The tone is light, and the reaction is light.

Song Wanyue snorted dissatisfiedly in her heart, and told him that it was carefully selected, but she didn't react at all.

Although it was a gift that swiped his card to buy him.

But it was also a card that she swiped herself, which was sincere enough.

However, if you are in a good mood today, you should be generous and not care about him in general.

She sends the photo to Shizuka and shares her loot of the day.

Shizuka saw the chest bracelet at a glance.

Several thin silver chains, from the neck down, wrapped around the chest.

There is no concealment, and it can only play an aesthetic effect.

It can usually be worn with a suspender belt or a bandeau dress.

Of course, it can also be worn directly inside to add some kind of husband and wife interest.

[Shizuka: This is too sexy, remember to let me see the renderings when the time comes.] 】

[Wanwan can't finish eating: That's not good, it's becoming a spread of obscenity-obscenity-pornography. 】

Soon, she sent a voice message.

Song Wanyue clicked on it and put it to her ear, but she didn't expect that she had forgotten to change it to an earpiece.

Shizuka's heart-wrenching accusation sounded in the car.

"You have changed, now you only show Duan Baiting one person all the good things!"

Fortunately, there was nothing that should not be said.

Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a bit of a traffic jam at this point, and it's basically a few minutes to get a little bit ahead.

Duan Baiting asked casually: "What good things?" ”

Song Wanyue mysteriously sold Guan Zi: "I can't say it yet, but when the time comes, you will open your eyes." ”

She was typing, ready to reply to Shizuka.

The next second, another message came.

- By the way, Zhou Wenyang has come to Beicheng.

Chapter 38

Song Wanyue still remembered Zhou Wenyang's revenge for not replying to her news, and he didn't contact her when he returned to Shanghai.

It is even more a new hatred and an old hatred.

Arrogantly typed down four words.

- None of my business.

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The car drove home, and Aunt Qin was counting the goods.

Freshly brought seafood, freshly caught from the sea.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and although there are few people at home, the New Year's goods still need to be prepared.

Song Wanyue saw a living abalone for the first time, felt fresh, squatted on the ground and stretched out her hand to poke it.

In the end, I was scared away by the sticky fishy smell.

Xiaohuan talked about her going to Shanghai to watch a concert during the Chinese New Year, and she was struggling with where to live.

I heard that the house price over there is expensive, even if it is a hotel for a night, it is a few hundred.

Not to mention the B&B, the price of a good location is expensive, and the location is poor and unsafe.

Song Wanyue dispelled all her worries lightly: "Go to my house to live." ”

Xiaohuan's eyes lit up, and he felt that it was not very good: "I still don't bother." ”

"What's there to bother with."

Song Wanyue changed her shoes and took off her clothes again, leaving only a sweater inside.

I have just touched the abalone and washed it several times, and I always feel that the fishy smell lasts for a long time.

"If you're afraid of being disturbed, you can live in a separate apartment."

"Huh?" Xiaohuan was shocked by her wealth, "Live alone? ”

Song Wanyue wiped her hands and came out: "I have a lot of houses, and I have them in every lot. You see where it's close, and when the time comes, just go straight there. ”

She thought the clothes were too thick and changed into a cashmere knit sweater.

The long hair was also casually pulled up, and there were some short pieces of fluff left on the forehead and around the ears.

The whole face is bright and delicate, with smooth lines, even without makeup, people can't take their eyes off it.

Xiaohuan was grateful in her heart, praising her for her beauty and good heart.

At the same time, I don't forget to pray to God that she will live like this in the next life.

Song Wanyue didn't eat much in the afternoon. Her stomach is hard to serve, it's hot, she has no appetite, and when it's cold, she has no appetite.

Shizuka pulled a group, and the group name was very old-fashioned.

- A friend, a friend for life.

The moment Song Wanyue saw it, she wanted to withdraw from the group on the spot.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: What kind of old-fashioned group name has lowered Miss Ben's grade. 】

Patronized to see the group name, I didn't notice who was in the group.

Someone immediately rushed out.

[Song Cong: Yo, isn't this Sister Wanyue, who has been in the imperial capital for a few years, and the grade is so high. 】

Seeing this name, Song Wanyue's brows furrowed even deeper.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: What kind of garbage recycling station is this, pulled me in by mistake. 】

[Song Cong: It seems that not only has the grade become higher, but the ability to ridicule people has also increased. 】

[Wanwan can't finish eating: You have also made a lot of progress, and you have secretly developed the cerebellum behind my back, and you have learned to type. 】

Shizuka saw that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly came out to play the round.

[Shizuka: As soon as we meet, I fight, Song Cong, are you such a bully? 】

Song Cong was happy.

[Song Cong: Who bullied whom. 】

Although Song Wanyue and Song Cong are both surnamed Song, the only relationship between them is several generations.

That little bit of kinship has been diluted away early.

Song Wanyue didn't want to see him since she was a child, and when she saw it, she was like a proud little peacock, raising her neck and not looking at people.

Shizuka chatted with Song Wanyue privately and asked her not to always target him.

Their grievances have been around for a long time, and Song Wanyue's rival from childhood to adulthood happens to be Song Cong's goddess.

One year, when the class was running for the literary and art committee, Song Cong actually relied on his father to be the school director and opened the back door for the girl.

Song Wanyue, who originally sat firmly on the throne of the Literary and Art Committee according to the number of votes, was pressed by her for a whole semester because of this incident.

The grievances between the two small groups are getting deeper and deeper.

That incident did make people angry, but Shizuka didn't expect Song Wanyue to remember it for so long.

Shizuka: "I mainly think it's rare to get together for a while, and I don't know when I'll have the opportunity next time." As soon as the year is over, Zhou Wenyang will return to the army again. ”

As soon as Song Wanyue heard her words, she sat up from the bed: "Zhou Wenyang is also in the group?" ”

Shizuka nodded: "Yes, didn't I tell you that he came to the imperial capital." This time the troops were on vacation, and he was put on leave for a month. ”

Song Wanyue remembered that his grandmother's house seemed to be in Beicheng.

Strange to say, this person ignored her for some reason. Now that she is in Beicheng, even Shizuka knows before her.

This feeling of being isolated made Princess Song, who had received a lot of attention from the stars, very unhappy.

She silently added to the grudge book in her heart.

It was dark outside the window.

A glance at the time, it was only eight o'clock.

Aunt Qin was still in the kitchen watching the cooks clean up the seafood that had been delivered today.

The house is quite lively.

Song Wanyue originally wanted to go down and take a look, but as she walked, she walked to Duan Baiting's study.

She didn't dare to disturb him, and cautiously pushed open the door of the study.

Seeing him supporting his forehead with one hand, he quietly listened to the work report of the man on the other side of the computer.

A frown on his face was a sign of displeasure, and the occasional tap on the bridge of his nose showed that he had no patience.

"Alright." He finally interrupted, with a slight chill in his flat tone, "Change it all and give it to me in a week." ”

I don't know why, in the face of such an unkind Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue gave birth to the illusion that she was still acting as a social animal in the company.

Subconsciously stopped, and stood there a little cramped.

It seemed as if he would call himself in the next second, picking and choosing the contract she had prepared.

At the end of the call, Duan Baiting took off his glasses, sat on the back of his chair, and saw Song Wanyue standing by the door with a nervous face.