Song Sheng went out early in the morning and bumped into Wen Le head-on.

Wen Le was wearing pajamas and carrying breakfast on his way home.

Seeing him, Wen Le didn't react much, and naturally took down the fritters in his mouth and greeted him:

"Morning, young master."

"......" Song Sheng choked.

He took care of Jiang Ran's delicate little princess, and he really couldn't help but want to complain every time he saw Wen Le, "Can't you pay a little attention to your image?" ”

Older than him, old man.

To borrow the words of the little princess:

The difference between man and man is greater than that of man and pig.

Wen Le looked down at the flannel pajamas on his body, and was very puzzled: "Is there a problem?" ”

Song Sheng was powerless to complain.

"What do I wear is my own business, how do I look good? I'm not naked. ”

Wen Le felt that it was not a big problem to go out in his pajamas and buy breakfast.

She has been free and loose since she was a child.

In fact, many people around her say that she lives a rough life, but she thinks that people can be comfortable, so why be so restrained.

But she also understands those beautiful little girls who are dressed up, and everyone has a love for beauty.

It's all over without interfering with each other.

If you see that I don't like my eyes, I will look less, and each step back to open the sea and sky.

Song Sheng was scolded by her, and he really didn't know what to say.

He originally thought that in addition to the elders, only Jiang Ran and Jiang Ye were the hurdles he couldn't overcome, and he repeatedly broke his head and bled at them.

But I didn't expect that Winlot's was too!

Taking a deep breath, Song Sheng gave up, "You eat, you eat." ”

As he spoke, he passed her and was about to leave.

"Do you want some?" Wen Le handed the breakfast in his hand to him, and said kindly: "It's just out of the pot, it's still hot." ”

Song Sheng squeezed out a smile: "I've eaten it." ”

"That's right." Wen Le turned to stop him.

Song Sheng paused, and turned back helplessly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Is this house a good sale?"

Song Sheng's eyebrows jumped, "Huh? ”

Wen Le explained to him: "My grandfather bought this to make me a dowry as a wedding room, and he didn't want it, but his health was no longer good at that time, and I didn't want him to be sad." ”

"And you're still selling?" Song Sheng couldn't understand her.

"I'm not used to living here alone, and I think that if I sell this, I can pay you back a little money."

Wen Le carefully counted the property in his name, hoping to return the money to Song Sheng as soon as possible.

"Moreover, when the dust settles on domestic affairs, I will go back to study abroad, and I can rest assured that someone else will take over from the company. So this place is empty and empty. ”

"And where do you live?"

"I still have an ancestral home." Wen Le said. "You should have more acquaintances than I do."

Song Sheng nodded, "I'll go back and help you ask." ”

Wen Le saw that he was responsive, and bit the fritters and laughed: "I really didn't expect that one day we could become friends, and you would help me." ”

And more than once.

"Huh." Song Sheng smiled dryly, "I probably dug up your ancestral grave in my last life." ”

Wen Le's face changed, and he raised his foot to kick him. Song Sheng dodged and smiled defiantly at her.

The two were fighting at the door of the house, and Song's mother happened to bump into each other when she went out.

"Song Sheng."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Sheng subconsciously straightened up and stiffened his body to look back.

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