Early in the morning, Lai Ting was woken up by the sound of crackling and rummaging through cabinets. Lai Ting rubbed her eyes that hadn't woken up yet, and her little face was full of anger.

"Song Qianqian, don't you want to live anymore, what are you doing early in the morning? Don't you know that you have no public morality? Don't you know how late I slept with Yuhan yesterday?"

Lai Ting kicked open Song Qianqian's door and shouted, and Liu Yuhan also walked in behind her. They really couldn't figure out what Song Qianqian, who wasted this good time early in the morning and didn't sleep, was doing?

Song Qianqian heard Lai Ting's voice, and did not fight back as normal, but greeted them warmly: "Come on, you guys quickly give me an idea, see which clothes I look good on?"

Lai Ting looked at everything in the room, and her sleepiness disappeared immediately, and she looked at the room that looked like it had been ransacked in disbelief, and the clothes inside were thrown everywhere by Song Qianqian. On the bed, on the table, on the chair, on the floor, on the hanger......

Wherever things could be placed, they were all thrown by Song Qianqian with clothes.

Lai Ting and Liu Yuhan glanced at each other, what is this Song Qianqian going crazy about?

"Song Qianqian, is your brain burned, what are you doing here early in the morning?" Lai Ting picked up a sweater at her feet and threw it on Song Qianqian's face.

"Oh, people are going to the president's office today to return this coat, so I'm thinking about which clothes to look good on?" Song Qianqian's little face was full of expressions, and the expression was like going to see her boyfriend.

Lai Ting looked at Song Qianqian's uncalm face, and her mouth pursed: "I think you look best if you don't wear anything!"

"Don't wear anything? Lai Ting, can you talk well? You're still not my friend, can't you give me some ideas?" Song Qianqian threw the sweater back with her backhand, and didn't wear anything, then she was going to freeze to death.

"Qianqian, you mean that you are going to give Lu Zihao his coat?" Liu Yuhan asked softly, and it was only now that she understood what was going on? Please forgive her for waking up and thinking half a beat slowly.

"Mmmm!" Song Qianqian nodded her head excitedly: "Yesterday, Lu Zihao went to visit me in my department, and asked me if I had a better cold?" When I asked for clothes, I remembered that the clothes were still in my bed, and I forgot to take them when I went to work in the morning. ”

That's why she went to bed early last night, just so that today's skin can be fresh and beautiful.

"Can you help me get an idea? See what I look good at? I've been choosing all morning, and I still don't agree. Song Qianqian's little face frowned, choosing clothes has always been her weakness, and she never realized that there was a big problem with choosing clothes. But from today onwards, she felt that she needed to learn how to dress.

Lying on Song Qian's shallow bed, Lai Ting, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly sat up from the bed with a spirit, and the posture was like a carp jumping over the dragon gate. Song Qianqian looked at Lai Ting, who seemed to be a corpse, and sneered: "Lai Ting, are you trying to cheat the corpse?"

"Go, go, you are cheating the corpse!" Lai Ting looked disdainful: "Let me ask you, if you go to the president's office, will you meet my cold male god?"

"You said Wang Hao?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's him!, will he meet?" Lai Ting felt like she was in a state of excitement as soon as she heard the name now.

"I don't know, maybe it will, maybe it won't. What do you want to do?" Song Qianqian asked defensively, the apricot eyes on his face widened.

Lai Ting hugged Song Qianqian and said flatteringly: "Don't look like this? We have lived under the same roof for so long, what can I do that you don't know? If you meet Wang Hao, help me get his mobile phone number, even if it is a WeChat account or a QQ number...... As long as you can contact him, you can have any number. ”

Lai Ting squeezed her eyebrows at Song Qianqian, and stammered to help her look at the clothes.

"Shallow, you wear this, it must fit. Lai Ting was holding a white woolen dress in her hand and kept gesturing on Song Qianqian's body.

Song Qianqian was really not worried about Lai Ting's eyes, and held up his clothes and asked Liu Yuting at the door: "Yuhan, this?"

Liu Yuhan looked at the clothes, and then looked at Song Qianqian's white and translucent skin, and also agreed: "Qianqian, you have white skin, wearing this sweater and a pair of pale pink sheepskin boots on your feet, you must be very beautiful." ”

"Then I'll wear this. With everyone's consent, Song Qianqian urged Lai Ting, who was lying on her bed and not leaving: "You don't go out yet, I'm going to change my clothes?"

"Then you can change it, I haven't seen any places on your body, so I'll count how many pores you have. Lai Ting said with a wicked smile, with that evil smile on her face.

