Who are Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran? Wang Xi thought that they had not discovered themselves, but that they were just self-righteous thoughts! These two people had good ears and eyes, and they had already discovered that someone was observing them in the dark. It's just that after finding out that this person was Wang Xi, they all pretended not to know.

"You have to be careful when I leave, Wang Xi is the same person as Wang Baicheng, he is very ambitious. ”

Song Yiran nodded, "Don't worry, I haven't seen what kind of ruthless character!" If even Wang Xi could calculate her, then she might as well find a noodle and hang her.

The two of them took two more photos, paid the money, took the receipt, agreed on the time to pick up the film, and left the photo studio.

They went to the department store to pick out a suit for Lei Qianjun.

Now it has become popular to wear suits, but in Song Yiran's opinion, suits in this era are just like that, and most of the workmanship is very ordinary.

But Lei Qianjun is a natural clothes rack, and ordinary clothes can be worn on him, and he can wear the feeling of a big brand.

"This is good, better than the one just now. Song Yiran asked the person in the mirror, "What do you think?"

"Is there any green?"

Song Yiran listened, and froze for a moment, she heard it, Lei Qianjun felt regretful.

In later generations, too, when many people in the team got married, they would choose that olive green as their dress.

"It's not fashionable to be green!" The salesperson thought it was a strange request!

Song Yiran felt that this set on him was very good, and it was more suitable for him than the previous ones.

"This set is good, so be it!" Song Yise hooked the corners of his lips, "Spirit, good-looking." ”

Lei Qianjun also nodded, "If you like it, just do it!"

The two paid and went to pick out Song Yiran's clothes.

"That red dress is good, you don't need to buy it, right?"

The red skirt is wool texture, it is more slim to wear, it seems that the waist is the waist, and the legs are legs, where is Lei Qianjun willing to let her wear that!

"I said I wore it in private. ”

"Why don't I put on a coat outside?" Song Yiran deliberately teased him.

It's not cold in the house, what kind of coat to wear!

Besides, when has this been?

The two went shopping for a long time, and Song Yiran picked out a plaid top with a ruffle collar, which looked a bit like a babydoll, but the lines were not as rounded as the babydoll. This dress shows her little woman's side, and it hides her too young temperament very well, which is perfect.

"Yes, a long skirt underneath, no problem!" The top was still a little fluffy, hiding her curves.

Lei Qianjun coughed lightly, "If you like it, buy a few more." Wearing such clothes is still reassuring, unlike the red dress, which is lined with undulating mountains, which really makes him feel very depressed.

Song Yiran couldn't help but smile, feeling that Lei Qianjun's heart was too small.

Straight man, no way.

In the end, Song Yiran picked a small skirt to his calf, the material of the skirt is relatively heavy, the skirt is umbrella-shaped, and the color is that dark green, which is beautiful at first glance.

"That's it!"

Lei Qianjun was also very satisfied and paid happily. The two of them went shopping for a while, and each chose a few sets of clothes to wear in the different seasons, and they were full of harvest.

Furniture or something, there is no time to shop, Song Yiran decided to play with it a little bit.

"Isn't there a thrift market, maybe you can buy some good materials! Now the factory comes out of the way, the assembly line operation, is not good. ”

She loves antiques.

Lei Qianjun also relied on her, "Where are you going now?"

After the clothes are bought, they don't need anything else for the time being, and they still have half a day to shop.

"I wanted a big wooden barrel, the kind that could be used for bathing. ”

Lei Qianjun's eyes darkened, "I do know that there is a company that can make wooden barrels, but I don't know if there are any now." "The voice is also a little hoarse.

Song Yiran felt as if he had misunderstood something.

"Hmm...... Shall we take a look?"

Lei Qianjun started the car and drove Song Yiran to a family that specializes in hoop barrels.

The family's surname is Bai, ancestral craftsmanship, hoop barrel aspect. They recognize the first in the sea market, and no one dares to recognize the second. The north is not used to using this kind of thing, and the Bai family also came here from the south earlier.

In the early years, the form was not good, and his family's workshop was also closed, and since last year, he has returned to his old job.

Song Yiran came by coincidence, they had just made a wooden barrel that was big enough and spacious enough, finished drying the paint, and was about to put it away for their son's marriage, when they came to the door.

Buy something, the money is in place, what can't be bought.

Lei Qianjun added ten yuan, and the barrel belonged to them.

"How do you ship it back?"

The Bai family was very enthusiastic, "If you can trust us, leave an address, we have a car at home, and we can send it." "The Bai family is not too far from the Song family, and the tricycle on which the pedal can be delivered in half an hour.

"What's not to worry about. Song Yiran wrote the address to them, "It's hard work." ”

The Bai family took it and looked at it, and said again and again that it was very close, and they would send it over in a while.

Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran left the Bai family at this time.

"Are you hungry? Why don't we go eat first?"

Song Yiran closed the car door and asked him, "What are you eating?"

"Eat hot pot?" Lei Qianjun said: "There is a copper alley here, it should still be state-run now, let's go eat that." ”

Song Yiran felt that she was very unproductive, and as soon as Lei Qianjun finished speaking, she drooled.

"Okay, good, hurry. ”

Lei Qianjun drove the car with a smile and took Song Yiran to Tong Alley.

Serious old-fashioned copper hot pot, the kind with charcoal.

The beef and mutton are all hand-cut, and the taste is amazing.

This meat quality, it is almost necessary to throw the meat in the hot pot restaurant out of the later generations of eighteen streets, the soup base is thick, the meat has no smell at all, scald a few times in the tumbling soup base, wrapped in mahjong, leek flowers, the taste is simply too beautiful. Although there are few side dishes, who will eat the meat if there is meat!

Song Yiran was satisfied. She ate four plates of meat by herself, and Lei Qianjun is also a foodie, and when the two of them walked out of the restaurant, they ushered in the attention of all the service staff.

Song Yiran felt a little embarrassed, and pouted when he sat in the car.

"Do you say that I just ate four plates of meat, drank three bottles of gas water, and had two plates of vegetables?

Lei Qianjun forcibly held back a smile and said seriously: "It's not much, it's a blessing to be able to eat, and besides, we can't eat fat! ”

"That's it!" Song Yiran said very calmly: "Drive, go back to my house, and see if the barrel is delivered!" They ate this meal for more than two hours.

When they arrived at the Song Mansion, they found that the wooden barrel had already been sent, and it was Deng Qi who received it from them.

"Boss, sister-in-law, the work is almost done, look at it. ”

"Yes, the kang will have to be burned for a few more days to dry, and the window frame will take a while before it can be delivered. The walls of the house are almost dry!"

Song Yiran was naturally satisfied, "Thank you." ”

"The venue for tomorrow's engagement is at the Jincheng Hotel, don't forget, everyone must be on time!"

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