Song Qiu just heard Zheng Huawen talk about the perfume bottle, so he glanced at Song Baoxuan's house curiously.

She had never seen Song Baoxuan make perfumes, and Song Qiu felt a little strange.

After Song Baoxuan saw Zheng Huawen leave, she found that Song Qiu was peeking inside three meters from the door of her house.

She walked behind Song Qiu, and she deliberately lowered her footsteps, so Song Qiu didn't find Song Baoxuan behind her.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Baoxuan suddenly spoke out, which frightened Song Qiu.

"No... It's nothing. ”

"It's better to have nothing."

Song Baoxuan returned to the house, closed the door, and looked at the bottle of perfume thoughtfully.

She was a little suspicious that Song Qiu had discovered something, although Song Qiu had a hole in his brain, but Song Qiu was indeed a little smart, not like ordinary children.

Song Baoxuan felt that she was going to build a perfume factory to cover herself, otherwise she would be easily suspected.

The rest of the family was fine, but this Song Qiu had to be cautious.

Song Baoxuan knew that Song Qiu didn't like herself, and even hated her, so she must not let her discover her secret.

Otherwise, Song Qiu would definitely say it, and then he would be in big trouble.

The factory was built not only to prevent Song Qiu, but also to prevent others in the future, she couldn't take out a lot of perfume for no reason!

A small amount can also be explained that it was made in the house, but once the amount is large, then this explanation is too pale and too implausible.

Song Baoxuan decided to build a factory, but this factory is not just built, and the machines in the factory are also indispensable.

And this factory can really produce perfumes, not a decoration, otherwise it will not stand up to scrutiny.

I'm afraid that this matter will trouble Zheng Huawen again, Song Baoxuan feels that her ability is really not enough, and she can't do many things at all.

Song Baoxuan thought about the factory for a while, and walked out of the house, Song Qiu was still wandering around the yard, looking at Song Baoxuan's house from time to time.

She saw Song Baoxuan come out and pretended to be playing with stones in the yard.

Song Baoxuan knew that Song Qiu wanted to spy on her house, but she didn't bother to pay attention to Song Qiu, and locked the door of the house after leaving the house.

With Song Qiu's personality, Song Baoxuan felt that Song Qiu might sneak into the house while he was not paying attention.

Although she couldn't find anything when she entered the house, after all, the real secret was on herself.

But she didn't want Song Qiu to enter her house, lest her things be rummaged through by Song Qiu.

Song Qiu watched Song Baoxuan lock the door of the house and muttered quietly.

"Song Baoxuan must have hidden something in the house, I must find a way to go in and take a look."

Black Sesame's ears are very sensitive, and Song Qiu's muttering on the courtyard wall jumped off the wall and walked in front of Song Qiu gracefully.

Then he stretched out his claws and swung them at Song Qiu, who was so frightened by the sudden movement of the black sesame that he sat on the ground.

Black Sesame looked at Song Qiu and sat on the ground, and glanced at her with disdain, Black Sesame didn't intend to really scratch Song Qiu, otherwise Song Qiu's face would have been bloody at this time.

Song Qiu sat on the ground and cried.

"Woo, this cat scratches me."

When Song Zhaodi heard Song Qiu's voice, he put down the kitchen knife in his hand and ran to Song Qiu and asked.

"Xiaoqiu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qiu pointed to the black sesame seeds and said.

"It's... It tickled my face. ”

Black Sesame was licking its fur leisurely on the side, completely ignoring Song Qiu's accusations, and it didn't scratch it anyway.

Brother Song Zhaodi looked at Song Qiu's face without any traces and said suspiciously.

"No, Xiaoqiu's face is fine."

"I hid so fast that it didn't scratch it, but it just wanted to scratch my face."

"It's okay, Xiaoqiu, get up quickly."

Seeing that Song Zhaodi didn't help him avenge, Song Qiu said angrily.

"Sister, didn't you hear me say, is this cat going to scratch my face?"

"I heard you, but aren't you okay Xiaoqiu? Get up, don't sit on the ground. ”

Brother Song Zhao helped Song Qiu up, and the black sesame didn't bother to look at her, so he ran away directly.

"Sister, you're going to let it run away? It was going to scratch me. ”

"It's okay, Xiaoqiu, it didn't scratch you."

Song Zhaodi's personality is like this, since Song Qiu is fine, she feels that there is no problem.