"It's quite a lot, and the final auction price is 45 million, and the final price estimated after appraisal is about 23 million."

"But at that time, I met two rich second generations who regarded each other as sworn enemies, and they both kept asking for a price in order to pit each other, so they finally earned an extra 20 million."

made an extra 20 million, looking at the fluttering text, Song was dumbfounded.

has a lot of money, in other words, she just paints a lifetime of sketches until her liver explodes, and it seems that she can't even earn back a tenth of this fraction.

(; ′????? So this is the legend that there is no harm without contrast?

The big guy sells something casually, and he gets tens of millions in an instant.

So the big guy is still the big guy.

One moment people are still very down-to-earth to go up the mountain to carry timber for people, and the next moment they will teach you what it means to sell something casually and become a nouveau riche in minutes.

And that's not the point, the point is that this nouveau riche seems to be from her family, and the nouveau riche's son was also born to her.

So, what is this?

Why does she now have a feeling that she has won by lying on the salted fish.

"......" Song smiled dryly, his eyes falling on his phone.

Looking at Zhao Chengda's message above, Song lightly clicked on the dialog box to start editing and sent him a message.

"If you want to buy it, then buy it! A house is always to be bought. ”

"It's all bought early and late, and you can send Zhao Yu to school after you buy a house now." Although he is very smart, he is always young, and when he goes to school, he can not only learn knowledge but also make many friends. ”

Speaking of his son, Song Qing unconsciously tilted his head to look at the child lying beside him, and reached out and touched his head lovingly.

Not to mention that this kid is quite vigilant, when Song Qing just reached out to touch his head, Zhao Yu frowned at first, but immediately eased up and turned over and hugged Song Qing's waist.

It was as if he knew who touched him.

Although I don't know how I gave birth to him, I can't change my love for him.

Mothers love their children, this is nature, Song Qing could love him so much when he didn't know that he was her son, and now that he knows it, he naturally prefers him more.

Outside the bedroom, Zhao Cheng, who was laying on the floor, was sitting there at this time and sending messages to Song Qing.

He rested his hand on one knee with one foot bent and the other lying on it, sitting in a leisurely position.

Song Qing was able to take the initiative to contact him, and he was very happy about this, so when he heard the phone ringing, he replied to Song Qing's message as soon as possible.

She really likes Zhao Yu.

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng chuckled, and suddenly felt a little surprised, but more happy.

Zhao Cheng looked at the message sent by Song Qing on the phone screen, and stretched out his hand to edit it.

"Well, okay? I've already told Yu'er that I'll send him to school when I buy a house. ”

"Okay? It's half past eleven now? You're almost asleep. ”

Although Zhao Cheng also hoped that she would talk to him more, it was indeed not too early to see that it was now.

"Okay? So I slept? Good night. ”

Looking at the message, Zhao Cheng clicked on the dialog box and replied with a word.

"Okay."

After sending the message, the phone went silent and did not ring.

Zhao Cheng turned his head and glanced at the bedroom door? Grab your phone and start setting up WeChat.

After looking at the bald avatar, Zhao Cheng flipped through the album and clicked on the picture to upload.

The photo is a group photo of his son and Song Qing.

After setting up the avatar, Zhao Cheng remarked his nickname.

'My lady. ’

Simple and straightforward? But it represents all his love for her.

After setting up his WeChat one by one, Zhao Cheng turned off his mobile phone, put the mobile phone next to the pillow and lay down again.

It feels good like that now.

Of course, it would be better if I could wake up and see her in my arms every day as before.

This night, the two of them had their own thoughts and slowly fell asleep......

I felt like I was asleep, but in the blink of an eye, it was a new day.

Song Qing didn't know how long he had been asleep, and in a daze, he heard someone calling him in his ear.

"Wake up, get up and get something to eat."

A man's deep and familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Hear a sound? Song opened his eyes in a daze. As soon as I woke up, I saw a person standing next to my bed.

The morning sun shone through the window, shining warmly on him.

Standing next to Song Qing's bed was none other than Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, who had come to modern life.

From Song Qing's current point of view, he only feels that he is very tall and majestic.

Silky short hair, maybe it's because of the wind outside the window? You can also see a few strands of hair floating on the top of his head.

Is he wearing a black shirt today? The unicorn totem embroidered on the neckline of one side of the shirt shines in the sun.

This man is dignified and cold.

Chilly and a little lazy in the sun? At this time, his deep eyes were looking at her with a little tenderness.

Maybe the sunlight was a little dazzling, looking at him, Song Qing unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"What time is it?"

Song Qingyi spoke? Can't help but yawn.

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket and glanced at it.

"Half past eight? I had someone stew you up and eat some of it. ”

Song rubbed his eyes lightly and lay on the bed not wanting to move.

"Okay? I know, I'll get up. Song replied lightly and rubbed his eyes again, then turned over and got up.

Zhao Cheng looked at her abrasive appearance, turned around and walked to the closet, stretched out his hand to open the door, and was about to get her clothes.

"Which one do you want to wear?"

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the underwear hanging in the closet, and he instantly sobered up.

"Wait, let me come."

Song Qing's body was faster than his brain when he spoke, and the person had already jumped to the ground and flashed in front of Zhao Cheng in a few steps.

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her bare feet, walked halfway in silence, picked up her wool slippers and put them at her feet.

"Put it on, it's cool on the ground." After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room with his back to her.

It wasn't until the man left and closed the door for her, and Song Qing's eyes turned back from the door.

Looking down at the slippers at his feet, Song Qing obediently stretched out his feet and put them on.

I have to say that although Zhao Cheng, a man, looks cold and hard, he treats himself really well.

Song smiled faintly and was in a good mood, and began to change clothes.

She was wearing an orange floral dress today, the skirt reached her knees, it looked simple and generous, and it suited her very well.

After Song Qing changed his clothes, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

After Song Qing finished washing, he took a comb and combed his hair that was scattered in the cut hair.

The self in the mirror is very young, she is only twenty-three years old this year, so naturally she is very young.

But at the age of 23, she now has a son who is more than seven years old.

“(; ′????? Am I directly happy to be a mother? "Life is full of accidents and surprises.

She definitely skipped love, got married, got pregnant and gave birth to a child in the cave room, and she just liked to be a mother.

Song unconsciously reached out and touched the two words on his waist.

'Zhao Cheng' touched these two words, and Song Qing couldn't help but murmur, "I didn't expect that I really have a leg with you." ”