Chapter 60 Slightly Tipsy Seduction: Personally Mixing Bars, a Drunken Commemoration
Qin Shu swore that he really didn't do it on purpose.
Because the rules forbid telling the other person that you want to take a photo, but require that it be a photo of two people together, Qin Shu could only take a photo secretly when Song Ying wasn't paying attention.
However, Song Ying kept holding his hand, and Qin Shu was reluctant to let go, so he could only secretly take pictures with his other hand when Song Ying looked away.
He took every opportunity he could to secretly take photos.
Heaven and earth can bear witness that he took no fewer than three hundred photos today in his album.
Qin Shu felt that she had really done her best.
But ideals are often grand, while reality is often harsh.
Song Ying flipped through the more than three hundred photos.
Different backgrounds, the same phantom.
If it weren't for the color of her clothes, she wouldn't even have been able to tell that the girl in the photo was herself.
The most amazing thing is Qin Shu's angle.
They were all taking selfies with their phones, and in order to include themselves in the close-up shots and Song Ying in the distance, he frantically zoomed in with wide-angle lenses.
This caused Song Ying's blurry image to appear in the photo, and Qin Shu's half-face in the photo was also stretched and distorted—Song Ying felt that if she saw this photo on the street, she might not recognize that it was her husband.
Shu Ge x Ying Jie [Ying Jie: I don't know the person on the left, and the person on the right isn't me either...]
"...Qin, you took a great photo. Don't take one next time."
Song Ying returned the phone.
She was afraid that if she kept looking, her blood pressure would spike above the healthy range.
"Then... I'll treat Miss Song to dinner to atone for my sins?"
To complete the filming task, the two are still hungry. Anyway, it's not too late now, and the guests are free to move around during the non-filming period.
The London night was a bit chilly, so the two went back inside to change their clothes before going out again.
The lights are warm and inviting, and soothing jazz music plays softly, creating a pleasant, slightly tipsy atmosphere even before you step inside.
"HOT HEART!"
Song Ying looked at the small tavern in front of her with surprise and delight.
Memories of her time studying abroad came flooding back, taking her back to the experience of studying alone overseas.
At that time, she had just arrived abroad and, disliking the extravagant atmosphere among international students, often kept to herself.
However, the foreign clubs, especially the drama club she joined, were initially very exclusive and did not welcome her as a foreigner.
The dual pressures of life and studies left her feeling heavy-hearted for a time.
But not wanting to tell his family and worry his parents, he wandered aimlessly on the street to clear his head. When he got tired, he stopped and happened to be in front of this small tavern.
That night, she listened to guitar music all night long. Later, whenever she was in a bad mood, she would come here to sit for a while and listen to the soothing music. It was as if all her troubles could disappear. When she came out again, she could muster up the courage to continue to move forward with full energy.
Because this place held special significance for her, Song Ying chose it as the meeting place when the two later met in person.
"So much time has passed, yet nothing has changed at all!"
Upon entering, Song Ying's steps became lighter as she looked at the familiar furnishings around her.
Qin Shu smiled, hands in his pockets, and followed lazily, his eyes fixed on the brightest star in the dark night that belonged to him.
As Song Ying approached the bar, she looked up at the new products on the wall of lights, when a cheerful voice came from beside her.
"Miss, may I buy you a drink?"
With a roguish, spoiled air, Qin Shu stepped forward, leaned against the bar, raised an eyebrow, and extended an invitation.
Song Ying blinked, then suddenly stretched out her slender arm and put it on Qin Shu's shoulder.
Leaning slightly forward, she hooked his chin with her right index finger, and the warm breath carrying the scent of freesia washed over Qin Shu's face, suddenly making his shimmering fox eyes surge with emotion.
"Sure, but please, handsome gentleman, don't let my husband know!"
The clear-eyed tits, like enchanting sprites, uttered a captivating charm in the dim light, their smiling voices drawing out an alluring allure.
With her burning hot palms gripping his slender waist, Song Ying pressed almost her entire body against Qin Shu.
"What if he finds out?"
A fierce aura spread out, carrying an untamed and aggressive meaning, entwining with the burning skin and sending electric shocks through it.
Song Ying chuckled, her right hand naturally climbing up his broad shoulder to gently bite his ear.
"If he finds out... I'll just have to tell your wife too."
The air around them seemed to warm up imperceptibly, especially with such provocative words, which created a blush of ambiguity and a seductive pull.
Qin Shu closed his eyes, leaned closer to Song Ying, took a deep breath, and suppressed his overwhelming impulse.
"Fairy..."
Such a beautiful day, such a lovely woman, it's not right to go out.
Qin Shu began to feel remorse.
But at that moment, an untimely, familiar, deep voice rang out from the bar next door.
"Wow! Ying! Shu!"
The two turned around at the same time and saw a familiar face.
Song Ying released her grip on Qin Shu's shoulder and turned to look at her boss.
"Long time no see, Simmons."
Perhaps he was annoyed that she greeted other men, or perhaps he was unwilling to let someone ruin his good mood.
Qin Shu put his arm around Song Ying's waist and pressed her closer to himself before reluctantly letting go and greeting this old acquaintance.
"Simmons."
