The Magical Journey of the Commander

When Song Qingge found Essex, she was sitting on the sofa on the balcony of the venue with a wine glass in her hand. The dark blue skirt was dragged on the ground, and the sand sculptures stood beside her, dressed like a faithful housekeeper.

"Dumplings, why are you here?" Song Qingge looked at Essex who was lying on the sofa and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, commander, I came out to breathe." A blush on Essex's face was particularly obvious.

Song Qingge looked at Essex's charming expression and couldn't help laughing: "Is he drunk?"

Essex immediately straightened his body, "Hey? I didn't come out to let the wind when I was drunk." After I saw Song Qingge's eyes that I didn't believe in, he immediately relaxed, "Well, maybe I did drink a little bit. It’s a bit too much...but, that’s all, the commander helps me keep it secret!"

Song Qingge smiled and sat next to Essex, "Why are you drunk? Didn't you mean Jianniang can't get drunk?"

"In our form, we are just as drunk as ordinary people." Essex rolled his eyes. "At the banquet, everyone greeted me one by one. I thought, "Is it so popular too!" "On the impulse, I took all the wine toasted over... Gu...! It's still too tender...!"

Song Qingge "puchi" laughed out loud, Essex lazily hit Song Qingge, "Commander, you still laugh. Also, commander, I will rest for a while, don’t worry about me. If the commander leaves If Xi is too long, it will become the object of everyone's worry, right?"

"Don't worry, they all know that I'm looking for you." Song Qingge raised the glass in his hand, "The dumpling, do we drink one too?"

Essex said with a bitter face, "If you just have another cup... Commander, this cup respects you—! Commander usually does so much for everyone, this is my little gratitude."

Speaking of Essex, he drank the wine in his glass again and fell into Song Qingge's arms. "Commander, you lied to me to drink again..."

Seeing Essex's posture of a drunk beauty, Song Qingge smiled knowingly.

"Excuse me... Commander, that, have you ever seen...Senior company drunk? Just a little curious, after all, I can't imagine the appearance of senior drunk..."

Following Essex's question, Song Qingge thought of the company's drunkenness, and shook his head. "I don't know. Companies know how to socialize and are more self-disciplined. They rarely get drunk."

"Well, after all, it is a senior enterprise, the goal I have been chasing after." Essex smiled.

Song Qingge made Essex lean more comfortably in his arms, "But the dumplings nowadays are no longer the dumplings they used to be. They used to be little girls chasing companies, but now you said that, you are also very famous , So just be yourself."

"Yeah, I don't need to prove anything alone anymore. No matter how far you go, you will be by my side and keep walking with me." Essex said with a charming smile. Then a small voice murmured: "If the commander is a prince, would I be the princess? The princess nestled on the prince and admired the sea of ​​stars above the castle.....Looking at the port area as it is now. Night sky..."

Song Qingge said with a chuckle: "Dumplings are of course a princess."

"Hey?! Did the commander hear that?! Forget it, just assume that I am completely drunk, just this time, let me stay by your side for a while! Hey, hey hey..." Essex was like letting go With a heavy burden on her body, she squeezed into Song Qingge's arms with a smirk.

Stroking Essex's soft long hair, "Under this night sky, dumplings are the most special one."

The two cuddled for a while, and Essex slowly came to his senses, "Commander, thank you."

Song Qingge touched Essex's face, "Thank you for what we say."

Essex wanted to stand up, but the tail of his long skirt dragged on the ground, and his body was soft, and he didn't even stand up all of a sudden.

"Um, Commander, can you help me? Thank you. Hey, why are the tails of the dresses so long..." Looking at the long tails, Essex couldn't help but complain.

Song Qingge took Essex's hand and pulled her up. The sand sculpture saw Essex stand up, flapping wings and flying. Seeing Song Qingge watching the sand sculpture, Essex laughed. "I also prepared a special dress for Yingjiang. Look, does it feel like a housekeeper now?"

"The sand sculpture is indeed much more handsome than the **** of death. The **** of death is now cultivated by the company as a ball. It is estimated that it is difficult to even fly." Looking at the sand sculpture in Essex, I couldn't help but think of the **** of death of the enterprise. Obviously they are all bald eagles, why can the **** of death be so round.

Essex stuck out her tongue, and she really didn't understand why a company could develop an eagle into a ball.

Song Qingge took Essex's hand, "Let's go, let's go back, the night is quite long."

The two returned to the meeting place holding hands, Essex let go to find the company, and Song Qingge looked around, and finally played games with the destroyers.

When the party ended, Song Qingge returned to the room, it was already very late. The stars in the sky are a little bit, and the sea breeze feels warm. I didn't feel sleepy at this time because I slept for a whole day, so I thought about it, left the room, and went to the playground where the expulsion often came to play, and sat on the swing. Seeing the light in Jianniang's dormitory, Song Qingge smiled.

At this time, a voice came, "Gui'an, the master hasn't rested so late, why did you come here alone?"

Song Qingge knew who it was without turning his head, "Then Befa hasn't come down with me."

From the shroud of night, Belfast, dressed in a maid costume, slowly approached Song Qingge.

"Come and sit here." Song Qingge moved aside, giving up a position on the swing.

Belfast smiled and sat down, and the two huddled together on the swing.

"Befa, look at the light in the dormitory building, and then look at the stars in the sky, don't you think it's beautiful." Song Qingge pointed to the dormitory building and then to the sky.

Belfast followed Song Qingge's guidance and looked over, smiled and said, "Because the master made this place beautiful."

Song Qingge smiled, hugged Belfast and looked at the stars quietly, while Belfast obediently followed Song Qingge.

"Befa, do you know the stars in the sky?"

"I've heard of it, but I haven't really recognized it."

"Here, that is Aquila, that is Tiantan, that is Cygnus, that..."

The two of them cuddled up like this, and Belfast listened quietly to Song Qingge's words. At this moment, this situation is very confusing.