
Chen couldn't help smacking his lips. What a beautiful girl! Her whole body was as delicate as a sculpture.
Only then did Song Shiwei realize that Chen Zhe had been secretly watching her.
He didn't feel disgusted or angry at all, as if there was nothing wrong with him seeing these things.
But she was really shy. With a slightly blushing face, Song Shi quickly changed her clothes and put her sneakers at the door so that she could put them on when she went out.
As a result, I heard Chen Zhuo teasing behind my back: "No need to put it so far away, I don't mind the stink."
“It doesn’t stink!”
Song Shiwei replied quietly in his heart, but his face remained calm. He walked briskly to the bar, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and started drinking.
While drinking, he looked through the glass window at the vehicles speeding past on Huaihai Middle Road.
It was already past 12 o'clock in the morning and Sweetie's birthday had quietly arrived.
Although there were no flowers or gifts, she didn't care. Since she boarded the plane to Shanghai, this unforgettable birthday party had already begun.
The passing clouds are flowers, and the lingering companionship is a gift.
Somehow, Song Shiwei still felt a little inexplicably worried. After all, he came here without telling his parents.
Given my mother's strong personality, I don't know how this matter will end.
So, there is telepathy between parents and children. Just when Sister Sweet was worried, a plane slowly landed at Hongqiao Airport.
"My right eye was twitching just now."
Before the plane came to a complete stop, Lu Man had already said to Song Zuomin with a worried look on his face, "Will Weiwei be in trouble?"
"What could possibly happen if she and Chen are together?"
Song Zuomin comforted her verbally, but his hand involuntarily took out his cell phone and called his daughter.
In fact, Song Zuoming also knew that his wife’s “accident” was not entirely about personal safety, but the dangerous factor came from Chen Zuoming himself.
Because he is a normal male college student, an energetic male college student.
"Hello, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later. Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is power off..."
Listening to the voice prompt in the microphone, Song Zuomin shook his head: "It's better to turn it off."
"I'm telling you!"
Professor Lu became even more annoyed. She couldn't help but pound the small table and said angrily, "If Chen Zhe dares to bully Wei Wei, I will skin him alive!"
Song Zuomin least wanted to see his wife in this state. Being angry would not solve any problems and would easily escalate the conflict.
"What's the point of your threats?"
Song Zuomin frowned and said, "It's the 21st century now. It's normal for young people in love to have anything happen to each other. Weiwei is already an adult. You have to be mentally prepared for everything."
"I can prepare myself mentally..."
Lu Man said half of his words.
Song Zuomin knew that the second half was "But Chen Zhe can't do it, his family and background are not good enough!"
Song Zuoming did not argue. What he thought in his heart was that if the two young people really came to that point, it would be difficult for Weiwei to accept other boys given her personality.
Then treat Chen Zhuo as your real son-in-law and use your resources to give him a push.
"Director Song."
At this time, the female flight attendant on the plane quietly approached and squatted in front of Song Zuoming and Lu Man.
She asked politely, "Director Zhao has instructed us to arrange an official car for you to use in Shanghai."
"Need not."
Song Zuomin politely replied: "Our group also has a branch in Shanghai. I will talk to Lao Zhao in person. Thank you."
"Director Zhao" is the leader of the Central South Air Traffic Control Bureau in eastern Guangdong, and the person who helps arrange a quick flight.
He must have known that Song Zuoming would not lack a means of transportation in Shanghai, but asking this one more question showed that he cared about these little things.
Song Zuoming refused, firstly because he didn't want to owe anyone any favors, and secondly because he didn't want to appear to be "useless" and need others to arrange even such a small matter for him.
Of course, he also said that he would "communicate with Lao Zhao personally." The subtext of this sentence is that after returning to Guangzhou, he will invite Director Zhao to dinner.
Song Zuoming was not so familiar with the leaders of the Central South Air Traffic Control before, but now they have known each other. This is how interpersonal communication works. In the process of "you help me and I thank you in return", his network of contacts is gradually expanded.
