If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

When Si Qicheng came back, Song Mi was sitting alone in the living room, and the new Aunt Sun was preparing to serve the dishes.

Song Mi is studying green grass. She chose to raise a chick. When the chick hatches, the player will be asked to set a game wish, which can be big or small.

Song Mi set a wealth goal of one million and automatically fell into the seventh level.

Her initial task is to buy a chicken coop for the chickens in the mall. She can buy it with game coins or recharge. The higher the amount, the higher the experience value.

Song Mi looked at the pet villa with the highest experience value and the most expensive one, which required a recharge of 199 yuan.

How expensive!

Just after recharging the money, Song Mi suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He lowered his head and saw a water-blue drop-shaped jade necklace around his neck, with the jade surrounded by tiny diamonds inlaid.

A gentle spiritual power flowed through the jade, which was the same spiritual power that Si Qicheng possessed.

Si Qicheng helped her fasten the necklace and leaned over to hold Song Mi's hand holding the necklace.

"This is the jade my mother left me. After I grew up, I designed it into a necklace myself. Now I'm giving it to you."

"This is what your mother left for you. If you give it to me, aren't you afraid that I won't return it to you?"

When Song Mi's fingertips touched the jade, she could feel the spiritual power being transmitted into her body.

Song Mi turned her head and met Si Qicheng's eyes, her gaze becoming familiar and ambiguous.

Si Qicheng's eyes were filled with smiles as he said to Song Mi, "As long as you are mine, that's all."

Song Mi's smile deepened in Si Qicheng's eyes, "Mr. Si..."

"Sister..." Chen Jiangyue came out after packing up her things. She didn't want to disturb them at first, but seeing the two of them getting closer and closer, she felt embarrassed not to disturb them.

But now that I've been disturbed, it seems even more awkward.

Song Mi stood up calmly, while Si Qicheng cleared his cough a little unnaturally, "You must be my cousin."

Chen Jiangyue nodded, "Hello, brother-in-law."

As soon as Si Qicheng stood up straight, Chen Jiangyue felt as if she saw a straight bamboo shoot rising from the ground.

Wearing a smart and expensive suit and with a face that has perfect facial features, this brother-in-law looks really good!

"Hello, Jiang Yue," Si Qicheng handed her a gift box that was more than half a meter high.

"I heard from your sister that you're an architect. This is a small-leaf red sandalwood model of the Yellow Crane Tower. I hope you like it."

Chen Jiangyue's eyes widened as she looked at her brother-in-law and then at her sister. Song Mi was amused by her appearance and said, "Take it."

"Thank you, brother-in-law. You are really rich and handsome, and a perfect match for my sister!" Chen Jiangyue happily took the big box and wanted to go back to the room to open it immediately.

Song Mi asked her to go and would call her when the meal was ready.

"Thank you, dear sister."

Song Mi wanted to ask Si Qicheng about the price of this gift. After all, it didn't look cheap, so she wanted to give the money to Si Qicheng.

Turning around, she found Si Qicheng's eyes fixed on her, and she suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.

"I've also brought something back for you." Si Qicheng pulled her to his study.

It was Song Mi's first time in Si Qicheng's room. His desk was right at the entrance, with a floor-to-ceiling window to the north and a light grey sofa below.

Because it was night time and the floors were higher, I could see the street lights outside from the windows.

The study is gray and black in color. Both walls are lined with custom-made bookshelves. There is a cabinet at the entrance. There is a door on the east side, which leads to Si Qicheng's bedroom.

Si Qicheng took the gauze lantern from the bookshelf. He specifically reminded Aunt Sun today to bring the lantern with her when she came from the old house.

Song Mi looked at the lamp and smiled. In the cold-toned study, she felt as warm as the sunlight shining through the flowers.

Si Qicheng seemed to have seen Song Mi smile like this before, even more dazzling than now.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing him looking at her absent-mindedly, Song Mi asked him curiously.

"I was wondering...why you like this lamp." Song Mi always remembered the way he stared at the lamp in a trance that night.

"I think it looks very nice." Song Mi said.

The memory of that night surfaced at an inopportune moment. Si Qicheng watched Song Mi find a place on his desk to put it down. "How about putting it here?"

"Okay." Si Qicheng felt that she would be fine no matter where she was placed.

"Then let's go eat." She and Si Qicheng hadn't eaten well recently. She pulled Si Qicheng out, but Si Qicheng didn't move.

Si Qicheng looked at her with a strange look in his eyes. Song Mi asked him what was wrong. Si Qicheng sighed secretly and shook his head, "Nothing, I suddenly thought of a project in the company."

"Think about it after dinner, Mr. Si." Song Mi's teasing tone made Si Qicheng's thoughts even more complicated.

Si Qicheng still followed Song Mi out. Aunt Sun had already prepared the food, and Song Mi went to call Chen Jiangyue.

Chen Jiangyue has already put the model out.

The building was more than half a meter high, and there were dark golden lights at the corners and in the middle. Chen Jiangyue had already turned on the power and turned off the lights in the room. The whole model building looked brightly lit.

After watching Chen Jiangyue take several photos, Song Mi urged her, "Jiangyue, it's time to eat."

"Okay!" Chen Jiangyue happily put away her phone and followed her out, and posted a circle of friends.

Copywriter: I'm here to meet Sister Mimi. This is a meeting gift from my brother-in-law~

Chen Jiangyue has had a small appetite since she was a child. While she was eating, she received a class notice saying that she had to submit an electronic draft the next day.

Chen Jiangyue's draft had just finished, and after eating, he went back to his room to finish his homework.

After dinner, Song Mi and Si Qicheng went to his study.

Song Mi told him the reason why he brought Chen Jiangyue here, and also showed Si Qicheng the Green Ink software.

"As long as it's a program, we can crack his IP and financial channels." Si Qicheng said, "I can help you check."

"Really?"

"Of course, I can't help you with anything else, but I can definitely help you find this."

There wasn't much Si Qicheng could do to help Song Mi, but he was certainly willing to do his best to help if he had the chance.

Si Qicheng sat next to Song Mi. He wanted to be closer to Song Mi, so he moved closer to Song Mi little by little.

He reached out to hug Song Mi from behind, but was afraid of making her uncomfortable. As soon as his fingertips touched her clothes, they felt numb as if they were electrocuted, so he quickly retracted his hand.

Song Mi noticed his small movement of stopping, curled the corners of her lips, and leaned against him as he did not completely stop.

Song Mi's warm body pressed tightly against his, and Si Qicheng could still smell the fragrance of her hair, cool yet nostalgic.

Song Mi could feel the increasingly rapid beating of Si Qicheng's chest. She took the initiative to grab Si Qicheng's hand and placed it in front of her. "What are you afraid of?"

Si Qicheng's ears turned red, "I'm not scared."

Song Mi listened to him quietly, "I'm just afraid you don't like it."

Song Mi held his hand tightly. Si Qicheng's hand was warm and large. Song Mi looked at the red mole at the base of his left little finger, which looked like a drop of fading blood.

It's very similar to the red mole on her jaw.

"Have you always had this mole?" Song Mi asked.

"I was born with it."

The two were very close to each other. When Si Qicheng spoke, Song Mi could feel the vibration of his chest. His voice was low and pleasant, falling gently into her ears.

Si Qicheng lowered his head and could see Song Mi's fair neck, as white and beautiful as the cold crescent moon in winter.

A subtle atmosphere spread between the two of them. Song Mi raised her head and her gaze met Si Qicheng's deep gaze.

Si Qicheng kissed her lips gently, like a feather touching the lake water, stained with decadence and indulgence, and continued to sink.