Liang Xian gave an agreement on equity division, and no additional conditions are required, and the signature takes effect.

Ming Si supported her chin with one hand and glanced at him, "You won't do anything sorry for me outside, right?"

"Where do you want to go?"

He raised his eyebrows.

Ming Si raised the corner of her lower lip. She originally thought that Liang Xian would take the opportunity to express her determination to explain how loyal she was, but unexpectedly the man leaned down slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and reminded him in an orderly manner, "I want someone outside, why give you the shares?"

Ming Si: "?"

This is really...

She couldn't refute the meaning of such a reasonable way.

Seeing her stunned for a moment, she immediately turned into anger and was about to attack, Liang Xian couldn't help but chuckle, and Ming Si beat him up angrily, "You still laugh! You can't live this day! Divorce and divorce!"

After a few hits, Liang Xian grabbed her hand.

He held her hand, picked up the pen, and sent it to the signature office, "Don't leave."

"If you don't leave, you will be angry to death! I ask you, one day if you have a dog outside, do you not even hide it, and you are so shitty that you are clearly decisive?"

Liang Xian's eyes drooped, "Who said that?"

"Then what you mean is to cover it up?"

She had a calm face.

Liang Xian was so angry that she laughed, "What are you thinking?"

His eyes glanced down and fell on her dissatisfied expression, and his voice also dropped. The scattered smile disappeared without a trace, "I only have you."

This is Ming Si’s small study, which is connected to the studio and the style is also very casual.

At this moment, only the floor-to-ground reading lamp was turned on, the light was soft and warm, and the sound that made the beam seem a little quieter.

Very calm and serious.

"Um."

Ming Si was hit by the straight ball, almost unable to suppress the smile on the corner of her lips. She responded briefly and stretched her face with the last trace of reason, "Then you see we are all together, you still don't let me go, it seems that it's no different from before."

“How long ago?”

The beam has its head laterally.

Ming Si thought for a while, "High school?"

In high school, she and Liang Xian were both capital-case-free.

He raised his eyebrows gently, "Are you sure?"

"I..." Before Ming Si could finish speaking, Liang Xian had already leaned over and kissed him.

He held the long hair on the back of her head with one hand, pressing the person towards him, and a clear breath came to his face.

Ming Si was forced to raise her head and leaned her back against the edge of the desk, which was a bit uncomfortable. She murmured unwell and felt that one hand was blocked behind her.

After kissing for a while, she felt a little unstable and her fingers tightly swayed the hem of his clothes.

Liang Xian slightly distanced a little, his voice touched a hint of hoarseness, "Will I treat you like this in high school?"

Ming Si: "..."

Won't.

Liang Xian chuckled and leaned over and kissed again.

Ming Si was dizzy by kissing, deeply doubting that if it weren't for her special situation, the study room would have been their first time.

——

The next day was the weekend, and the weather suddenly turned cloudy and misty.

The late autumn temperature in Pingcheng is already very low. Without the sun, it is more like entering the winter when everything witheres.

Ming Si turned over, rolled her long legs over the quilt, hugged Liang Xian's waist with both hands, and buried her face in.

She slept well, but Liang Xian woke up almost at this time every day, but he rarely slept late and didn't want to get up for a moment.

The lazy early winter morning seems to be suitable for spending together like this.

But before that, Liang Xian sat up, pulled the quilt out from under Ming Si's legs, and covered her back.

He did this more than once, and he was familiar with it, but he couldn't resist Ming Si's return in a few seconds, and stretched his long naked legs outside the quilt.

Liang Xian suspected that she had woken up and was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Once again, he covered the quilt and supported it on the pillow with one hand and looked at Ming Si carefully with his side.

Her breathing was even and long, and her long black hair scattered, covering half of her fair face.

Pull your hair away, and your slender eyelashes are touched gently, leaving a staggered shadow on your eyelids.

She looks quiet and well-behaved when she is asleep.

