Chapter 117 evening ceremony

"Third brother, that's the dress I want to wear at night! How beautiful!" Said, Song Mu's eyes burst out bright light, can't wait to rush down from the stairs, even slippers can't fall to wear. The gift box in Nanbai's hand was grabbed relentlessly. Song Mu carefully looked at the elegant and luxurious dress in his hand. His heart could not stop being happy. The eyebrow eye was narrowed into a seam. "Go and put on your slippers." Gu Jingxiu was livid, but his speech was gentle, and his cold eyes had a deterrent force that could not be resisted, which really overwhelmed Song Mu. "Isn't it warm at home, and it's not cold... Third brother, you just worry about it." "Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind," Song Mu directly turned his face over and did not look at Jingxiu. He pouted and said grumpily, with reluctance written all over his face. "I think I have been so kind to you recently that I can not even listen to my words." Gu Jingxiu's tone became serious, and the overbearing atmosphere of picking up at the end of his eyes and undercurrent under his eyes was unclear, hiding dangerous and incomprehensible feelings. Song Mu instinctively wanted to change his mouth and admit his mistake, but it was too late. At this time, everything seemed pale. I saw Gu Jingxiu without saying anything, got up and strode to the front of Song Mu, held her horizontally in her arms, and walked straight towards the stairs. "Third brother, let me down quickly...... let me down!" Song Mu was frightened by this sudden action, fiercely hugged Gu Jingxiu's neck, panicked and looked at his empty body, wronged Baba pleaded. "Third Brother, I can walk by myself, just let me down, OK, Third Brother." But no matter how much Song Mu begged, Gu Jingxiu seemed not to hear it. His eyes were always staring at the front, letting the little girl in his arms make noise. This level of "punching and kicking" is tickling in Gu Jingxiu's eyes, and he doesn't even feel it. The more Song Mu struggles, the tighter he holds it. Gu Jingxiu placed the slippers randomly placed by Song Mu neatly, then put her gently on the bed and crouched in front of Song Mu. "Sit down and don't move." Song Muben wanted to run away at a lightning speed when he sat down, but after feeling Gu Jingxiu's fervent warning eyes, he had to sit there obediently. Gu Jingxiu Ting Song Mu wore slippers one by one, and his heart felt much more comfortable in an instant. Eyebrow eyes with a smile, slightly narrowed eyes, corners of the mouth unconsciously evoked, let a person can't detect it. "Go and see if it fits." Gu Jingxiu got up and retreated to one side, deliberately giving up the position in front of him, tilted his head and motioned, with a little joy in his heart. Although he tried his best to hide it, he could still see that he seemed to look forward to Song Mu putting on his clothes. Song Mu didn't answer, but "whoosh" rushed out of the door, like a "hungry tiger pouncing on food" on the evening dress, just met the edge and rushed to the guest room on the first floor without stopping. Gu Jingxiu also went downstairs in this time gap and waited with Nanbai in the living room for a while "one eye for ten thousand years." After a long silence, about ten minutes later, the closed door was pulled open from the inside. The two men in the living room looked in the same direction at the sound, holding their breath and looking forward to it. I saw the beauty who came out leisurely from the room with snow-white skin color, which can be white to shine under the light and can be described as crystal clear. Song Mu's height is not short, and his figure is also excellent. The split design of the fishtail skirt perfectly shows the advantage of long legs. If it is matched with a pair of noble high heels, it is simply a full aura and a "master of cutting men". "How, good-looking? Why don't you talk?" After some self-appreciation, Song Mu raised his eyes and looked at Gu Jingxiu and Nanbai in front of him with expectant eyes, waiting for their praise. But even Gu Jingxiu, a mature and stable person, was stunned. Will Nanbai be better than him? Even the straight steel straight man will fall again at this moment. "Amazing." Gu Jingxiu suddenly came to absolute being in Song Mu's repeated questioning, dodged his eyes and looked elsewhere, forcing the burning fire in his heart, and spoke in a bland tone. "Cut... you are too perfunctory, third brother... Nanbai, you say." Song Mu looked at Gu Jingxiu's eyes floating elsewhere, frowned and turned his eyes, targeting Nanbai, who was ready to leave quietly. "Of course, the little lady looks good in everything she wears. She is ashamed of the flowers when she closes the moon. She is beautiful when she sinks into the wild goose." Nanbai's body was stiff and stood still. At this moment, there are only these words that can be thought of in his mind. It is better to say than not to say. He knew very well in his heart that the little lady would never give up until he got his own answer, and he had to ask why when he chased the moon. "Gu Ye, the stylist will come soon." "Good." * "How long will it take, third