On Saturday morning, Song Qingzhou slept comfortably and got up slowly when the sun was about three o'clock. When he went downstairs, he found that Shen Jingwen was having brunch. Chu Ziang was smiling and didn't know what he was talking about. .
Shen Jingwen saw her and said hello: "Qingzhou, do you want to come and have some too?"
Song Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "You guys can eat, I'll have lunch later."
Then she walked over and took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and drank it. After drinking it in one breath, she started to empty the ingredients in the refrigerator to see what she could have for lunch.
Song Qingzhou asked while looking at the inventory in the refrigerator: "Are you eating at home for lunch today?"
Chu Ziang stole a piece of sausage from the plate in front of Shen Jingwen. Shen Jingwen gave him a sideways glance, but he smiled happily.
Hearing Song Qingzhou's question, he swallowed the sausage in his mouth and replied: "The two of us will go out to try on the dresses for the evening ball later. We won't be back until after seven o'clock."
Song Qingzhou took out a bag of chicken, turned around and asked, "What about Xu Sinian and Yu Xi?"
Shen Jingwen was a little surprised: "Didn't you read the news in the group? They went out for waltz dance class early in the morning, and they probably won't be back until the dance starts."
Song Qingzhou took out two more lettuces from the refrigerator: "When I just woke up, I realized that the mobile phone the program team gave me was out of battery, and it is still charging."
Chu Ziang stole another piece of broccoli from Shen Jingwen's plate, chewing it with a bulging mouth.
Shen Jingwen glared at him again, and then said, "Then you don't know what Mo Ziqian is doing."
When Song Qingzhou heard Mo Ziqian's name, he put down the tomato in his hand: "What did he do?"
Shen Jingwen spread her hands and said, "We don't know what he did. He hasn't seen anyone else all morning. We thought you knew."
Song Qingzhou tilted his head, thinking that he might have missed some news.
She defrosted the chicken in the kitchen, said hello to Shen Jingwen and the others, and ran upstairs to see how her phone was being charged.
Chu Ziang was just about to eat another piece of chicken breast when he found that his fork was empty. He simply supported his chin with one hand and looked at Shen Jingwen: "I found that you are quite concerned about the affairs of the other two pairs of guests. ."
Shen Jingwen slowly ate the piece of chicken breast that Chu Ziang wanted to eat just now, and replied lightly: "I care about them, but you have a bad taste. We are different."
Chu Ziang also imitated Song Qingzhou's behavior and tilted his head: "Really? Why do I feel that we are the same?"
Shen Jingwen turned her head and ignored him. Okay, she admitted that they only had a little bit of bad taste, but one pair was a mother-child single couple, and the other pair was a happy enemy pair. It was interesting no matter how you looked at it.
But she would not personally admit that she had the same bad taste as Chu Ziang.
At this time, Song Qingzhou had returned to the room, charging for five minutes and talking for two hours. Nowadays, mobile phones charge very quickly. Song Qingzhou turned on the phone smoothly. Without looking at the group message, she directly opened the chat box with Mo Ziqian. Just three messages.
Mo Ziqian: How about the dresses prepared by the program crew?
Mo Ziqian: Have you gotten up?
Mo Ziqian: I have some things to deal with when I go out. I will be back before the dance.
Song Qingzhou looked at the time of the last message, which was 9:05 in the morning, and it was already 10:30.
She thought for a while and replied:
Song Qingzhou: The dress is not bad.
Song Qingzhou: Waiting for you to come back.
Then put down the phone and go downstairs to cook.
Today is a sunny day that has not been seen for a long time. After lunch, Song Qingzhou was lying on the sofa, and the bright and dazzling sunlight shone on her through the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
She squinted her eyes, feeling a little drowsy.
Song Qingzhou squinted for a while, then washed a plate of fruit and put it next to him, reading novels and watching videos, and the afternoon passed like this.
Mo Ziqian never came back, and neither did anyone else.
In addition to the staff of the program team, Song Qingzhou was the only guest in the huge villa. She was very comfortable and enjoyed her time alone.
In the evening, she simply ate a little, then took a shower, put on light makeup, put on the silver dress and high heels.
Song Qingzhou looked at herself in the mirror. The light and simple makeup made her facial features more delicate and perfect. Next to the tall bridge of her nose was a natural smiling lip. Even if she was not smiling, she seemed to have a slight smile. Smile, reddish-brown lipstick seems to be the last touch of warmth in autumn.
The silver-white dress made her skin as white as jade. The off-the-shoulder design allowed Song Qingzhou's delicate collarbones to be seen at a glance. The layered skirt fell to the ground. The pure white strappy high-heeled shoes decorated her legs. More slender and slender.
Song Qingzhou picked up the white half-feather mask and covered the upper half of his face, revealing only a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes.
At this time, at 7:30 pm, there was the sound of a car coming back outside.
Song Qingzhou casually took a shawl and went downstairs. As soon as she reached the stairs on the first floor, she saw Shen Jingwen, who was wearing a bright red dress and blazing like fire, walking in. Behind him was Chu Ziang, who was chic in a white suit. From a distance It seems that the two people are like icy snow and warm fire, which should be incompatible but yet strangely coexist.
As soon as Shen Jingwen looked up, she saw an endless stream of bright stars that seemed to be flowing down the stairs. She smiled and said, "Qingzhou, you look so beautiful."
Song Qingzhou hadn't worn high heels for a long time. She was trying to adapt. When she heard this, she replied: "Jingwen, you look good in this outfit too."
Chu Ziang looked around: "Have the others not come back yet?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ming Yuxi's cheerful voice appeared in the living room before her people: "Everyone is dressed nicely."
The three people in the living room all turned to look at the door. Ming Yuxi, who was cute and playful in a bright yellow short skirt, ran over, followed by a panting Xu Sinian, who was wearing a light gray dress. He lowered his head and breathed hard for a while before saying: "Wait for me."
Song Qingzhou looked at the five-centimeter pointed white high-heeled shoes on Ming Yuxi's feet, and he felt admiration in his heart.
The staff of the program team led them to the dance venue arranged in the villa area. Song Qingzhou walked at the back of the crowd, looking back at the empty door with the hem of her skirt. Mo Ziqian had not appeared yet.
A sign was erected at the ball: Welcome to the Masquerade.