In fact, when the two established a marriage relationship, every step was a coincidence.

Looking back now, all of them are lucky.

Liang Xian looked at it for a while, couldn't help but hold the person in his arms, and kissed her forehead again.

——

When Lin Xijia called, Ming Si was welding a thin piece of an earring. She spent most of her time in the villa studio, and the rest of her time was to go out to run. In short, everything was to prepare for all the matters of the opening of the studio.

"Ming Si! I heard that Feng Shiru is going to have dinner with your husband!"

Lin Xijia started with a high-energy sentence. Ming Si pulled out the power supply of the welding gun and slowly tightened his fingers, "What?"

"It seems to be a collaboration between Feng Shiru and a new drama. She is the one who has been promoting her in the past two years.

This time I wanted to invest in Jinghong, so I booked a drink at Xibo in the evening, and the screenwriter and director went there."

Lin Xijia is at least a person who has entered the entertainment industry with half a foot. Compared to Ming Si, who is completely unrelated to the entertainment industry and is not interested, all kinds of news come in time.

"Although it was the company's arrangement, the possibility of her not making trouble... I think it is zero.

You know, she also said that she and Liang Xian are old classmates. My mother, how big the face is, she is not an 'old classmate' who hasn't said a few words in the same class."

After listening to this long list, Ming Si didn't react much.

She put down the welding gun in her hand and lifted a trace of falling long hair behind her ears, "Box number."

Lin Xijia was stunned for two seconds, "No, I mean...why don't you be careful and ask Liang Xian?

It’s not appropriate to warn him or something and just find fault and smash the situation, right?”

"Who said I'm going to smash the situation?" Ming Si glanced at the pointer on her watch, stepped out of the studio with her long legs, "Can't you pick up your husband?"

——

This incident was really so coincidental. Originally, Lin Xijia just heard the news from Feng Shiru's assistant, but lacked effective contact information.

She was struggling with how to get the box, but suddenly she remembered that her college roommate was in Bowen. After asking this tentatively, she realized that this classmate had become the deputy director and would also go to socialize tonight.

So the process of getting the box number was also smooth.

"If you see the little white lotus seducing Liang Xian, don't be impulsive," Lin Xijia reminded again on the phone, "Speak carefully if you have something to do.

Liang Xian, I look quite reliable, and I am a childhood sweetheart with you. I have such a deep foundation in my relationship and will not mess around outside."

Ming Si was silent for a moment, "Am I just a shrew in your eyes?"

Lin Xijia: “…”

Not really.

However, Ming Si has always had the temper of a young lady, and is the type who cannot bear the grievance.

When Ming Si stood up for her, she directly carried the thick modern Chinese dictionary to smash the scumbag's head, which left a deep impression on people.

"That's a scumbag who should be beaten," Ming Si snorted after hearing Lin Xijia's example, "Besides, after the hit, my hand hurts for several days and hasn't caused trouble for him, so it's not in vain that he's been hit."

Lin Xijia nodded frequently, "Miss is right!"

Ming Si curled the corners of her lips and said, "I'm hanging."

She hung up the phone, turned her back and forth to the bright dressing mirror, stroked the wrinkles that did not exist on the hem of the skirt, and then nodded with satisfaction.

——

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Pingcheng City Center, at the entrance of Xibo Hotel.

At this time, the sky was dark, the lights in the city center were bright, traffic flowed on the road, and taillights gathered into an ocean.

Ming Si leaned against the driver's seat and watched the red light count down the countdown.

When she was abroad, she drove a lot herself, and after returning to China, she basically picked up and dropped off her. After thinking about it carefully, this was the first time.

A green light lit up ahead, Ming Si turned a corner and did not drive into Xibo's parking lot. Instead, he found a parking space on the side of the road and stopped. The front window just faced the direction of the hotel gate.

It's just a safe bet to get a private room number, and Ming Si didn't plan to actually go in.
To be continued...