Chapter 193 Drawing Eyebrows for You

After a few words with Cai Yinong, Song Ci clearly expressed his attitude towards Tangren's film and television affairs.

As a result, my mood became much more relaxed. I guess everyone in Tangren Company will treat Miss Liu like a treasure in the future.

"I heard from Shishi that Tangren will soon be filming The Legend of Sword and Fairy III. I see she is looking forward to this drama. When will it start filming?"

Upon hearing this, Cai Yinong nodded and replied, "It is expected to start filming in Hengdian in June."

After saying this, he secretly glanced at Song Ci, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he looked normal.

After all, Xue Jian, the heroine of "Legend of Sword and Fairy III", is not the number one sister, and she is afraid that Song Ci will be dissatisfied.

After a brief consideration, Cai Yinong took the opportunity to ask, "Mr. Song, regarding the female lead of The Legend of Sword and Fairy III, I plan to invite Lv Yi from Tengda Culture to play the role. What do you think?"

"Lv Yi?" Song Ci was a little surprised. He remembered that Yang Mi was chosen to play the role of "Xuejian" in "Legend of Sword and Fairy III".

Could it be the butterfly effect that was going to destroy Yang Mi's masterpiece? However, since it didn't involve Liu Shishi, he didn't bother to worry about it.

So he responded calmly: "If you want to invite artists under Tengda, you can communicate directly with Zhang Zhao. I usually don't ask about such trivial matters."

"Okay!" Cai Yinong responded respectfully.

She finally understood that this gentleman, apart from paying attention to the affairs of Yi Jie, was really not interested in other matters in the entertainment industry and was too lazy to even ask more questions.

After chatting with the three for a while, Song Ci lost the desire to continue the conversation. After all, his vision and pattern were not at the same level as the three people, so it was difficult to have any common topics.

Cai Yinong noticed that a hint of impatience gradually appeared on Song Ci's face, and they had almost finished talking about everything.

Moreover, I have gained a lot today, so I am ready to leave with knowledge and interest.

He slowly stood up from the sofa and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, thank you for bothering me today. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

"Shishi is drunk, otherwise I'd like to invite Mr. Cai to have a simple meal. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

"Mr. Song, you are so polite. I will treat you if you go to Donghai or Hengdian someday."

Seeing that the president was about to leave, Jiang Yuanyuan and Lin Xia hurriedly stood up, greeted Song Ci politely, and followed Cai Yinong's pace.

Song Ci escorted the three people to the entrance, and noticed Cai Yinong's hesitant expression, so he asked, "Mr. Cai, is there anything else?"

Cai Yinong stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not say out loud the thought that had just arisen in his mind.

I'd better wait for the next opportunity and let Sister Yi come forward to communicate with her man. She forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Mr. Song, please stay!"

After saying that, he left the villa with Yijie's two little followers.

After seeing off the three guests, Song Ci returned to his bedroom on the second floor.

When going upstairs, I unconsciously slowed down my steps and quietly pushed open the bedroom door, for fear of disturbing the tranquility in the house.

A ray of afternoon sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto the sleeping Liu Shishi, casting a halo on her peaceful and pretty face.

Song Ci stood beside the bed with a gentle look. Miss Liu curled up in the quilt, breathing evenly and steadily, still immersed in a sweet dream.

Looking at his girlfriend who was as cheerful as a deer, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned to go to the study to get his laptop.

He returned to the bedroom again, slowly sat down at the head of the bed, placed the notebook flat on his thighs, and browsed the news online while accompanying Liu Shishi.

The dimly lit screen reflected Song Ci's handsome and focused face. He logged into the news website skillfully, his fingertips jumping on the keyboard, typing in several key words such as "subprime mortgage".

The page quickly jumped, and news about the subprime mortgage crisis came into view, and the magnificent picture of the global economic turmoil emerged in my mind.

As the mouse slid, Song Ci's eyes became sharp and serious, and he began to study these reports carefully, trying to capture the latest developments and trends in the global economy.

Since 2008, the shadow of the subprime mortgage crisis has gradually loomed over the global economy.

On January 4, data from the American Bankers Association showed that consumer credit defaults have intensified, with overdue payments at the highest level in nearly a decade.

On January 17, due to severe losses from subprime mortgages, Standard & Poor's Ratings began to implement new assessment methods for bond insurers.

. . .

On February 12, the six largest mortgage banks in the United States announced a "lifeline" plan to prevent foreclosure.

On February 20, Germany announced that the state banks were caught up in the subprime mortgage crisis.

. . .

On April 5, the International Monetary Fund said that global subprime mortgage losses amounted to $1 trillion.

Every piece of news and every report shows that a financial tsunami is about to hit the world, which makes people worried.

In the bedroom, there is only the faint sound of typing on the laptop keyboard and the occasional whisper of the breeze outside the window.

Song Ci was immersed in a sea of ​​information, and combined with the current US stock market data, he roughly estimated the benefits of the subprime mortgage funds.