"You stinky and shameless, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still want Wang Hao's contact information, if you don't go out again, then don't think about ......" Before Song Qianqian finished speaking, Lai Ting ran out with a smoke: "Running really fast, this speed is almost catching up with Liu Xiang." ”

It wasn't until Song Qianqian walked out of the house after eating that her ears were quiet for a while, Lai Ting kept telling her to take back Wang Hao's contact information, until she left home, Lai Ting's words were still echoing in her ears: "Qianqian, your task today is very serious, you must overcome all difficulties to get Wang Hao's contact information, I am waiting for the good news of your victory at home." ”

That posture, as if she couldn't complete the task and didn't have to go home.

Song Qianqian lifted Lu Zihao's coat and stood at the door of the subway station with a thick smile on his face. This Lai Ting has always believed in love, but since she met Wang Hao, she has put all her energy on him. Love is such a wonderful thing, as long as it comes, no one can stop it.

What about her? Has her love also come to her side? Lu Zihao is the true son of love for her?

Song Qianqian came to the company and took the elevator directly to the floor of the president's office, and was shocked by the decoration on this floor as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

If you really have money, look at this big golden carp, it's almost a meter long. It roams in the 10-meter-long fish tank, which is very pleasant. For a moment, Song Qianqian wanted to be the carefree golden carp that didn't worry about eating and drinking.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, the dazzling light shone on her eyes. The gold-sprayed walls, pale yellow carpet, and dark brown sofas are all eye-catching.

Song Qianqian secretly swallowed his saliva, and exclaimed in his heart: "It's good to be rich? It's not quite like Lu Zihao's style, isn't it?"

Just as she was thinking about it, Wang Hao walked towards her from the side.

He had already seen Song Qianqian coming, but as soon as she got out of the elevator, her expression was so cute, he didn't want to disturb her for a while.

"Miss Song, you're here, the president is in the office, will you go in first?"

"Oh!" Song Qianqian hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and followed Wang Hao towards the office that was particularly attractive to her.

What is Lu Zihao doing inside? Is he looking forward to seeing himself soon, just like her? Song Qianqian thought wildly in his heart, hoping that Lu Zihao was in the same mood as himself at this time.

When she walked into the office full of joy, she didn't expect to look up and see Lu Zihao sitting in the center of the desk, while on the table to his right sat a scantily clad and extremely charming woman.

Song Qianqian seemed to have fallen from the clouds in the sky all of a sudden, and the fall was miserable.

Your uncle, let me bring you clothes, but you are here with other women talking happily and happily. Song Qianqian cursed unconvinced in his heart.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lu Zihao and the bewitching woman looked back at Song Qianqian at the same time. There was obvious unhappiness on the face of the bewitching woman, as if Song Qianqian's sudden appearance disturbed her and Lu Zihao.

Song Qianqian was not afraid of the woman's eyes, and looked back at her in a daze.

Looking at this woman's dress, she should also be a rich woman, but she doesn't have any temperament. Look at the skirt that is so short that she can't even cover her buttocks, and the heavy makeup on her face makes her a few years older all of a sudden.

Look at the handsome and heroic Lu Zihao next to him, just like a mother and a son.

Song Qianqian looked at this disgusting scene, and was really in no mood to stay any longer. She glanced at Lu Zihao and said with a look of disgust: "What kind of taste? ”

After speaking, he threw the box containing Lu Zihao's clothes on the sofa, turned around and walked outside.

Song Qianqian felt that her actions just now were really chic and beautiful, compared to the old woman, she was definitely the white crane in the sky, and the old woman was at most a poultry.

Just when her hand touched the door support, Lu Zihao's deep voice sounded behind her: "Song Qianqian, you are too rude, don't you see that I have a guest? Not only did you not take the initiative to say hello, but you also threw your clothes on the sofa for me, what do you look like? Hurry up and bring me the clothes and put them in front of me." ”

Song Qianqian looked back at Lu Zihao, and had already greeted his ancestors one by one for the eighteenth generation. Your uncle, you are in love with other women here, and you want me to accompany you here, how can there be such a reason in the world.

Song Qianqian stared at him unconvinced, if his eyes could kill, it was estimated that Lu Zihao would have died many times.

But Lu Zihao is not a fuel-efficient master, Song Qianqian glared at him, so he also used the same way to repay her.

It wasn't until Song Qian's eyes hurt that she was defeated. Looking at Lu Zihao's smug face, she whispered viciously in her heart: "Okay!