Chapter 232

Downstairs, song Lezhi squatted in the parking lot.

In Fujin building, there are many large and small, famous and unnamed companies with real leather bags, and there are many similar general managers and presidents.

A man in a suit and shoes saw song Lezhi and immediately walked forward to greet song Lezhi who was looking at Qingyao with the window open: "Minister Song? I thought I recognized the wrong person just now. How could Minister Song come to our back street? It's you who's sure it's you. No one here can afford to drive such a high-end luxury car."

Song Lezhi is in a good mood today. In fact, he doesn't know this man at all, but he still shakes hands with a smile.

"Minister Song, did you give me someone?"

Song Lezhi looked at Qingyao and smiled, "yes, that's my girlfriend. I'll pick her up."

His voice became louder and louder. Qingyao wanted to beat him up on the spot.

The man really looked at Qingyao from top to bottom and smiled, "Minister Song is so lucky. You have to call him the second young grandmother of song?"

Qing Yuan wants to spit blood.

He walked away with a stuffy face.

Song Lezhi dismissed the general manager and started the car to follow him: "Hey, haven't you eaten yet? It's my treat!"

"Yes."

"Then I'll take you home!"

"I have legs myself."

"I'll buy you a drink?"

"I have no story."

"Qingyao!"

Qingyao's face was stiff and turned to stare at him: "what do you want?"

"Now that you're divorced and I don't have a girlfriend, don't you think we're suitable? Are we in love?" Song Lezhi's eyes lit up.

Qingyao jumped angrily like being caught with a small tail: "it's inappropriate. Don't come to me!"

Ma's dead boy, who doesn't open the pot, doesn't mention the pot. She finally buried those things in her heart's grave. He had to run out to uncover it and die!

After yelling, she felt more comfortable at last.

Unexpectedly, song Lezhi smiled: "Yun Qingyao, you will become my girlfriend!"

Qing Yao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and ran away like a fugitive.

"My friend opened a new shop in this street. Let me join in and have a look?"

Along the direction of his fingers, he saw that a new clothing store was indeed opened not far away, and the outside of the store was filled with flower baskets of congratulations.

Originally, Qingyao had to refuse.

But I followed him when I heard what he said.

Because song Yue said: "Qingyao, Cheng nuoyang and Mi Rui are going to give their son his first birthday, so I have to prepare the gifts in advance? So you can choose some gifts with me. Children should also want adults. My mother is not in good health recently. She told me to do this job well and buy more good clothes and jewelry for MI Rui. You said I haven't been in love, so it's not easy to like one I avoid it again and again like a bug. I really can't help it. Just think of your sisters and buy her some good gifts? "

Song Lezhi was embarrassed to refuse when he went to Qingyao. What's more, he gave something to MI Rui. No one in the world knows better than her except her.

Qingyuan thought it was very simple, and the facts proved me wrong in a mess.

After entering the store, song Lezhi greeted the boss warmly. After Qingyao also said congratulations, he went to see the clothes hanging and left after he finished.

"Qing Yao! Let me introduce you."

Qing Yao could not resist the sudden numbness of his scalp. Would he not introduce his girlfriend again?

"This is boss Wang. My friend Yun Qingyao."

Get rid of the female character, Qingyao's mood relaxed instantly and greeted boss Wang generously.

"Qing Yao, go and pick your clothes," Song Lezhi said.

Qingyao cheerfully said, "OK, let me see."

Song Lezhi whispered, "this shop sells women's clothes, buys 100000 clothes, buys some for Mirui, and then shows you some for yourself."

Qingyao shook his head: "I don't need to. Pick some for MI Rui and some for your mother?"

Song Lezhi said with a smile, "my mother can't wear these styles. Just choose the size you and Mi Rui wear."

Qingyao found that the store was full of young people's clothes.

He has handed Qing Yao a suit of clothes and pushed her directly into the fitting room.

I always think something is wrong. Qingyao thinks about it while changing his clothes.

Song Lezhi needs to spend 100000 to buy clothes in the store to hold friends. Because it's women's clothes, she has to help him try on clothes

"Have you tried it on, miss?" the clerk asked outside the fitting room.

Qingyao hasn't figured out this problem yet. When she reminds her that there are many people coming to join in today, it's always bad to occupy the fitting room. She changes her clothes and goes out in a hurry.

"Oh, the second young grandma is so beautiful in this dress!"

This sentence is undoubtedly a blow to the head. Qingyuan burst when he heard these words. There is endless regret. She clearly has nothing to do with him for a dime. How can she follow him into the store just because of his casual words?

Buy a gift for Mirui. She can buy it herself.

And he can find any stylist to help him. He doesn't need to pick it himself.

