These stores are very capricious, and they don't sell them when they sell out. [Full text reading. 】

Moreover, every family has to queue up.

It's rare for her to ask him for anything, and he has to do it anyway.

"Alright, I'll make a phone call now." Song Shaoyan was still a little sleepy.

But what Josnian confessed, he had to do.

But Josnian made such a big move, he didn't believe that there was nothing wrong.

Joss hung up the phone, and the Rolls-Royce drove all the way forward.

The snow is still falling, the sky is overcast, and the sun won't be out for a few days.

At a glance, it is all white.

Pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas, walking in a hurry, and snowflakes fall on trees, umbrellas, and roads, painting a monotonous picture.

Song Shaoyan is fast, resolute, and extremely efficient.

When Josnian drove to the intersection, the road was closed and the car drove out unimpeded.

At this moment, Qiao Chengfan called Qiao Sinian.

"Dad, you didn't come home yesterday."

"Hmm."

"Dad, are you awake?"

"You think everyone is like you?"

Qiao Chengfan pouted, he is also very diligent, why does Old Qiao dislike him so much.

"Daddy, where are you?"

"Outside."

"Are you going home, then? I want to drink Lin Kee's soy milk. Qiao Chengfan grabbed the phone with a blank eye, "You can take it for me, okay." ”

"Don't go by the way, another day."

Qiao Chengfan was immediately deflated: "Okay." ”

Hanging up the phone, Qiao Sinian's car happened to stop at the door of Lin Ji.

Because of the snow, there were a lot fewer people than usual, but the enthusiasm was still there.

Josnian tied a black scarf, put his hands in his coat pockets, and stood silently at the back of the crowd after getting out of the car.

A few snowflakes fell on his head, wetting his forehead.

"Master Qiao, don't tell me, you made a big move to block the road, just to come here to buy soy milk." Song Shaoyan suddenly drove over.

The man looked about the same age as Jos.

He opened the door of the Bentley and walked straight for Josnian.

Song Shaoyan wore a gray long coat, elegant and gentle, and very tall.

"Why are you here?" Joss frowned slightly.

"I'm a little curious, it just so happens that Ayin wants to drink the soy milk here." Song Shaoyan smiled slightly.

"Ayin? The woman you raised outside, Gu Huiyin? Qiao Sinian gave him a faint look.

"Hmm."

"You're in for love."

"Master Qiao, you came out to line up so early, don't tell me you bought it for Xiao Chengfan?"

Song Shaoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was endless depth in his good-looking eyes.

"Almost." Josnian looked silently ahead.

"Almost?" Song Shaoyan didn't believe it.

"You should go to the back of the line." Joss thinks he has a lot of problems.

"There is no need to queue, I am an acquaintance with the boss, and I will leave it every day." Song Shaoyan hooked his lips.

So saying, he went inside.

"Master Qiao, help you bring it?"

"No, you don't." Joss refused.

There aren't many people today.

After ten minutes of queuing, Josnian bought it.

He walked directly to his Rolls-Royce, and Song Shaoyan was already leaning against his black Bentley.

A few snowflakes fell on Song Shaoyan's head, and the young man's figure became more and more outstanding and independent.

In the falling snow, it adds a bit of elegance.

Song Shaoyan smiled slightly, and there was a soul-stirring profundity in his eyes: "Go back?" ”

"Hmm." Qiao Sinian opened the car door and reminded, "Song Shaoyan, you take it easy, don't forget, you are married." ”

Song Shaoyan did not respond.

Josnian got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas pedal and left.