During his trip to the United States in January, he transferred US$3.3 billion, which was mortgaged by all his assets and shares, to the Paulson Fund through an overseas trust to short the US stock market.

As for why he wanted to rely on the power of the "Paulson Fund", it was mainly because Song Ci had some concerns. After all, as a Chinese, he would undoubtedly face huge risks and challenges if he wanted to short sell in the United States to reap the benefits.

It can only go through domestic American funds. Although this requires paying a lot of fund management fees, it is relatively safer to avoid making too much money later and then letting the Americans act rogue and turn the table, causing unnecessary trouble.

Outside the window, the sun gradually sets and the weather gradually becomes darker.

Song Ci, who had been busy for a long time, let out a breath and rubbed his eyes, which were a little dry from staring at the screen.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that Liu Shishi beside him had woken up at some point and was staring at him quietly, her eyes extremely bright and lively.

"Master, are you awake?"

Liu Shishi didn't say anything. She had actually been awake for a while. When she first came back, she pretended to be drunk, but later the aftereffects of the red wine took effect and she was indeed a little tipsy.

In addition, I guessed that Mr. Song and Ms. K would definitely talk about something, so I simply relaxed and lay down on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the little brother sitting next to her. She really liked this safe and warm atmosphere.

In addition, Song Ci was busy with something, so she didn't say anything to disturb him. She just looked at Mr. Song with great tenderness, enjoying the ordinary yet precious happy time.

Putting the notebook casually on the bedside table, Song Ci lay down with a smile, staring at Liu Shishi sideways.

As their eyes met, love flowed and the two felt each other's warmth.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment of silence, or maybe it was a long gaze, Liu Shishi finally couldn't help but chuckled: "Yi Yi, are we just going to look at each other like this?"

Song Ci smiled brightly and whispered softly, "This isn't a bad idea!

Hide the roses in the heat of midsummer, hide the crabapples in the quiet beauty of late autumn, and hide love in the tenderness of the heart. I also like this kind of quiet and warm time. "

It was like going back to their childhood, when Liu Shishi was practicing ballet and he was sitting quietly beside her with a book. Although they were doing different things, they were accompanying each other tacitly.

Holding her lover's neck, Liu Shishi gave him a gentle kiss, then climbed out of the bed, stretched, revealing her graceful and beautiful figure.

"Sister K left?"

"Yes! He talked to me for a few words and then left."

Liu Shishi threw herself on Mr. Song, listening to his strong heartbeat and breathing sweetly.

While stroking her boyfriend's chest, she asked curiously, "What did you talk about?"

"Shishi, your hand!" Song Ci didn't have time to answer because his girlfriend's little hand had already unzipped his zipper.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore! Let's get down to business first." Liu Shishi's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were charming, and she uttered a few words in a delicate voice: "Sir, I want it!"

"You haven't showered yet! You smell like alcohol."

When Liu Shishi heard this, she roared in dissatisfaction: "Song Yiyi, you still despise me!"

After saying that, she showed her domineering attitude as a big sister, turned over and sat on Song Ci, and said angrily: "There is a small umbrella!"

"Okay then." Seeing Miss Liu's coquettish look, Song Ci pouted helplessly and lay down completely.

Life is like xx. Since you can't resist it, you can only enjoy it.

Soon more than an hour passed, the two of them made love and released their love to their heart's content, then they washed up together.

"Yi Yi, when did you learn this trick?"

“I learned it from reading books.”

In the bedroom, the warm yellow light sprinkled like honey in front of the dressing table. Song Ci leaned forward slightly, his expression focused and almost pious.

I saw him holding the eyebrow pencil lightly in his right hand, and the slender tip of the pen seemed to carry a thousand kinds of tenderness.

His left hand gently supported Xiao Qingmei's cheek, and the delicate touch from his fingertips aroused tenderness in his heart.

Liu Shishi's eyes were lightly closed, her eyelashes casting dark shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks were lightly pink with shyness and anticipation, just like peach petals blooming on a branch in spring.

"Do the books you usually like to read teach men how to draw eyebrows for girls?"

Song Ci didn't have time to answer. He held his breath and concentrated. He first lightly tapped the end of his girlfriend's eyebrow with an eyebrow pencil. At an extremely slow speed, as if he was outlining a peerless painting, he filled in and smudged the color bit by bit along the natural curvature of the eyebrow.

"We went to school for The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Didn't Zhang Wuji help Zhao Min draw her eyebrows?"

Song Ci sometimes moved closer to take a closer look, his breath gently caressing Miss Liu's face, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly; sometimes he stepped back a little to examine the whole thing, ensuring that every stroke was just right.

Liu Shishi thought about it and realized that there was indeed such a passage in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

When she watched the Su Youpeng and Jia Jingwen version of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" before, she was looking forward to whether there would be a man who would draw her eyebrows in the future.