While Song Zuoming was communicating with the chief flight attendant, Lu Man nodded beside him.
It seems that as long as it does not involve issues involving family members, Lu Man is a respected female university professor, knowledgeable and elegant.
But once involved, she is dominated by prejudice and control.
So after getting off the plane, while walking to the exit of the airport, Lu Man anxiously said to her husband: "Hurry up and find out the hotel and room number where Weiwei is staying!"
Although Song Shiwei's cell phone was turned off, for Song Zuoming and Lu Man, it was not a problem at all as long as they wanted to locate their daughter.
In fact, he could even quickly ask Chen Peisong where Chen was staying and his room number.
This kind of thing can be done in 2025, let alone in 2008 when the police supervision system was not strict.
"Let me remind you again."
Song Zuomin sensed the hostility in his wife's tone and advised her again: "No matter what happens, you can't lose your temper in front of your daughter. Her coming to Shanghai is a warning. She can no longer tolerate your way of education."
"It's all because of Chen Zhuo's instigation!"
Professor Lu argued unconvincedly.
Song Zuoming stopped dialing the phone, implying that if you don’t agree, then I won’t investigate.
"I know, I know."
Professor Lu groaned, as if he had to agree for the sake of his daughter.
Song Zuomin then made a phone call: "Hello, is this Xiao Song? I'll give you an ID number, please help me check which hotel and room number she is staying in... and..."
Song Zuomin glanced at his wife beside him and added, "Is it one person or two people living together?"
The person on the other side was probably of a much lower level than Song Zuoming. He just replied "Okay, leader" and went to work without asking anything else.
One minute later, Song Zuomin received a message on his mobile phone:
Shanghai Garden Hotel (No. 58 Maoming South Road), Room 1806, single occupancy.
“Look.”
Song Zuomin let out a long sigh and handed the phone to Lu Man with a smile: "Weiwei and Chenzhe should have booked two rooms. You can rest assured now. I said Chenzhe is very steady. He is not the kind of young man who is impatient."
Seeing this result, Lu Man finally let go of his anxious heart and his stern expression relaxed a little.
"It's better to go there quickly."
Professor Lu urged: "You think Chen Zhe is steady, but I think he is hypocritical." "Your prejudice is too deep."
Song Zuomin was not so worried now, so he asked curiously: "What kind of goal does Chen Zhe want to achieve before you can acknowledge him positively?"
Lu Man had thought about this a long time ago and immediately put forward three conditions: "Study for a master's or doctoral degree at an Ivy League school in the United States, find a stable job on Wall Street after graduation, and get a U.S. green card."
"You are deliberately making things difficult for me."
Song Zuomin smiled bitterly: "Chen Zhe is not bad at studying, but judging from his current behavior, his ambition is definitely not to study and do scientific research."
"no way."
Lu Man said without allowing any rebuttal: "My daughter is so outstanding, if you can't meet these conditions, don't even think about talking to her, unless..."
"Unless what?"
Song Zuomin glanced at his wife, wanting to know what other tricky conditions there could be besides "studying at an Ivy League school and getting a green card."
"Unless his so-called entrepreneurship can change the world!"
Lu Man sneered and walked quickly out of the airport. Someone from CITIC Group's Shanghai branch was already waiting there.
As soon as Song Zuoming appeared, a middle-aged man trotted over to greet him.
This is Xu Xiaoyan, the manager of the branch office. He respectfully shook hands and greeted Song Zuoming and Lu Man. There was no resentment on his face for being called up to meet people at the airport so late at night.
"I just met Mr. Song at a meeting in the capital a few days ago. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Xu Xiaoyan greeted Song Zuomin first, and then did not neglect Lu Man: "Hello, Professor Lu, my daughter is in her third year of high school this year. She is a little biased in her studies, but she is particularly good at biology. I plan to let her apply for Huazhong Agricultural University. I hope she can study with Professor Lu. Even if she can only learn 10% or 20% of her skills, it will be enough for her in this life."
