Song Qingzhou's eyes widened even more as he listened. This gossip was really exciting.
Later, Chu Ziang also joined the cooking army. The three of them were busy in the kitchen for more than an hour and finally made a sumptuous meal.
However, the cooking combination of these three people made Song Qingzhou and Ming Yuxi look into the kitchen. Mo Ziqian and Lu Yuexun were both speechless, while Xu Sinian looked surprised. .
When it was time for dinner, Mo Ziqian heard the complete gossip from Song Qingzhou's heart. Everyone knew about Shen Jingwen and Chu Ziang's cooking skills. Unexpectedly, Wang Liqing's cooking skills were also very good.
After finishing the meal, everyone who had not cooked tidied up the kitchen and dining room, and then gathered in the living room to listen to Director Wang Mian announce the next week's gameplay.
Director Wang Mian coughed lightly before raising his loudspeaker and shouting: "As mentioned before, in the first three weeks of December, the eight guests can combine freely, and the votes for the most popular CP will be placed in December. In the last week of the month, we will select the top three most popular groups to broadcast live, and now there are eight guests, so the competition is even more intense."
Everyone looked at each other after hearing this, but no one cared too much about it, and Song Qingzhou didn't care at all. The so-called CP live broadcast was just overtime work. Anyway, as long as she recorded the variety show normally, she could earn the salary.
As a worker at the lowest level, it has become Song Qingzhou's habit to fish as much as possible.
However, she is still very dedicated. If she is really included in the three pairs of CPs, then she will seriously prepare for the live broadcast, but I still hope that she will not be there.
But Song Qingzhou's idea will eventually come to nothing, because now the most popular thing in their variety show is her and Mo Ziqian's "weekend CP".
Every Sunday night, Song Qingzhou always sighs that the good time is always so short, and then gets ready to go to bed early, so that he can get up painfully on Monday morning.
But tonight was different for Song Qingzhou. She was watching the time passing by in her room, rolling around on the bed repeatedly, waiting for the 231st time she checked the time on her phone. , finally five minutes away from zero.
It was almost early in the morning and the villa was dark and empty. Song Qingzhou slipped out of the room wearing bunny pajamas with a bag in her hand. Then she walked lightly downstairs and quietly opened the refrigerator door and took out a package. A tight little box.
By the time she reached Mo Ziqian's room on the second floor, it was still one minute away from midnight.
Song Qingzhou took out his mobile phone and called Mo Ziqian, secretly praying that Mo Ziqian was not asleep yet.
Mo Ziqian was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone. Since the last time Song Qingzhou sent him a message asking for help, he had turned off the do not disturb mode of his mobile phone, especially since Song Qingzhou's WeChat messages and phone calls had special ringtones.
So when he opened the door, he saw Song Qingzhou wearing a bunny hat and looking at him with a smile, holding a palm-sized cake in his hand with a candle on it.
"Happy birthday, Mo Ziqian."
Mo Ziqian's cold eyes reflected Song Qingzhou's figure, and a warmth spread in his heart. The corner of his mouth curled up: "Thank you."
In order not to disturb others, Mo Ziqian asked Song Qingzhou to enter the room with the cake. Song Qingzhou asked him to turn off the light, and then a candle illuminated the faces of the two people. The weak candlelight softened Mo Ziqian's face.
Song Qingzhou looked at him expectantly and said, "Hurry up and make a wish."
Mo Ziqian looked at her, closed his eyes, and made a wish devoutly: "I hope I can celebrate her birthday with her every year."
After Mo Ziqian finished blowing out the candles and turned on the light, Song Qingzhou took out a bag from behind: "Deng Deng Deng, birthday gift."
Mo Ziqian smiled and asked, "How did you know today is my birthday?"
Song Qingzhou scratched his head and said, "I saw your ID card by chance before."
Mo Ziqian said seriously: "Thank you."
Song Qingzhou was even more embarrassed: "You saved my life before, and celebrating your birthday is nothing. I know you don't like crowds, so I secretly prepared birthday gifts and cakes for you. No one else would. I know."
Mo Ziqian thought that you hid it well, and even I didn't hear what you were saying.
Song Qingzhou handed him the bag and said, "Let's see if you like the gift?"
Mo Ziqian opened the bag and saw a big red thick scarf inside. Song Qingzhou took out the scarf and put it on Mo Ziqian's neck. After adjusting it a little, he felt that Mo Ziqian looked really good in red.
Mo Ziqian lowered his head slightly and looked at the girl in front of him. Song Qingzhou's head was just at Mo Ziqian's nose. He looked at the fluffy rabbit ears on Song Qingzhou's head, and his eyes became dark.
Song Qingzhou said while adjusting his scarf: "It will be colder in Suzhou next time. You can wear a scarf when going out so that your neck and ears will not get cold."
After Song Qingzhou finished speaking, she didn't get a response from Mo Ziqian, so she looked up and saw Mo Ziqian's fox eyes looking at her unblinkingly.
The feeling of weightlessness came again, and thick fog filled the air around Song Qingzhou again. Her eyes were blankly looking at Mo Ziqian, and her hands were still on the scarf around Mo Ziqian's neck.
Mo Ziqian took half a step forward and stretched out his hands to hold Song Qingzhou in his arms. As expected, he still felt so soft.
Song Qingzhou reacted the moment Mo Ziqian looked away and hugged her, and then found that Mo Ziqian hugged her. He had never hugged a boy like this before. Song Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and was about to push away. Mo Ziqian heard a tingling breath coming from her ears. Mo Ziqian whispered in her ear: "Song Qingzhou, you are fine."
The next second, Mo Ziqian let go of Song Qingzhou. Song Qingzhou noticed with keen eyes that Mo Ziqian's ears were a little red, as bright as the red scarf around his neck.
Song Qingzhou suddenly felt a little hot on his face. What was that hug just now?
She was about to open her mouth to ask, but found that she couldn't. Mo Ziqian was waiting for her to speak, so the two of them were silent for a while.
Song Qingzhou saw the cake on the side and immediately changed the subject: "Let's try this cake. I have been choosing it for a long time, hahaha."
Mo Ziqian saw Song Qingzhou lowering his body to cut the cake, so he also squatted down.
Song Qingzhou felt Mo Ziqian's approach, and she unconsciously moved to the side. Then she heard Mo Ziqian say: "Song Qingzhou, turn your head and look at me."
