Every word of the teenager is warm, but it is also a rejection.

The woman is stubborn, and he is more stubborn than the woman.

That stubbornness is invisible, but it exists in every word spoken and every subtle look on the face.

Song Huai'an couldn't help but touch her nose, she suddenly realized that she was like a voyeur at the moment, secretly poking and probing the privacy of other people's homes.

This is really not good, Song Huaian planned to leave quickly while he had not been discovered, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Jinbao who came out of the shop and waved at him.

As soon as Song Huai'an's index finger was put to his mouth, before he could shout out, he heard a sound full of anger.

"Huai'an, there will be a batch of new goods arriving later, do you want to take a look?"

See......

Look at the hammer!

Song Huai'an turned around very stiffly, and very coincidentally met Wei Yuan's gaze when he looked over, but those dark eyes did not have the slightest annoyance or nervousness to be peeped at, they were still as gentle and calm as before, as if this was just an ordinary street corner meeting, and he could even be polite to Song Huai'an.

Look, this demeanor, this cultivation.

Although they didn't look angry, it also made Song Huaian really ashamed, she also saluted Wei Yuan back, then pointed to Jinbao behind her, and hurriedly left.

Wei Yuan watched Song Huai'an's figure disappear all the time, and then turned to the woman in front of him and said softly.

"It's not too early, so you should go back early."

As the words fell, the boy turned and disappeared into the street, while the woman who had been standing on the corner was full of melancholy until a carriage slowly stopped beside her.

"Madame, come back, you don't know the young master's temper."

"It's not that I don't know, but I don't understand."

With that child's talent and ability, why did he have to choose such a path?

Alas......

Song Huai'an didn't know about the melancholy of the lady here, and she even forgot about Wei Yuan's affairs after seeing Jinbao.

After returning to the shop, Mr. Jin told her that the last batch of goods had arrived this morning, and all that was left was to put the ready-to-wear on the shelves, and the guys in the store had also arranged it early in the morning, and then just waited for the opening to open, so he dismissed everyone in advance.

Song Huaixin thought about it too, this makes sense, since Song Huaixin left, she must have arranged the shop, it is impossible to really let her be in charge?

For the first time, he returned to Suixinju early, today as usual, Lao Ai was busy stealing, Sheng Xuan was nowhere to be seen, Song Huaian went back to the house and rested for a while before getting up and sitting on the desk.

Sheng Xuan arranged a room for her, but there was everything, and at first glance it seemed to be a boudoir for a girl who had not left the pavilion.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cloud needle embroidery, in short, there should be.

It's just that most of it doesn't work for her.

Song Huaian couldn't help but laugh when she thought about it, she sat in front of the bookcase, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush seriously, and thought about it carefully.

I didn't expect the jokes I said unintentionally before to be favored by my wife, and she didn't know if it was really useful to write these ideas, but now that someone has high hopes, she is willing to go all out.

It's still early now, and Song Huai'an thought about the various flower pot styles he often saw in the online store in the past, so he sorted them out carefully.

Although Song Huai'an is an apprentice, but because she is also Sheng Xuan's apprentice, no one will let her do anything, not only that, but the maid in the courtyard will occasionally send some snacks and tea to her room, after a long time, Song Huaian has a feeling that she seems to be half a master.

But you can't afford to enjoy it.

That's a lot of extras, isn't it?