Look at what this said!
Let’s not discuss whether it is sincere or not, and let’s put aside whether it is flattering or not. Which leader would not be happy when hearing these words?
What's more, Xu Xiaoyan is well aware of this truth: when the leader and his wife are present, it is right to praise the leader's wife.
Because, the leader is the leader, but the leader’s wife is the leader’s leader.
When Lu Man was interacting with other people, she was still very normal. She smiled and said modestly, "Hua Nong is not a very good school. Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste for your daughter to come here?"
“Not at all!”
Xu Xiaoyan immediately said: "I have always felt that a good major is more important than a good school, and a good teacher is more important than a good major. After all, knowledge is rigid, but being able to follow a good teacher and learn the principles of life will benefit you for the rest of your life."
As the three of them talked, they came to a black Buick commercial vehicle.
However, what surprised Song Zuoming was that Xu Xiaoyan actually drove here by himself.
“Why don’t you let the driver drive?”
Song Zuomin asked.
"I happened to be summarizing materials at the company that evening, and the driver had gone off work."
Xu Xiaoyan said "embarrassedly": "I didn't mean to call him, but Mr. Song, don't worry, I drive very steadily."
This short sentence reveals at least three meanings:
It is normal for me to work overtime;
I serve you personally;
I drive very steadily.
This is a great way to flatter someone.
That is, when you come into contact with a leader, even if the unit (company) has a driver, it is best to abandon him and take on this role yourself.
This will make a deeper impression on the leader.
These are details hidden in life, but most people cannot understand them.
When the day comes when you can truly apply it, the gap between you and others will be revealed when you understand it but others don’t.
Just like tonight, Song Zuoming originally only knew the name Xu Xiaoyan, but because that person seized the opportunity, he made his presence felt in front of the leader.
Song Zuoming remembered this face.
With his position in CITIC Securities, he could promote a regional manager to the headquarters with just one word.
After getting in the car, Xu Xiaoyan chatted with Song Zuoming and his wife, but he did not inquire about their purpose.
It is clearly a private matter. Only a fool would take the initiative to ask, "Leader, what are you doing in Shanghai so late?" Unless the leader takes the initiative to ask, don't say any more.
The Buick was speeding on the airport highway. Song Zuoming and Xu Xiaoyan were chatting, and of course there was a hint of investigation in their minds.
It is only suitable to occasionally look at the stars in the distance and sigh silently in my heart. My wife said that unless Chen Zhe’s entrepreneurship can change the world.
Learning networks are good, but at most they can influence the structure of an industry and it is impossible to change the whole world.
It seems that Chen Zhuo will never get his wife's approval no matter what.
……
"What are you thinking about?"
Room 1805, Shanghai Garden Hotel, Chen Zhuo was lying on the bed and had watched the entire documentary about the mating and reproduction of hyenas. Song Shiwei was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling bay window in a daze, so he asked with concern.
"No."
Song Shiwei shook her head slightly. She didn't want Chen Zhe to worry too.
"You seem to have something on your mind."
Chen stood up from the bed.
Through the reflection of the glass window, Song Shiwei saw a figure slowly approaching him.
His eyes, reflected through the blurry glass, appeared bright and gentle.
“The night view of Shanghai is so beautiful.”
The sound was heard in the not-so-spacious hotel room, exuding the magnetism of a subwoofer.
This was intentional of course; this was not the tone of voice he usually used when speaking, but it was exactly what was needed at this moment.
"Hmm~"
Song Shiwei nodded.
She didn't turn around, but she could feel Chen Zhen sticking close to her, and even his breath seemed to blow on her neck and hair.
Hot and itchy, lingering in the ears.
Song Shiwei wanted to twist her body to avoid the burning male hormones, but just as she turned a little, her forehead hit Chen Zhuo's chin.
"what happened to you?"
Chen asked.
Song Shiwei said nothing.
There was a hint of teasing in Chen's voice, and one could tell without thinking that he did it on purpose.
