C17

"Grandpa, thank you for thinking this way for me, but I still can't agree." You also said it, that branch is the hard work of Yan Ting, I don't think he will agree. "

"This is not something you need to worry about. Rest assured, with Grandfather, there won't be any problems. "

Seeing how the Old Man of the Fu family was so sure that Song Wanqing could no longer refuse. If the Old Master was truly able to convince Fu Yating, this matter might actually be feasible.

"Alright, Grandfather, I'll follow your arrangements. "As long as Yan Ting agrees, I'll head there."

"That's right."

Old Man Fu smiled as he nodded his head.

"I almost forgot. Do you like this study?"

"Huh?" Song Wanqing did not understand.

"Since you are going to work at the Fu family's clothing studio, you will need a study in the future. I know that kid, Yan Ting, very well. He won't let anyone into his study easily. Therefore, this old man will have to make other arrangements. "

"That won't do, this is grandpa's study."

"Silly child, this study room is next to Yan Ting's study room. This old man might not want this position, but you do. "

Every word the old tutor said was all for her sake. Song Wanqing could not bear to refuse this kind of old man.

She had parents and sisters, but they had always regarded her as an outsider. She had always thought she would never have a chance to be warm in her life. But ever since the old tutor had appeared, the old tutor had treated her well, regardless of the consequences. She was repairing her torn heart bit by bit.

She swore to herself that no matter what happened between them in the future, she would definitely treat the Old Master well. In the future, the old man would be her biological grandfather.

After the matter in the study room was settled, the old man asked the servant to take Song Wanqing on a tour around to find out more about the situation of the old residence. As for him, he went to talk to Fu Yating.

Song Wanqing didn't know what the Old Master had told Fu Yating. In short, she had decided on her work in the end. She first went to the costume studio to be a design assistant.

This position was a bit awkward, but it was a good position for Song Shuqing. She could also use this opportunity to learn more about the work of this studio, as well as having access to other areas of knowledge.

Fu Yating went out after talking with the old man. It was already midnight when he returned.

Because he went to work the next day, after understanding the layout of the residence, the old tutor's study was also arranged. And the first thing he did was to prepare a new computer.

Song Wanqing was very grateful to the old man, but her gratitude was meaningless to him. Song Wanqing decided to use her best working condition to repay the old gramps. Of course, as long as there was no job, she would accompany the old man more. An old man of the old man's age would actually prefer to have his family accompany him.

Before going to bed, Song Wanqing decided to take a good bath.

There was a bathroom and bathroom in the bedroom. Song Wanqing had just taken off her clothes in the bathroom when she heard some noise coming from outside.

"Ga la ~ ~"

The door suddenly opened.

Song Wanqing turned around and saw that the person outside the door was screaming.

Outside the door, Fu Zating was slightly taken aback. A strange light flashed in his eyes. And then, his usual cold demeanor returned.

Song Wanqing pulled over a towel to wrap herself up nervously.

Why didn't this person knock on the door before coming in?

"You … You go out first! "

"You'd better know before you call me out that this is my room. So the person who should go out is you. "

"I... I... I am your wife now, and your room is my room. " Song Wanqing choked for a long time before she managed to force out this sentence.

"Oh?" The corners of Fu Yating's lips curled up into a mocking smile. All of a sudden, she stepped over the small steps, causing her to become nervous as she retreated step by step.

"You … What do you want to do? "

"What can I do? "Bath, of course."

"You, you, you, you go out first! You can come in when I'm dressed. "

"That's not up to you."