"I'm not his girlfriend!" Qingyao angrily hummed, spitting out this sentence, and the whole person was comfortable.

"My family has a thin face. Don't joke." Song Lezhi told his friend with a smile.

He's right, but why does Qingyao feel like there's no silver here? And when did she become his family?

Song Lezhi looks at Qingyao with a smile in his eyes. Qingyao finds that his brain is getting more and more useless recently.

She turned back to the fitting room and quickly changed her clothes.

When he came out, song Lezhi had several bags in his hands and talked to boss Wang affectionately.

Seeing Qingyao coming out, he patted boss Wang on the shoulder to leave.

"I'm home." Qingyao also said goodbye.

Song Lezhi smiled and said, "I'll take you back."

"No, take the subway for a few minutes."

"I'm fine anyway. I'll walk back with you."

"No!"

"I'll take you to the subway entrance. When you get into the subway, I'll come back and pick up my car."

Qingyuan kicked him with his feet.

As soon as he put aside his power, he still smiled.

Qingyao looked at him smiling brightly under the street lamp. Somehow, he finally acquiesced in his follow-up.

It's not long, but it's not short. It's a long walk.

On both sides of the road, there are all kinds of boutique clothing stores, leather goods stores and handicraft stores.

Song Lezhi is really fine. Every time he passes a store he knows, he will go in and have a look, pull Qingyao in, and then introduce him to the people in the store every time, "this is my friend Qingyao."

All he entered were familiar shops, and everyone inside knew him.

Those people looked at Qingyuan with a rather ambiguous look without accident.

He then pulled her into a leather bag shop. Qingyao couldn't go in. When he wanted to go in, she said, "go around by yourself. I'll go first."

Qingyao looked at him and said hello to many brand stores. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "do you know them all?"

Song Lezhi smiled: "don't know how to say hello?"

Qingyao hummed: "do you like to shop around like this and pick your own clothes like a woman?"

If so, it's really unfair. She saw him for the first time and regarded him as a mother.

Song Lezhi suddenly approached her: "You don't think I'm like a woman, so I don't accept me all the time? I tell you, I never go shopping. It's all custom clothes. My mother is responsible for it and looks for industry designers to cut it. It's no use for me to visit. I'm all for you today. Some of these stores are opened by friends, some are friends of friends, and some have business contacts." He explained it so carefully.

Qingyao smiled: "business contacts? These are women's stores. Your business is women?"

He smiled: "yes, it's all women."

"Guess you're so promising."

"You care about me talking about women's business. Are you jealous?"

"Cut!"

Soon to the subway station, song Lezhi reluctantly said, "why don't I pick up the car and take you downstairs?"

"No!" she didn't want him to know where he lived.

He stopped her: "Qingyao, are we friends?"

Qing Yuan thought and nodded perfunctorily.

I didn't know this nod was taken.

Song Lezhi said with a smile, "are you free at the weekend? Do you have a friend to go racing?"

"No time, overtime." no time.

He smiled more happily: "let's go to the club for a round and send you to the martial arts school to work overtime. How about? Or after you work overtime, let's go to the night game?"

Qingyao is a little excited.

The boy basically knows her hobbies.

He continued to lobby: "my newly installed car from Germany will arrive tomorrow. I can borrow you to test it on Sunday."

Qingyao's heart is more like a bug scratching. It is said that she is really moldy recently. She is depressed like an old woman all day.

She finally nodded.

Song Lezhi was overjoyed and handed her his pocket: "I took Mi Rui's. These are yours."

"I won't accept it." Qing Yuan didn't want to, so he refused immediately!

"I've bought them all anyway. They're all your sizes. It's a waste not to wear them. The girls I know are not as thin as you. Don't look out if they are all friends." he said naturally.

Qingyao smiled: "then throw it away."

Song Lezhi was stunned. Without forcing me to accept it, he said goodbye and left with his pocket.

Lying on the bed of the rental house, Qingyao thought of this problem again. Isn't he determined not to see him again? Song Lezhi is too sticky. She can't go on weekends, absolutely not!

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On Sunday, Qingyao remembered that song Lezhi said he would pick her up at the martial arts school.

She simply won't go to the martial arts school.

There was nothing to work overtime. Just over half a month after the new year, people were just talking about their work and study. They were busy and didn't have much time to pay attention to the martial arts school and exercise.

Without an alarm clock, I slept until 9 a.m.

The warm spring breeze blew the light blue cloth window curtain.

Qingyao was awakened by the noise downstairs.

The old house is cheap, and the facilities in other related aspects are much worse.

Qingyao rubbed his eyes, got up, opened the curtains and looked down.

His eyes suddenly widened.

In the heart of a big red rose surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors, the words Yun Qingyao I love you are clearly written.