Fortunately, the dog man did not take any further action for the time being, and the two of them just sat together, quietly overlooking the bustling night view of the city.
The Shanghai of 18 floors is completely different from the Shanghai of Xiafei Lane.
From this angle, you can't see the bustling atmosphere of the alleys. Everywhere are high-rise buildings reaching into the sky. The dazzling colorful neon lights are like aphrodisiacs, giving the night a psychedelic atmosphere.
Surrounded by pressure, the city's cattle and horses, in this half-drunk and half-awake state, fall into an epileptic carnival at the intersection of dreams and reality.
Loneliness inexplicably arises from the bottom of my heart.
But the warmth coming from my back made me feel that I was not alone.
Song Shiwei curled up the corners of her mouth quietly. Who could have imagined that in the lonely 18th floor hotel, where she could reach out and touch the clouds, there would be someone to celebrate her birthday with her.
This is a little happiness that belongs to me alone.
Unfortunately, the happiness did not last long. Song Shiwei suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Mr. Song also praised Chen Zhe for being "steady and not the kind of young man who is impatient", but he was wrong this time. It is true that Chen Zhe is steady, but he may not be impatient.
If you are not impatient and hot-tempered, can you still be called a young person?
Of course, Chen Zhe didn’t get hard all of a sudden. In one word – the atmosphere was there.
The temperature of his palms was transmitted to his skin through the clothes. The air conditioner in the room was whirring, and Song Shiwei felt as if he was wrapped in a furnace.
She looked up at the glass window, and the gentle eyes behind her had become extremely aggressive.
Song Shiwei suddenly remembered that when she lost her first kiss at the airport last time, Chen Zhe seemed to have the same look in his eyes.
"Are you thirsty? I'll get you a bottle of water..."
Song Shiwei seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen. She suddenly became nervous and subconsciously wanted to dodge.
"Not thirsty."
Chen replied with a smile.
"I, I want to take a shower and rest..."
Song Shiwei found another reason to leave, but his shoulders were held tightly.
At this moment, School Beauty Song was like a panicked little white rabbit, completely different from her usual cold and aloof look.
"That……"
Song Shiwei's heart was beating fast. She wanted to find other excuses, but Chen Zhuo didn't give her another chance.
"I want a hug."
Chen said gently, then he exerted force on his wrist and pulled this high-ranking flower towards him.
But what’s funny is that it might be the first time for both of them to use this position, so they were a bit awkward. They fumbled and adjusted for a long time before they found a position that suited them.
"Boom~boom~boom~"
Song Shiwei pressed her face against Chen Zhuo's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, which was in sync with her own.
“So this is a hug.”
Song Shiwei's face was also very hot. After all, it was the first time in her life that she snuggled in a boy's arms like this.
But this feeling is very comfortable, feeling each other's breath, touching the body temperature on the clothes, fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle, as if they were born to fit together.
Why do lovers hug each other more?
Because, at the moment of "hug", love becomes a concrete action.
After a while, Song Shiwei heard a resonance sound in his chest beside his ear.
Chen is talking.
"When did you like me?"
Chen asked with a smile.
If a couple can ask this question openly, it means that it is not an impulsive liking, but that they have experienced some things and finally chose to fall in love with him (her).
However, School Beauty Song was too introverted. She knew the answer in her heart but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Just adjust to a more comfortable position - closer to Chen's heart, as if this could convey the answer to him silently.
Chen Zhuo didn't ask any further questions. At times like this, the atmosphere is important. With his emotional intelligence, can't he feel it?
So how do we push the [atmosphere] to a climax?
Chen Zhuo lowered his head and took the initiative to tell Song Shiwei in his arms: "I liked you when I was in the third year of high school."
That was indeed the case. He fell in love with Song Shiwei at first sight after his rebirth.
Who wouldn’t like such a beautiful school beauty from Zhizhong?
"Ok!"
So, at the position closest to Chen Zhe's heart, Song Shiwei also responded firmly.