Unexpectedly, after so many twists and turns, I ended up in the hands of my childhood sweetheart.

"Hehe, Yi Yi, you are my great master Zhang! Draw well. If you draw well, I will reward you handsomely."

"I don't like Zhang Wuji."

"Why?" Liu Shishi was curious. Zhang Wuji was so nice and he was deeply in love with Zhao Min.

"Zhang Wuji gave up the martial arts world and the country. He gave happiness to Zhao Min, but left his worries to Xiao Zhao, his wandering to Zhu'er, and his regrets to Zhiruo... He lacked the responsibility of a man."

Before Song Ci finished speaking, Liu Shishi puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "How can you ask him to take responsibility? Marry them all?

This girl is your Song Yiyi's Zhao Min, then who is your Xiao Zhao, Zhu'er, Zhiruo, and Shen who is obsessed with you and went to the United States... "

"Don't move, it's almost done. Don't blame me if the painting gets ruined." Song Ci said in a cold voice, hastily interrupting his girlfriend who was inexplicably jealous. If she continued, the situation would be bad.

"You just know how to be mean to me!" Liu Shishi muttered, and then kept silent.

Song Ci kept moving the eyebrow pencil in his hand. When he reached the peak of the eyebrow, he paused for a moment, turned his wrist slightly, and skillfully outlined the clever and gentle curve.

She was so focused that it was as if all the troubles in the world were isolated in front of this small dressing table. The only things in her eyes were Liu Shishi's eyebrows that needed to be painted and her pretty face.

When the last stroke was added, Miss Liu opened her eyes. Her already bright eyes looked even more lively against the backdrop of her new eyebrows, as if they contained sparkling stars and sparkling autumn water.

The job was done and Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was his first time drawing eyebrows for a woman, the effect seemed very good.

The corners of his mouth raised in a satisfied arc, his fingertips caressed his new eyebrows lovingly, and he whispered, "So beautiful."

Liu Shishi raised her eyes and saw Mr. Song's infatuated expression. She felt very proud and had forgotten the jealousy she had felt a few minutes ago.

The two smiled at each other, and the room was filled with tenderness, warmer and more intoxicating than the light.

After a long time, Song Ci sat by the bed, looking at the clothes spread out on the bed by Liu Shishi, with a helpless look on his face.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he urged helplessly, "Shibao, it's already seven o'clock, and we haven't had dinner yet. We're just going out to watch a movie. Is it necessary to go through so much trouble?

You are good-looking, and you look good in anything. It's cold at night, so just pick something warm. It's dark in the cinema, so no one will notice you. "

Hearing her boyfriend's anxious but caring words, Liu Shishi felt sweet in her heart and smiled:

"It will be ready soon. I will dress beautifully and go out to make you proud. My husband is so handsome, I have to match you, right?"

Knowing that Song Ci would only say "it looks good" perfunctorily, Liu Shishi no longer counted on her and picked up a blue dress and tried it on in front of the fitting mirror.

Song Ci was lying on the bed, bored, and suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "Shishi, do you have any plans for your trip recently?"

Liu Shishi picked up another white shirt and was a little dissatisfied after comparing it. She thought that white was too plain to wear at night.

After hearing what her boyfriend said, she immediately replied, "I'm going to your company to shoot the endorsement advertisement on the 15th, and I'm going to Donghai to shoot the magazine cover on the 22nd."

Song Ci was stunned when he heard this, "Tengda asked you to shoot an advertisement? How come I didn't know about it?"

Liu Shishi was also surprised when she heard this. When she got the news that Tengda Group asked her to endorse the game, she thought it was Song Ci's intention, so she gladly accepted it.

"I'll ask what's going on tomorrow. The company usually only hires celebrities to promote some of its newly launched games. It's fine if you accept one or two. But you can't accept too many game ads. If you accept too many, it will have a bad reputation."

Liu Shishi nodded slightly. Since Mr. Song said it was okay, she focused on shooting the commercial.

"You have to make time to go out on the evening of next Saturday, the 12th. Mr. Lei and his wife next door are inviting us to dinner. I have already agreed."

"Oh, it's the neighbor from Building 8 next door, right?"

Song Ci nodded: "Yes!"

"What does he do?" Liu Shishi was curious. Those who could live in Jingyuan were all wealthy people.

"Mr. Lei used to be in the Internet e-commerce business, but unfortunately he didn't catch the good times. It would have been great if he had met me earlier. Later he switched to some investment." Song Ci looked regretful.

"He's also in the Internet business! So who's richer, him or you?" Liu Shishi asked questions one after another like a curious baby.

"Your man is richer! But Mr. Lei is not bad either, he has cold billions in his card!"

Liu Shishi exclaimed: "Billions? You have some too..."

Song Ci's patience had reached its limit, and she urged again, "Liu Shishi, are you done yet? Have you chosen your clothes? If you don't want to go out, let's have dinner at home.

(End of this chapter)