Sensing a sour smell, Song Ying chuckled inwardly at how inexplicably jealous someone was.
Keep in mind that Simmons is a fifty-year-old man.
"I saw today's news, Ying, it was very exciting! I'm afraid the entire British museum community won't be able to sleep soundly for the next few days."
"Who cares if they sleep well or not? As long as we get enough rest, isn't that enough?"
Qin Shu glanced over lazily and joked with Simmons.
Simmons nodded, shrugged, and spread his hands.
"You're right, to hell with it, what does it matter to us little guys whether big shots sleep well or not?"
Then he asked with a smile, "So, the usual, whiskey and Long Island Iced Tea? I'm sure you'll get a good night's sleep after that."
"I'll adjust it myself today."
Qin Shu loosened his cufflinks.
Simmons looked surprised, then turned to Song Ying.
“That’s rare. I haven’t seen him do it himself for two years.”
"What, he used to work as a waiter here?"
"Didn't he tell you the truth? Every time you came here, Shu was always mixing drinks."
"Is that so?"
This was the first time Song Ying had ever heard of this.
Then he looked at Qin Shu, who was washing his hands at the bar, and said, "He has never told me this before."
"Then you can interrogate him today and see if he will confess."
After making that joke, Simmons turned to greet the other guests, leaving Qin Shu and Song Ying to do as they pleased.
"You really used to work as a bartender here?"
"From Mojito to Metropolitan to Long Island Iced Tea, dear Miss Song, all of those drinks you've had were made by the bartender in front of you."
When Qin Shu said this, he sounded like a little dog with its tail wagging.
"So, you've been eyeing me for a long time?" Song Ying asked.
I suddenly remembered that Qin Shu had said in an interview with "Detective Love" that he had been planning this for a long time.
"Tell me honestly, when exactly did you start targeting me?"
Does childhood count?
After wiping his hands, Qin Shu picked up the bartender and went to the bar. His hands kept moving, and he did look like a bartender.
"When I was a child, I would watch TV and think, 'Such a pretty girl, I must marry her someday.'"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Qin Shu said this at least three times, but Song Ying always thought he was joking.
Song Ying propped herself up on her arms, rested her chin on her hand, and tapped her face lightly with her slender fingers, her beautiful hound eyes never leaving Qin Shu's hand.
"So, did you already know how to mix drinks before, or did you learn it specifically later?"
"Before?" Qin Shu smirked, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "Before, we only drank. Who had the patience for this kind of tedious stuff?"
So, it was learned specifically for her.
The pink balloons slowly inflated, filling my entire heart.
Song Ying gently swung her slender legs, and soon a cup of Long Island Iced Tea was placed in front of her.
"Beautiful lady, please give me your guidance."
Song Ying reached out and took it, taking a small sip. The sweet aroma lingered on her tongue, followed by a burst of intoxicating alcohol in her mouth.
A familiar taste.
but.
"This taste...something seems off. It's stronger than before." Song Ying lifted her eyelids and teased with a smile, "Sir, are you out of practice?"
"It's not that I'm bad at it, it's just that I used to use low-proof alcohol because I was worried about your safety if you got drunk. Otherwise, do you think the 40-proof liquor in a Long Island Iced Tea would have been enough to get you all the way back to school?"
"So all that alcohol I've been drinking before was fake?"
Song Ying choked. It turned out that all the Long Island Iced Tea she had been drinking for so long hadn't been authentic.
She even thought she had a good alcohol tolerance.
"This time it's for real. Today, the beautiful lady is accompanied by her husband, so she doesn't have to drink the children's wine. However—she shouldn't drink too much, lest she miss tomorrow's work."
It's just a glass of wine? You think it can really knock her out?
Song Ying didn't believe in superstition.
He downed the drink in one gulp, then swirled it around. "Here, that's it, handsome. Another one, please."
Qin Shu was both amused and exasperated.
After mixing a mojito with very little alcohol, I led Song Ying, whose cheeks were already flushed, to the window seat we had reserved.
The Thames River outside the window shimmered under the streetlights.
On the table in front of her were Song Ying's favorite dishes, from the Western restaurant across the street.
In addition, there was a red velvet pudding cake.
"This is……"
"Didn't we agree that I'd treat you to dinner?"
"Isn't this a bit much for eating?"
The alcohol was starting to take effect, and Song Ying felt that she was becoming somewhat incoherent.
But she still knew clearly that eating didn't have to be such a big deal.
Especially since, at some point, all the other customers in the store left.
Only the two of them remained.
It was quite lively when I arrived...
The store was lit up with star lights, a Christmas tradition, making the atmosphere even warmer.
Qin Shu's voice brought Song Ying back to reality.
Do you remember what day it is today?
"today……"
Song Ying's mind was becoming increasingly muddled.
What day is it today?
It wasn't her or Qin Shu's birthday, nor was it any special anniversary.
"Can't remember?"
Qin Shu raised an eyebrow, stood up and leaned forward across the table. Song Ying subconsciously looked up, her eyes beginning to show a hint of intoxication, becoming increasingly hazy and shimmering, like water.
Familiar music gradually began to play.
Song Ying finally realized.
"Today seems to be the day we first met in person..."
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