"My mother likes the cheongsam type, and my mother-in-law likes to wear something a little more foreign." Su Wansheng knew the reason why she asked this, "What, I haven't thought of what type to design?" ”

"This is the most crucial step for me to impress my future mother-in-law, and I certainly can't be sloppy." She suddenly lowered her head again, and said with a sad face, "But I don't have any thoughts at all, it's so sad." ”

Su Wansheng said softly: "Take your time, don't worry." ”

When she got home in the evening, Song Zhiyue washed an apple and chased the drama while nibbling on it.

Someone knocked on the door, and she opened it to see that it was the landlord.

"Miss Song, are you back from a business trip?"

She smiled lightly: "Yes, what's the matter?" ”

The landlord explained that she was here to collect rent.

The rent here is paid every three months.

Half a month before Song Zhiyue went abroad, he just paid three months' rent.

And she's been gone for three months, so it's really time to pay the rent.

"You wait, I'll go get the money."

She walked over to the couch, took the apple in her mouth, took her purse out of her bag, took out the cash inside, and counted it.

She forgot about the rent, so she didn't withdraw the money, which was not enough to pay the rent.

With a flash of inspiration in her mind, she stuffed the money back into her purse, took the apple in her mouth, walked to the door, and said to the landlord, "I won't rent the house." ”

The landlord was stunned: "Are you sure you don't rent anymore?" ”

"Sure." Song Zhiyue nodded.

"Alright then, your rent is three days due."

"I'll move out tomorrow."

After the landlord left, Song Zhiyue finished eating the apples and began to go into the room to clean up his things.

She was busy until midnight before going to bed, and she was so tired that she didn't want to move, so she didn't even take a shower.

In the afternoon of the next day, Feng Chen fought a lawsuit, which was very successful.

But because there were still some small things to deal with, he worked overtime for a while.

When he got home, he rested for a while, took out a small takeout card from the drawer, and prepared to order takeout.

He suddenly thought that there were still Song Zhiyue in the refrigerator who had bought and quick-frozen sleeping and glutinous rice balls two days ago.

He put down his card and got up, went into the kitchen, and found the dumplings on the bottom floor of the refrigerator.

That day, she hadn't finished cooking a bag, and there was still most of it left, enough for him to eat.

He turned on the fire and boiled the water, boiled it and brought it out of the kitchen, and just after two bites, the doorbell rang.

He put down his chopsticks and got up to open the door, and glanced out from the cat's eye, it was Song Zhiyue.

Feng Chen's heart was filled with a trace of doubt, what was she doing here at such a late hour?

He opened the door and saw Song Zhiyue smiling sweetly at him, dragging two large boxes in his hands.

He looked at her two large boxes, "What are you doing here?" ”

Song Zhiyue's little face fell, and he lowered his head in frustration: "I was in arrears of rent and was kicked out by the landlord." ”

Feng Chen frowned imperceptibly: "Why are you in arrears of rent?" ”

She snorted: "My father's health is not good, so I call home every time my salary is paid, and in the three months I went to Paris, the company has already borne all the expenses for me, how can I still pay my salary." ”

Feng Chen looked at her steadily: "Won't you tell me if you have no money?" ”

Song Zhiyue lowered her head and did not say anything.

Looking at the two large boxes in her hand, Feng Chen already knew her intention.

She didn't speak, and he was silent.

Seeing him speak, Song Zhiyue glanced up at him.

Seeing that he looked at herself for a moment, she quickly lowered her head again.