brother... I think if I stay in this place again, my makeup will be spent." The car was warm, Song Mu's little face was flushed with steam, muttering a mouth, let a person can't help but want to pinch. "It'll be here soon. Turn down the heating." Gu Jingxiu commanded the driver MoMo in front of him, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and a very deterrent look made the driver tremble fiercely, unconsciously speeding up the speed. Have to say, Gu Jingxiu's aura is still very strong, the average person simply can't resist. "Go, put on your clothes and take them off when you go on stage. I will watch you here." Song Mu got out of the car with a slight sense of timidity towards strange things outside and a feeling of reluctance to Gu Jingxiu. Song Mu took part in this occasion for the first time and the scale was bigger than she expected. Sitting in front of the TV and seeing it, I don't think it's a big deal, but once I really get to the scene, I really feel unintelligent. "Little Muer, come here." Just as Song Mu was walking forward with small steps, there was a familiar voice not far away. Song Mu seemed to have suddenly grabbed a lifeline. When he looked carefully, there were still tears in his eyes. When he suddenly looked back, he saw Fu Lao standing in front of her in a suit and waving his hand at her. "God, it's really my savior. It's the right time to come. Grandpa Fu is really awesome." Song Mu secretly secretly delighted in his heart, but on the surface it did not show up. After all, people like their appearance must be kept dignified and elegant, and cannot lose face. "Are you nervous, Xiao Muer?" Looking at Song Mu standing there shaking, Fu Lao hurriedly took Xiao Muer to a place like a VIP lounge and quipped with a smile. "How can I be nervous when Grandpa Fu is with me?" Song Mu's small mouth has always been so talkative, and Fu Lao, who listened to his sweet and greasy voice, couldn't help but raise a happy smile. He really likes Xiao Mu Er more and more. "Knock--" Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the door, followed by a respectful question. "Mr. Fu, it's your turn to play." "OK, I see." The footsteps of the man outside the door gradually drifted away. Inside the room, Fu Lao also stood up and came out with Song Mu pushing the door. However, as soon as I left the door, I didn't walk for a long time, and the major media rushed up and went on and on, which was a "prosperous scene" with a sea of people. Song Mu has never seen so many people in his life, and they all come for themselves. He feels flattered instantly. "Hiss-so dazzling." Song Mu subconsciously raised his hand in front of his eyes, his twisted eyebrows tightly linked together, his face was written with the word "disgust", and his heart had already muttered and scolded thousands of times. Fu Lao also felt Song Mu's discomfort, raised his hand to block the light in front of her, and stared at the unappreciative reporters in front of him with fierce eyes. Song Mu's face is not given, but Mr. Fu's face must be given. They don't want to be as miserable as those reckless reporters before, and even lose their jobs in the end. With the help of Fu Lao and the attention of all the people, Song Mu took big steps onto the stage and politely took the microphone handed by the host. "I heard that Fu Lao is not going to take part in this year's chess competition. I wonder if this one around you is the player who will take your place in the competition?" Supporters directly skipped Song Mu and came to Fu Lao's life. They looked flattering and felt sick when they saw it. Are people so snobbish nowadays? Cut, it's hypocritical. Song Mu turned a big supercilious look in his heart, still keeping a professional smirk on his face, and spit out his anger. "Yes, this is Song Mu, the contestant who took my place this year. This little girl was selected by me through layers of screening. She is definitely a dark horse." Fu Lao smiled on Song Mu's face when he said it. He was very happy and gushing as if there were endless words to say. "This young lady has never seen it before. It seems that she is a newcomer. I don't know if she can afford the affirmation of Mr. Fu." The host saw Song Mu's fundus hiding feelings that people couldn't understand. There were jealousy and contempt, and he raised his eyebrows and held his head high. "Whether I can afford it remains to be seen. I will do my best." As the saying goes, "One more thing is better than one less thing". Song Mu does not intend to confront the host. There is no need for this. "Well, then we will wait and see." "......" The press conference lasted for a whole hour. The contestants showed up, took photos, talked a few words, and then took the final group photo. Song Mu had an expression from beginning to end, and his face was stiff with laughter. I really couldn't understand why it had to be delayed for an hour when it could be solved in 20 minutes. "Grandpa Fu, I will go back first. You should go back to rest earlier and look forward to my performance tomorrow." Song Mu's face was full of confidence, patting his chest with a pair of answers, and wrapping the ticket.