On the opening day of "Tinglan", it was much more lively than Song Fei imagined, in addition to the Song family's own momentum, some business partners who had dealings with Song Changlin and Song Ze also sent flower baskets.

Song Fei was in line with the principle of doing business with a smiling face, and ushered in a full number of gifts, but the result was that the time was greatly delayed, and by the time he entered the store and sat down, it was already past lunch.

"Hey......" she let out a long sigh and turned her head to look around the room, Daohe was indeed full, but there was no shadow of other living people.

No matter how you look at it, this business is very strong and middle-handed.

Song Fei couldn't help but sigh again.

"What a sigh for a good day. Ren Yulan came to replace Song Ze at this time, and didn't say much when he entered the door, and directly handed over the still hot packing box in his hand, "Eat, your favorite." ”

Song Fei opened one of the lids, and a raw and ajerky smell of radish came to her face, she immediately covered her nose, looked at Ren Yulan with a sad face, and did not speak.

Ren Yulan was stunned: "Don't you like their radish soup the most?"

yes, another trouble she didn't remember.

Song Fei honestly covered her chest and retched.

In the afternoon, "Tinglan" was still crowded, and Song Fei simply touched the melon seeds and kowtowed with Ren Yulan.

"Was business so miserable here before?" she said, but after a while, she had a small pile of melon seed shells at hand.

Ren Yulan looked at the stumbling tongue and stared for a moment before replying: "It's not." ”

Song Fei was dissatisfied: "Then are all my customers gone, or don't you know that I have reopened?"

How can you say this? Ren Yulan thought hard for a while, and then said carefully: "You know, you are a kind of custom business, relying on the customer circle, but before you got sick and closed the store, and there was a lot of buzz outside about you and Zhong Shidu——"

"Pass what?"

"It's nothing more than divorce or something. ”

"How do they know?"

Ren Yulan choked: "Maybe it's ...... Anyway, a lot of people went to other stores. ”

After listening to this, Song Fei screamed "finished" sadly and complainingly, and he didn't even notice that the melon seed shell fell to his feet.

Ren Yulan had the heart to make amends, but this matter could not be solved by just talking, so he could only touch Song Fei's head to show comfort.

However, fortunately, the two warmed each other for a while, and the wind chimes at the door suddenly jingled.

"Welcome!" Song Fei stood up suddenly, and as a result, his eyes swept to the door, and his smile suddenly disappeared.

Really, the road is narrow.

Zhong Wenshan stood at the door of "Tinglan" with a strange smile on her face.

Since the last time Song Fei went to the amusement park, she had suffered enough at home, and finally lifted the ban and went out, so she naturally wanted to come to Song Fei for trouble.

People who can see their intentions at a glance often don't care about being strong on the outside and doing things in the middle, Song Fei is like this to Zhong Wenshan, but when she moved her eyes to the woman next to her, she began to be really vigilant in her heart.

"Miss Song, you won't know me so soon?" asked the young woman, clasping her elbow.

Song Fei opened her mouth and raised her hand, poured in the last few melon seeds, chewed and chewed, and then laughed slowly: "I know." ”

Nonsense, the beam that was formed in the hospital, she remembers this person who turned to ashes.

The young woman nodded, grinned with satisfaction, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Song Fei: "You are here, are you looking for me to slap me last time?"

The other party's smile froze.

On the side, Zhong Wenshan suddenly shouted: "Song Fei, you respect my sister Xin!"

"Be quiet, you didn't know it the first day I said that. Song Fei frowned, and suddenly pointed out, "Oh my God, Zhong Wenshan, it turns out that you have so many eyes in your heart now, and you know that you deliberately made people embarrassed here!"

As a result, Zhong Wenshan's face also turned green.

In the end, it was still the young woman who held her breath and didn't let Zhong Wenshan continue to be led by Song Fei's nose.

"When I came here today, I actually wanted to trouble Miss Song to help me order a dress. Her face was soothing, but with a proud tone, "By the way, let me introduce myself, my name is Rong Xin, and I am the manager of the public relations department of Shiguang Group." ”

Oh, no wonder it's so familiar with the Zhong family.

Song Fei swept her eyes silently and nodded: "Wait a minute, I'll show you the style." ”

Rong Xin said, "I don't want what I already have." ”

Song Fei was already about to go inside, but after listening and looking over, her eyes calmly turned bright red fingertips, all the way to the corners of her lips where she wanted to smile or not.

"Miss Rong, although some people are fashionable to wear sacks, it doesn't mean that you can too. ”

Rong Xin said softly: "Shi Du doesn't like to watch people hit their shirts. ”

Yo, it's still "twilight", it's so affectionate!

Song Fei was groaning in her heart, and simply folded it inside and flipped through the photo album. Soon, Ren Yulan also squeezed over and asked with concern: "Scarlet, do you want to throw this book on her head?"

Hearing this, the hand that had just turned a page of color photos paused in mid-air: "Am I so violent?"

"What if? This Rong Xin speaks strangely and is uncomfortable, don't fall into her trap. ”

Song Fei didn't speak, his eyes once again skimmed over the half-height cabinet propped up in front of him, and looked at Rong Xin who was sitting opposite Zhong Wenshan outside.

There was silence between them, not as if they had the same purpose as they had when they first entered.

But suddenly, Rong Xin turned his head to look back as if he had a feeling.

His chin was slightly raised, his eyes were shining, and he had faint ill intentions.

Song Fei met her eyes, but she couldn't tell who was more provocative.