Chapter 68

Song Yarong came to the interest, comfortable bubble a rose bath.

Although not as good as Jin Beihan's natural hot spring, song Yarong knows how to be content. Now she is satisfied.

After taking a bath, I put on my home clothes, took a bag of snacks, and sat on the bed eating while watching a TV play.

When the door is knocked again, song Yarong looks at the door suspiciously and gets out of bed to open the door.

"I'll go down to eat later, but I'm not hungry here..." I thought it was the servant who came up to ask her to eat. Seeing the person clearly, song Yarong immediately changed her mouth, "how are you?"

Shen Hanjun is also a pair of reluctant, looking at the direction of the stairs, "my parents must let me take you out, has been up three times, they have talked your father."

"What?" Song Yarong looks surprised.

My father was on her side, so he raised his hand to surrender. The fighting power was too bad.

Shen Hanjun shrugged his shoulders. Even he had no way to deal with them because of their attitude of not reaching their goal.

It seems that if they don't see her going out with Shen Hanjun, the Shen family will never give up.

"Wait a minute." Turning around, song Yarong quickly changed her clothes from the cloakroom, carrying a bag. This time, she took more money.

"Let's go." Song Yarong appeared in front of Shen Hanjun again. Seeing his doubts, he explained, "I won't go with you, just find a place to put me down."

This is the only way. I can't think of any better way.

They went down the stairs one after the other, just like aunt Shen, looking at them with a smile.

Song Yarong looked at the father and said, "I'll come back early. Uncle Shen and aunt Shen, I went out first."

Without waiting for Shen Hanjun, he went out of the house first. He was being told by Aunt Shen.

When Shen Hanjun opens the door, song Yarong sits in the seat behind the co pilot. As soon as she gets on the bus, she puts on her headphones and orders music.

In the past, I used to be the first to take the co driver's seat in his car. The reason is that the co driver was the hostess. That naive look is much easier to get along with than song Yarong.

I don't know what she went through, but it also helped him and Su manrou.

"Song Yarong, you have changed a lot." Her earth shaking changes really refresh his understanding of song Yarong.

Song Yarong in the back seat ignored him. She didn't hear him on purpose.

Shen Hanjun smiles, starts the car and drives out of the gate of the Song family. Song Yarong also looks up at the scenery outside the window.

The city with dim lights is full of lively atmosphere.

When passing the red light, Shen Hanjun looked at Song Yarong in the rearview mirror and asked, "when did you not love me when you said that you had to marry me?"

"Past life." She didn't cheat Shen Hanjun. Shen Hanjun in her previous life broke her heart.

I thought song Yarong would casually make up a reason to refuse, but I didn't expect it to be so bizarre, so they had no afterwords.

Song Yarong chooses a leisure hall to sit down.

Inside the layout is very elegant, is a combination of modern and classical.

"What can I do for you, miss?" The waiter handed over the menu. It was a handsome little brother. Song Yarong's face was smiling unconsciously.

Looking at the menu, most of the drinks are small, only a small part of the wine.

I couldn't find anything to drink, so I casually said, "a glass of lemonade."

"Yes, just a moment, please."

Just as the waiter was about to leave with the menu, song Yarong quickly called out, "wait a minute, forget it, please change two glasses of wine for me."

The waiter was a little surprised, looked at her, and then said, "we have a slightly higher degree of wine here. Do you think it's still..."

Now that you're out, you should have a good time. It's boring to drink a glass of lemonade alone. It's better to have a glass of wine.

Having made up her mind, song Yarong is very firm about what she wants.

"Just give me two."

With a sweet smile, the waiter's eyes were stunned for a few seconds, and quickly pointed to the direction of the corner, "our shop has regulations. If you want to drink, please move to that side."

Song Yarong followed the waiter and went happily. There were all kinds of wine cups in the circular table. A man and a woman were mixing wine in the table."What do you need to drink?" The bartender stood in front of her.

Simple light makeup, decent work clothes, unlike the heavy makeup bartender in the bar, which makes her look very pleasant.

The first time she came here, she didn't know what kind of drinks there were. "Just watch it."

"We pay by the cup, miss. Do you accept it?"

This process she also knows, very glad she brought more money, "of course."

After getting permission, the bartender began to mix wine. Song Yarong sat in the outer ring, looking at the handsome fancy mixing wine, her heart began to itch.

But here is not the place for her to make a fool of herself. She secretly tolerates the hand addiction of the wine she wants to make.

A few minutes later, the bartender brought a glass of fresh wine, "Miss, this is an angel's kiss, just like your beauty was kissed by an angel."

"Thank you." The blue and blue angel kisses, through the light, present very beautiful.

Without hesitation, he drank the angel's kiss in one breath. But there was a cherry in it. If he drank it like this, he would choke. The bartender was a little flustered.

Then, song Yarong's lips move, and he pulls out the drawing paper lying on one side. Once his lips are wiped, it's over.

It's a relief to the bartender.

"Soft, nice. Another drink." Song Yarong saw the wine bottle put aside.

The bartender was praised for his quick operation, which was even more vigorous. He shook the bottle in both hands and made a slight knock.

Song Yarong is just like watching a stage play, but also from time to time in the heart secretly comments.

A few minutes later, the bartender served the glass again. "This is Marguerite. Please enjoy yourself."

This is another glass of blue wine. Its full name should be frozen blue Marguerite.

Song Yarong's eyes lit up. This glass of Marguerite is the most noble in the art of wine mixing. I didn't expect that there was a crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon here.

Holding the drink, he looked at it slightly and said, "frozen blue Marguerite, I didn't expect you to do it."

"I made you laugh." The bartender rubbed the water stains on the table with a smile.

It's elegant to change that rude drink just now. That frown is the temperament of nobles.

Just when the bartender thinks she won't drink any more and cleans the utensils, song Yarong puts the wine cup aside, listening to the soft voice, "another cup."