Maybe she is still wondering, there are two semesters in the third year of high school, which one is the first semester or the second semester?
Or, when Chen Zhe was in his first and second year of high school, was he not in the mood for love, or did he like other girls?
There was a pretty girl with a melon-shaped face in that class, and the boys seemed to like her more.
However, Chen Zhuo's movements were faster. He didn't give Song Shiwei any time to think about it. He reached out and lifted her round chin.
Under the bright moonlight, Song Shiwei may have realized what was about to happen, and his eyes were evasive.
But how could Chen Zhuo tolerate such an opportunity to slip away? When he leaned over to kiss her, the body in his arms slowly softened, and her trembling eyelashes closed tightly, looking weak and feeble, which was adorable.
Chen Zhe was indeed a man of great intelligence. At this time, he even had the mind to make comparisons.
Yu Xian is beautiful but has a hot temper. Although it is her first kiss, after getting familiar with each other, she not only responds eagerly, but even bites her tongue or lips mischievously.
Song Shiwei showed a completely different state from usual. At this moment, she was like a little white rabbit that wanted whatever she wanted. She wanted Chen Zhu to stop but she didn't have the strength to stop him.
At this moment, good news and bad news happen at the same time.
The good news is that I have finally caught up with the "progress" of cos sister.
The bad news is that there was a knock on the door outside.
This sound was like an alarm clock after dawn, and its appearance instantly woke up all the dreamers.
"There is, someone..."
Song Shi nudged Chen Zhuo slightly, signaling him to stop first.
Chen had no choice but to stand up from the bed helplessly. He didn't even know when he fell on the bed.
"Why are you so nervous?"
Chen Zhuo straightened his shirt and said, "We are not having an affair, we are doing it legally, and besides, I called you here..."
After saying that, he opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman standing in the corridor.
He was not tall, wearing a blue and white hotel waiter uniform, holding a box in his hand. When he saw Chen coming out, he immediately spoke in Suzhou dialect, "Mr. Chen, this is what you asked for at the front desk."
"Thank you."
Chen thanked him and closed the door again.
At this time, Song Shiwei also came out of the bathroom after sorting her clothes. She had basically returned to normal. Her cold temperament mixed with her flushed cheeks had a strange contrasting beauty.
She stared at the box curiously, wondering what it was.
Chen didn't keep the secret and went to the table to take out the things inside. It turned out to be a birthday cake and a bag of candles.
"I guess this kind of five-star hotel will provide free birthday cakes."
Chen said as he took out the cake.
The free ones are definitely of average quality, with no blessings or fruit decorations, and they are not very big in size. With 19 candles on them, it looks like a turtle that has been shot by an arrow.
However, in Song Shiwei's opinion, this "turtle" is the most meaningful birthday cake in recent years.
Before I was ten years old, my parents had a good relationship, my father was not so busy, and my mother was not so paranoid, and the whole family could still celebrate together.
Later, birthdays seemed to become a formality.
It becomes a vehicle for the mother to stubbornly express her love and a reason for the father to take time out to go home. Although there are precious gifts and exquisite cakes, it lacks the meaning of reunion.
The family has never even blown out birthday candles together.
"Thank you."
Song Shiwei looked at Chen Zhe. This should have been discussed at the front desk when booking the room. It was rare that he still remembered about the cake at that time.
"Don't be too moved, just make a wish."
Chen said with a smile: "Otherwise the candle will go out soon."
Chen deliberately turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only a candle flame swaying.
When it comes to creating atmosphere, Chen Zhe is truly unique.
Song Shiwei crossed his hands, placed them in front of his chest and closed his eyes.
"The first wish."
Song Shiwei silently prayed in her heart and promised to the past: "If possible, I hope to blow out the birthday candles with my parents like I did before I was ten years old."
"Second wish."
Song Shiwei plans to make a promise for the future: "I hope Chen Zhe and I..."
"Dong Dong Dong~"
At this time, there was another knock on the door in the corridor.
A little more urgent than before.
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(End of this chapter)