Here, the box.

After Wei Yun sat down, he motioned for Lin Qiao to do the same, and while the person invited by this meeting had not yet come, he said: "The one who will come is the deputy manager of the Embroidery Workshop Bureau, and he has a bit of a position to speak in the Embroidery Workshop Bureau. ”

He paused, "Lustful and greedy for money, but you don't have to be afraid, he won't mess around when I'm here." ”

Lin Qiao knows this better than anyone else, and the dinner to talk about business is not about money, "Okay." ”

Thinking in her heart, if that man dared to move his hands and feet, she would chop off his life.

Ahem, she's enough to endure one villain.

This deputy steward is quite big, the two of them have waited for a quarter of an hour or two and haven't come, Lin Qiao glanced at Wei Yun, his face was obviously ugly, but he still endured it.

She doesn't know much about Wei Yun, she only knows that he is from the Wei family, but she doesn't seem to be very welcome, she has seen the Wei family come to spread the word, and her attitude is not respectful.

However, Wei Yun doesn't look at anything else, just looks at business acumen, which is extremely good.

After waiting a little longer, the deputy steward still did not come.

Lin Qiao frowned, "I'm afraid this person can't do it." ”

Before we talked about it, I put it on the shelf, and if I talked about it, I was afraid that the lion would open his mouth.

Wei Yun let out a deep "um", and then stood up, "Don't wait, let's go." ”

As soon as they went downstairs, the footsteps of the two stopped, and the young and tall man at the door talked to the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man looked a little flattering.

The young, tall man caught a glimpse of them and walked over, "Qiao'er, why are you here?" ”

Didn't seem to know she was here.

Lin Qiao didn't suspect either, "Something." ”

"Song Bi will this?" The middle-aged man suddenly interjected.

Song Tingfan stretched out his hand to hold Lin Qiao's hand, and said softly: "I'm insider." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly curryed favor: "Mrs. Song." ”

Widow Song listened too much, why did Mrs. Song listen awkwardly, Lin Qiao: "......"

She responded politely.

At this time, Wei Yun stared at the middle-aged man coldly and said, "The deputy steward is a good one." ”

The middle-aged man Jiang Tao saw Lin Qiao and Wei Yun coming out together just now, and he thought that he had something to do with General Song Bi, so he hurriedly made amends, "Master Wei, I'm really sorry, the carriage broke down halfway, and I walked all the way over." ”

"I'm really sorry, in this way, I will invite you to dinner and punish myself with three glasses of wine."

He went down the steps, and Wei Yun naturally wouldn't stiffen down, "It's okay." Said that he was going to glance at Song Tingfan.

I didn't expect to get mixed up in three years to become a partial general.

An Yuan is heavy on military affairs, and military attaches are heavier than civilian officials.

A few people returned to the box, Lin Qiao wanted to collect it, but Song Tingfan didn't mean to let go at all, she leaned in and whispered: "Tingfan, let go, I want to talk about things." ”

Seeing that he was staring straight at her, as if he didn't want to let go, she added another sentence and coaxed: "Cough, go back and take it." ”

"Okay." Song Tingfan let go of her hand, and then raised his hand to pour tea for him.

Jiang Tao wanted to get close to him, "Song Bijiang has a really good relationship between your husband and wife." ”

"Hmm." Song Tingfan nodded.

Lin Qiao took a sip of tea, swept Jiang Tao's flattering expression, and then glanced at Song Tingfan, who had a faint look.

The villain is even more interesting than she imagined.

Inexplicably relieved, she raised it.

Subconsciously ignore the crookedness.

During the meal, Lin Qiao took the initiative to bring up the drawings, Jiang Tao glanced at Song Tingfan, and then responded in one bite.

Wei Yun knew that this matter was thanks to Song Tingfan, and after Jiang Tao left, "Thank you for this." ”

"No thanks, my insider's business is my business." Song Tingfan's tone was light.

An insider on the left and an insider on the right, for fear that others would not know that they were married, the corners of Lin Qiao's mouth twitched, "......"

Wei Yun sensed his hostility, glanced at Lin Qiao, and got into the carriage and left without saying anything.

Gao Qiang and Zhou Fuan in the attic in the distance looked at the wooden fence, and Zhou Fuan gloated: "Do you look like the face of the partial general?" ”

"However, if my daughter-in-law looks so pretty, it is guaranteed to be darker than the bottom of the pot, hmph, it is polite not to beat the man."

"Come on, stop dreaming."

Gao Qiang glanced at him with disgust, and said: "Song Bian will let his daughter-in-law not sleep, why do you sleep on the street with us, shouldn't it?" ”

"Hehe, you're dead, I'm going to sue General Song." Zhou Fuan smiled evilly.

"If you dare to sue, I will sue you, don't forget that last year you said that Song Bi would be an old monk and would not be able to marry a daughter-in-law!" Gao Qiang glared at him angrily.

……

Lin Qiao still has to buy pastries, "You go and get busy, I'll buy some things and go back." ”

"It's okay, let's go together." Song Tingfan shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Lin Qiao didn't say anything, and after walking a few steps, she thought of something and said curiously: "How do you know the deputy manager?" ”

"Qiu Ju is in charge of us, and we will occasionally come into contact."

"Does that mean you know someone from the Embroidery Bureau?"

"Hmm."

"I knew I was looking for you, so I didn't have to wait so long."

Song Tingfan stopped, his deep eyes reflected on her face, "You don't say anything to me." ”

When he asked, she would say, if he didn't ask, she wouldn't say, and it seemed that she never wanted to rely on him.

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment, she was just used to being independent, "Ahem, you've been too busy lately." ”

Song Tingfan didn't demolish her either, "Okay, try to come back to accompany you at night." ”

Caught off guard and hearing this, Lin Qiao choked on saliva, "cough, cough, cough......"

She didn't say let him come back to accompany her.

Finally, I have calmed down a little in the past few days.

She hurriedly waved her hand, "It's okay, you can get busy if you have something, I have grandma and them at home, and you live in the barracks, so you don't have to run back and forth on both sides." ”

Looking at her anxious and delicate appearance, Song Tingfan's tiredness in the past few days was swept away, "I slept on the street these days." ”

"Sleeping on the street?"

"Well, it's urgent."

Only then did Lin Qiao see the cyan color in his eyes, "Take a good rest today, and go to the barracks tomorrow?" ”

"No, I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow." Song Tingfan's tone was a little imperceptible guilty.

I thought I could take care of them, but these days I am busy with my family and rarely stay.

After walking for a while, she arrived at the Baisheng Cake Shop, and Lin Qiao knew what the soft cake the woman was talking about.

Homemade cakes.

It is estimated that the whole cut is bought.

I'm afraid that it was chilled from such a long distance.

She looked at the cake carefully, and sure enough, it was not too fresh, so she didn't ask for it, and bought some other pastries.

When she was just about to pay the silver money, Song Tingfan paid it, and she hurriedly grabbed him, "This is for the eldest sister in the alley to buy it, she gave the silver money." ”

"You leave it alone."

Song Tingfan held her hand with his backhand, then handed over the broken silver with the other hand, and said to Xiao Er: "These things weigh another catty." ”

"Haole, a total of one hundred and thirty-five texts." Xiao Er looked for the money neatly, and then packed the things for him, smiled and said, "Go slowly." ”

Out of the shop, Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan, "Where to take the carriage?" ”

Song Tingfan glanced at her chest silently, and then withdrew his gaze, "Buy something more." ”