Chapter 204 The engagement ring is a mandarin duck vine
When Song Qingxing got out of the car, her calves were weak and she almost fell. If there hadn't been someone supporting her from behind, she would have been embarrassed.
"I really should exercise."
Xie Jingcheng's teasing voice sounded from behind, and her lipstick was slightly smudged. Anyone with a discerning eye could immediately tell that something unspeakable had happened between the two of them.
"It's not you..."
Song Qingxing was about to argue back fiercely, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed two people smoking, so she lowered her voice, just like pressing the volume down button on a speaker.
Following Song Qingxing's gaze, Xie Jingcheng naturally noticed the two people squatting in the corner, although she didn't like her subordinates smoking.
But he almost did something out of line, so Xie Jingcheng was too lazy to say anything.
After all, we are all just mortals, not gods, and we don’t have such a strong ability to restrain our desires.
The group returned to the hotel. The rest room for the bodyguards and driver was next door. Xie Jingcheng was still very energetic, but he also spent a lot of time at the police station. It was already evening by then.
Xie Jingcheng was thinking about whether to take a bath together today when he noticed that Song Qingxing suddenly seemed to have stepped on a nail and slowly reached out to hold on to the sofa seat and sat down.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Jingcheng was anxious and walked over immediately. She half squatted down and looked up at Song Qingxing.
I just held on to the car for a while, so I hope my waist and legs are not too tired, right?
I didn't do anything excessive, considering that the driver and bodyguards were still waiting outside. Otherwise, Xie Jingcheng might really have pushed me into the car...
"My feet hurt a little."
Song Qingxing pulled her feet out of her slippers, and her small feet were wrapped in white cotton socks, not even her ankles were exposed.
There is a cute puppy printed on her ankle. Song Qingxing looks like a hot beauty on weekdays, but her private dressing style is a little different, more pure.
"Don't move, let me check you out."
When Xie Jingcheng is serious, there really isn't a single distracting thought.
She looked serious and rolled down the white socks with her slender fingers. What could be seen with the naked eye was the white instep of her foot, which was slightly tense and revealed blue veins. The instep was very healthy and had no wounds.
Then it could only be the soles of the feet.
Xie Jingcheng held Song Qingxing's heel with his palm, and sure enough, he found a very thin and long wound on the sole of her foot.
This is probably caused by porcelain fragments falling into the shoes and causing constant friction.
Sure enough, after carrying such a large flower pot and hitting an arrogant rich second generation, it was definitely not just the palm that was injured, but the wound on the sole of the foot was not particularly serious.
Xie Jingcheng checked it carefully, and seemed to be worried, so he turned on the flashlight to look around, and confirmed that it was just a cut, there was no danger, and it just needed to be disinfected.
"The wound isn't deep. You didn't feel it before because you didn't walk much. This time you must have stood for a long time at the police station, so the wound hurts."
"Wait here. I'll get you some disinfectant. A wound like this will heal with just a little disinfectant."
It's strange that I didn't even notice it when I was taking a shower last night.
Song Qingxing couldn't help but think in her heart, but still nodded and followed Xie Jingcheng's instructions.
Xie Jingcheng stood up, found the disinfectant, lightly applied a little, and wiped the wound with a cotton swab.
"Hiss~"
With a soft hum, Xie Jingcheng threw the cotton swab into the trash can.
"Looks like you'll just have to take a bath today. You can still have a nice bath by sticking the soles of your feet out of the tub."
Xie Jingcheng came up with an idea.
Of course Song Qingxing would not protest, because this was the only way she could take a bath, even though it was winter and it didn't matter if she didn't take a bath for a day or two.
But I am a beautiful female star, how could I do such an outrageous thing?
Song Qingxing could never accept this.
While she was taking a bath, Xie Jingcheng patiently helped her wash her hair, and every move he made was full of patience.
Song Qingxing was almost falling into this gentle land.
Maybe it was because she was too tired today. After all, Song Qingxing was a party to the case, and she was the one who took the most notes and conducted the most inquiries by the police.
At best, Xie Jingcheng could only wait on the side. Apart from listening silently, he could not answer for Song Qingxing, so after Song Qingxing dried her hair.
I dove into the soft quilt and fell asleep almost instantly, my eyelids closing without a struggle.
Only Xie Jingcheng was still awake.
Xie Jingcheng didn't plan to go to bed so early, but someone was holding his waist tightly, treating him like a new teddy bear pillow, and he couldn't get away.
Xie Jingcheng simply leaned on the edge of the bed and started working. She had a top-level task on hand that she had not had time to complete.
That is the pattern selection of the engagement ring.
Because he was busy filming, Xie Jingcheng could only ask his assistant and designer to communicate his desired concept, but without his personal guidance on the scene, the drawings would always be biased.
So we had to hire a few more assistants and designers, but fortunately the results came out very quickly, and Xie Jingcheng liked this speed.
Although she was not in a hurry to propose, she always wanted to put the ring on Song Qingxing's hand and declare that Song Qingxing was her private property.
The assistant sent over more than a dozen pages of designs. Xie Jingcheng carefully scanned each one and finally decided on a simpler one.
She didn't like fancy things very much, and so did Song Qingxing. Although this guy had a lot of gold jewelry, most of which were fancy, he never took them out.
Xie Jingcheng asked curiously.
"Of course it's for emergencies."
"If one day I were to fall into poverty, be falsely accused by the media and my peers, and then go from being a top-tier female star to an 18th-tier nobody, and return to my room destitute and destitute."
"I was about to clean up the house when I accidentally discovered the jewelry I had hidden in here."
When Xie Jingcheng heard Song Qingxing say this for the first time, he couldn't help laughing, but when he thought about the other party's family, he couldn't laugh anymore.
According to rumors, people who are on the verge of starvation will develop a habit of hoarding food frantically after they are brought back to life, regardless of whether there is any surplus food at home.
Xie Jingcheng thought of Song Qingxing's terrible childhood experience, and did not say much about it. He just silently stuffed a few more "little goldfish" into Song Qingxing's jewelry box.
However, what Xie Jingcheng didn't know was.
Song Qingxing has no memory at all and has forgotten her childhood experiences. What she is afraid of is... her future experiences.
While recalling their sweet past in his heart, Xie Jingcheng's eyes were fixed on the design drawing of two mandarin duck vines entwined with each other.
Mandarin duck vine is the elegant name of honeysuckle. The vines of honeysuckle are entangled. Even if they are pulled apart, they are still a ball of twine, dependent on each other for life and death.
When they bloom, they are also gold and silver, like a cluster of twin flowers.
It's very similar to the two of us.
Xie Jingcheng finally selected the design drawings of the engagement ring and sent them to his assistant, asking him to supervise the changes. There were still some details on the drawings that needed to be adjusted and were not detailed enough.
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