This Su Qingcheng was indeed very beautiful. Her small face was only the size of an adult's palm. Her black eyes were dust-free, their color sparkling and clear like mountain spring water. She was beautiful, but she gave Song Ci a familiar feeling.
Song Ci understood why Su Qingcheng gave her a familiar feeling, because Su Qingcheng's charm was too similar to Mu Qiu. Song Ci and Mu Qiu were very familiar with each other, and it might be difficult for others to see it, but Song Ci noticed it at a glance.
Song Ci felt a little sad for Su Qingcheng. Did she know that she was just the shadow of another woman?
Su Qingcheng stared at the shoes in Song Ci's hand with a slightly surprised expression, "Miss Song also likes this pair of shoes?" Su Qingcheng picked up her shoe box and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, we picked the same pair."
Song Ci handed the shoes to the salesgirl behind her and said to Su Qingcheng, "It's quite a coincidence, but I won't buy this pair of shoes."
"Why?" Su Qingcheng stared at Song Ci's feet and said, "Miss Song's feet will look very good in this pair of shoes. Don't you like it?" Or does Song Ci not like wearing the same shoes as others?
Song Ci smiled and told Su Qingcheng, "I do like it, but the last pair of size 37 shoes has already been picked by Miss Su. Don't you think it's fate?"
"Like this?" Su Qingcheng looked up at the saleswoman behind Song Ci and asked her, "Is this the only pair you have in size 37?"
The salesgirl nodded and explained, "The replenishment payment won't arrive until the day after tomorrow. How about Miss Song, you take a look at other items?"
"good."
Shoes are not men, but that doesn’t mean they are indispensable.
Song Ci turned around and was about to choose other shoes when Su Qingcheng suddenly called her, "Miss Song, I have many styles similar to these shoes. Otherwise, I'll give these shoes to you."
Afraid that Song Ci would not accept, Su Qingcheng said, "The reason I want to buy this pair of shoes is because I love collecting high heels. In fact, I don't wear many of the shoes I buy. If Miss Song really likes them, I will give them to you. We can just consider them as friends."
Su Qingcheng told Song Ci: "I'm new here and I don't have any friends. Miss Song, can we be friends?"
Song Ci didn't dislike Su Qingcheng. She wasn't shy or coy, and talking to her was quite pleasant. Su Qingcheng was going to be the mistress of the Chuandong Group, and Song Ci was happy to befriend her.
"Then I thank you Miss Su for giving them up." Song Ci told Su Qingcheng: "To be honest, I have to attend an audition tomorrow, and I bought this pair of shoes just to match my skirt. Miss Su, thank you so much."
"In that case, you need it even more." Su Qingcheng added Song Ci on WeChat, and Song Ci directly transferred the money for the shoes to Su Qingcheng.
Song Ci and Su Qingcheng found a cafe and sat down to chat. Su Qingcheng, who came from the south, had a gentle temperament and a soft voice when she spoke, like a quietly flowing stream, pleasant to the ear.
Song Ci has a quick temper. When talking to Su Qingcheng, he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring Su Qingcheng.
Su Qingcheng told Song Ci: "To be honest, Miss Song is also very famous in our Sucheng. Many socialites and internet celebrities over there like to learn dressing tips from Miss Song."
"I've tried it, too." Su Qingcheng didn't lie; she had indeed borrowed some clothing styles from Song Ci. "Last year, you shared an outfit on Weibo: a red shirt with black jeans, and you had your hair in wavy, explosive curls. I thought it looked so good on you, I even went to the mall and bought the same outfit."
Su Qingcheng laughed and said embarrassedly: "How should I put it? When I dress like you, I feel like a middle school student stealing his sister's clothes. Miss Song has a plump figure, while I am thin, so I still can't imitate blindly."
Su Qingcheng speaks frankly, dares to make fun of herself and brag about herself, and Song Ci has a good impression of her.
The two chatted for a long time until Han Zhan called. Song Ci smiled apologetically at Su Qingcheng and said, "Sorry, I have to take a call." Song Ci picked up the phone and heard Han Zhan say, "I'm on the third floor. Where are you?"
Song Ci pulled aside the dark green curtains and looked outside. She easily recognized Han Zhan. "Brother Han, I'm in the cafe!" Han Zhan, who was standing in the opposite corridor, heard this and looked towards the cafe.
He had good eyesight and spotted Song Ci peeking at him through the window. Han Zhan waved at Song Ci and said, "I see you."
Song Ci also waved to him and said to the phone: "Brother Han, come and find me."
Su Qingcheng knew it was Song Ci's husband who called. Seeing Song Ci waving to the people outside, Su Qingcheng tilted her head and glanced out the window. There were many people coming and going in the mall corridor, but only one person was waving to Song Ci.
It was a tall man wearing a military coat, which was still stained with dust...
Su Qingcheng's breathing stagnated.
Everyone says that Song Ci married a man from an ordinary family, which is a bit too ordinary!
Su Qingcheng looked at Song Ci again with admiration. As expected, Song Ci lived her life to her own will, and her vision for choosing a husband was unique.
Song Ci hung up the phone and turned around, just in time to catch the astonishment in Su Qingcheng's eyes. She knew what Su Qingcheng was thinking, so she told Su Qingcheng: "That's my husband. He went to the nursing home to deliver the goods today."
"So that's how it is." Su Qingcheng was thinking: Although Miss Song's husband is a bit ordinary, he has a kind heart. It seems that Miss Song deeply loves her husband's soul.
Han Zhan came over quickly. Instead of entering the cafe, he stood in the corridor and knocked on the glass window.
Song Ci stood up and said goodbye to Su Qingcheng, "My husband is here, I'll leave first, Miss Su, we'll talk next time."
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