Song Huai'an thought that she hadn't seen much of the world, but now she was just smiling and scolding.

"Eat yours quickly, please eat and count you!"

Jinbao thought about it, and grinned happily with chopsticks.

After the two of them ate and drank enough, they hooked their shoulders and went out of the noodle restaurant, and Song Huaian did not hide it, so he briefly told Jinbao his thoughts.

"After all, Shopkeeper Song and I had some festivals before, and now it's not to fight for anything, but to do things more securely."

Campbell nodded and patted his partner on the back.

"Don't worry, I understand, after you left that day, Shopkeeper Song's face was not very good-looking, you are right to do this, everyone says that Shopkeeper Song is actually the woman that the head of the family has a crush on, it is better not to be given any handle by her."

Song Huaixin thought, don't use everyone to say, Sheng Jin favors Song Huaixin, this sentence is not written by herself.

Alas......

Thinking like this, Song Huaian couldn't help but feel melancholy.

The two of them casually found a few ready-to-wear stores to take a look, and most of them were the shops of the Sheng family, and some of the guys in the shops were still very familiar with Jinbao, and they greeted her as soon as they saw her coming.

At this time, it was noon, and there was no one in the shop, Song Huaian watched Jinbao and the guys chatting, walked out of the shop and looked at the signboard at the door from the outside, this Sheng family's business is extensive, so there are all kinds of shops, and the names are varied, and I don't know how the Sheng family master is organized.

A few big characters on the gilded plaque in front of him flew freely, listening to Jinbao say that most of the signboards of the Sheng family's shop were inscribed by the head of the family himself, Song Huaian rubbed his neck, and the handwriting in his heart seemed to be different from Sheng Jin's usual style, and it seemed to be the same.

In short, it has nothing to do with her.

Song Huaian chuckled, and when he was about to enter the shop, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

It's not very familiar to say familiar, but I've seen it a few times briefly.

It was the boy named Wei Yuan.

One of Mr. Mu's apprentices.

At this time, he was entangled with a woman at the intersection, and Song Huaian was a little curious and got closer.

"Yuan'er, you go back with your mother, and your mother goes to tell the master, you are the eldest son of the Wei family, and you should study hard to test your fame, why do you have to put down your identity and do an apprentice here?"

The woman grabbed Wei Yuan's sleeve, her expression was a little stubborn, and her hands were tightly gripping Wei Yuan's sleeve, as if Wei Yuan would not let go if she didn't agree.

Although Wei Yuan was being pulled, he stood very steadily, he looked at his mother, his eyes were very gentle and calm, as if he was persuading a wayward child.

"Mother, you know, the last thing the Wei family lacks is a son, and I also have my own plans for doing this."

I have seen it a few times before, and I have the impression that the two brothers of the Wei family are like Mu Rou's followers, standing by the little girl's side all the time, just like a symbol, with no sense of existence.

But right now, the young man in green clothes, like a water surface that has been thrown gravel, becomes clear after a circle of ripples, the young man's body is still a little thin, but he stands upright, his gaze is obviously very gentle, but it makes people understand very clearly.

He is refusing, and there is no doubt about it.

"You-"

The woman had tears in her eyes.

"Are you going to be angry?"

Wei Yuan held the woman's hand, his gaze was still peaceful, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"Mother, you know I don't have it."

You know I don't.

Because you're the one who is making things difficult for you......