Quickly Dressed As a Host Girl and Dressed Up As a Man, and Then Traveled All Over the World

"Luo Beiling."

Apparently, Si Qi also recognized Su Ling. He searched all over Si Xun's cell phone, but never suspected Luo Beiling.

After all, Luo Beiling was Si Xun's former boss, and it was normal for the two to have more contact, but it was this impossibility that became this possibility.

Seeing Si Xun standing up, Su Ling's voice was full of joy: "Xiao Ming, are you really here? I heard that you are getting married? I really want to congratulate you."

"You are...Xiao Xun's boyfriend." Si Qi sneered, "If you are sensible, just..."

Su Ling immediately lowered his face, seeing what he said: "What nonsense are you talking about. Siming and I are pure friends, please don't use this messy relationship to drive us apart."

"friend?"

Si Xun thought about this question seriously.

How could he have friends? How could two people who have no blood relationship become bosom friends? This is simply nonsense.

Of course Shi Qi thought so too.

If it was a friend, how could Si Xun hand over such a large sum of money to Su Ling, and the other party also offered to send it to his door, no matter how you look at it, it is bullshit.

But he can't handle it anymore.

Si Qi pointed to Su Ling and said, "It doesn't matter if you are Xiaoxun's friend or boyfriend. You give me the money Xiaoxun left with you."

Su Ling pretended to be stupid and said: "What money? Siming and I are friends, and getting along with friends is expensive in Zhicheng, so how could I take his money. And I came here to congratulate him on his marriage."

Si Qi was really not sure about the relationship between the two, so he said directly: "Since Mr. Luo is here, let's stay here and accompany Xiao Xun well. Please also hand over all the things on your body to Mr. Luo."

Su Ling looked at those five-year-old and three-year-old bodyguards, smiled and handed over the things he had prepared long ago.

Then she was thrown into Si Xun's room together with Si Xun.

Si Xun sat there, enduring Su Ling's burning gaze, feeling very uncomfortable all over.

"Xiao Ming, do you think we look like a bridal chamber?"

Su Ling also turned on a gadget, and saw that Si Xun was even more on pins and needles.

He didn't even look at Su Ling, and said with a look of rejection thousands of miles away: "My name is Si Xun, not Siming. Please, Mr. Luo, don't make jokes."

"Are you... amnesia?"

Su Ling looked at Si Xun curiously.

This face is still the same handsome face, but it seems that it has become the same as when they first met, ignoring her.

The other party couldn't bear Su Ling's gaze, and finally nodded, indicating that Su Ling was right.

Su Ling didn't talk about money anymore. After all, who knows if there is any equipment here, she is not so stupid.

The two remained silent for a while.

Su Ling simply sat next to Si Xun and poured herself a cup of tea. She glanced at the not-so-small room and said, "There seems to be only one bed here. I will sleep on the bed at night, and you will sleep on the sofa."

"It's me again..." Si Xun glanced at Su Ling in surprise, why did he say this word.

Could he really be with her...

Looking at the handsome face of the other party, Si Xun suddenly felt cramped, turned his head and said, "OK."

Then, the two just sat there, drinking cup after cup of tea.

You can't talk nonsense, and you can't make jokes. Even the mobile phone was confiscated, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing.

"Can I watch TV?"

Su Ling watched the only TV channel.

"But...it's okay." Si Xun lived here for many days, he was busy thinking every day, and never watched TV.