The Villain’s Mother

The two were tempered on the sofa for a while, and it was almost eight o'clock when they finally reacted and were hungry and needed supplemental nutrition.

The hair of Xia Xia was messy. She quickly got up and didn't dare to go to see Song Tingshen. She went to the bathroom to sort out her hair and clothes. When she came out again, she had already recovered the calm look of Song Ting.

With him for a long time, her expression is more and more like him.

Song Tingshen has already had a good meal. At this time, no one has the energy to prepare a fresh dinner. With the leftovers at noon, both of them can eat very fragrant.

Because I didn't have to go bankrupt, Xia Xia's mood was wide open and relaxed, but she still said with Song Ting: "I have sorted out the property under my name this time, really scared me, I put some packages that I can't use. I also sold it with jewelry. Now I have a lot of deposits on my hands. This time I was going to find a job after the start of the year. Now I have changed my mind."

Song Tingshen still has some shadows on the summer to go to the interview to find a job, although this year's avatar Qin Yu this kind of man who is so big in chasing women has very few, but when it comes to one, it is enough to make people feel good. Long time.

"What do you want to do?" Song Ting asked.

He Xia Chong squinted at him. "I want to open a cake shop. Of course, I don’t just sell cakes. I also sell drinks and do the kind of net shop that is suitable for taking pictures. I just have money on hand. I think opening a shop should be No problem, I have this idea very early, just..." She coughed a little, "I thought the family was going bankrupt, and I dared to spend money on the store. Although I don't have to go bankrupt now. But I still want to find something for myself. What do you think?"

“Yes, but I suggest that you take a month or two to do market research before opening the store.” Song Tingshen provides his own entrepreneurial experience. “You also have to choose a good place to open a store. Of course, the most important thing is that you have to Find out the location of this store."

If you take the route of the people, it is most suitable to open the bustling snack street. The decoration of the shop is not unique. After all, if the input cost is too high, it is not worthwhile to take the route of the people. It will not be profitable in the short term. The state of not losing money is very good.

阮 Summer humbly accepts opinions from Daxie, "Well, I know."

Song Ting thought deeply. "We have a row of shops downstairs in our company. You can check it out. The location is good. There are also many companies in the vicinity, not far from the subway."

"I want to open the store near your company, then I can go to your company at any time." He Xia teased him. "Then you don't have to worry about your sister every day? This is not worth it."

"You made a lot of sense." Song Tingshen was really a serious nod, very much agree with what she said.

阮 summer gas knot, "Hey!"

Although it is impossible to know that Song Tingshen has such a situation, but listening to him said that Xia Xia is still inevitably fried.

"I am still saying that I am dealing with you and I have nothing to do with my skills, let alone doing the difficult movements of lameness." Song Ting looked at her deeply. "So far, there have been no messy people around me. However, there are many pursuers, one is stronger than one."

Xia Xia: ...she is really a pot that does not open which pot, why do you have to mention this kind of thing?

Moreover, it is not her pursuer at all, it is the peach of the original master.

Before Song Tingshen had been sulking, she thought that he did not care, and now all the dust settled, it seems that he has the meaning of accounting after the fall.

Xia Xia Baba smiled twice. "This chicken is better than noon."

Song Tingshen: "Don't try to transfer the topic. It's very blunt. I don't buy it."

"Whether it is Duan Chi or Qin Yu, I have not taken care of them." Xia Xia defended himself. "I didn't take the initiative to provoke them. It was their own. I can't blame anyone." Come on, do you say that? Is this like a robber to rob a bank, is it too much to blame the bank? This logic is wrong, so you can't blame me or say me."

"I didn't blame you." Song Ting deeply said, "I just think that I should be more worried than you are that my wife is being jealous. At least from the big data point of view, the people who marry you are far more than the people who are jealous of me. More, isn't it?"

Xia Xi touched his chin. "You make a lot of sense. I am really young and beautiful."

Like this, she only said in front of Song Tingshen, in fact, her feelings are only the high value of the original main character...

Song Tingshen: "...can you reduce the number of times you see your own pins?"

Xia Xia smiled and shook his head. "No."

The original body of the body is somewhat cold, even if the room is equipped with a constant temperature air conditioner, and the summer squat into the quilt, still feel that the feet are a little cold, today Wang Tsai is not, Song Tingshen very confidently holding his pillow to come and stay overnight.

Song Ting has a very cute habit. He doesn't recognize the bed, but he recognizes the pillow.

He just lay down on the bed and covered the quilt, and he put his cool feet on his stomach.

"This is the equivalent exchange to come and stay." She also has a very own set of arguments.

Song Tingsin was helpless, reaching out and holding her feet to help her warm up.

Such a night, such an atmosphere, if you don't do anything, you always feel sorry for Wangchao in your home.

After all, this kid is rarely a mess at home.

A lonely man and a widowed woman, living together in one room, the aunt is not there, and the Wangzi is not there. It is simply a good time.

On the other hand, Wang Biao, who is in the family's home, saw that he had to call the summer phone and was stopped by his aunt. "Isn't you calling your mother in the afternoon?"

Wang Zi sleeps on the big bed and says, "I want to say good night to my mother. We have to say it every day."

My aunt thought about it and said in a negotiating tone: "Is it free today?"

Wang Zi asked inexplicably: "Why!"

"There are Wang Zi in the family, and there may be a little girl." The aunt smiled and gave the grandson a good quilt. "I will say good morning to my mother tomorrow morning."

***

As the year is getting closer, major companies are preparing for the annual meeting, and Song is no exception.

The manager of the personnel department also specially went to the office of Song Tingshen to ask him. Although he did not say it clearly, he also wanted to ask if Mrs. Song would attend. If there is a proprietress, they will naturally make it in the process and arrangement. The corresponding changes, I am afraid that the boss will not come, and the result of the boss's arrival, then the time will certainly be in a hurry, so the personnel manager almost every year will be hard to smack with Song Ting.

Song Tingshen just saw the sticky note posted on the desk, from the hand of Xia Xia, he did not like to drink water, now see the sticky notes she left, I will always drink a few cups a day, then take a cup and take a sip Water, said: "My wife will come on the day of the annual meeting, but I don't have to prepare anything. Just leave the position next to me empty."

People who never appeared at the annual meeting suddenly appeared this year. The personnel of the personnel department stunned. They couldn’t help but be too smart. Fortunately, they came over and asked, otherwise, what should I do if I slow down the boss?

This year is a special year for Song, because Song has passed the crisis and is about to reach another peak.

For Song Tingshen, it is even more.

Of course, he has to share this with Xia Xia. After returning home, he said this to Xia Xia. "Next Friday, you will go with me."

I didn’t think about this in the summer, she was doing market research recently, and she was so busy every day that she suddenly heard him say that she would take her to the annual meeting, and she was also stunned for a while.

Song Ting sighed at her and whispered: "You don't want to go?"

When he noticed that his tone was dangerous, he quickly shook his head. "No, no, it’s a little surprised. Haven’t you been there before?"

Song Ting deeply explored her long hair. "This year is different. I have already told people about it and you will attend."

This means that if she does not attend at the time, he will have no face?

I have been to Song Dynasty more than once in summer, but this is the first time.

Her first reaction was to open Song Ting's hand, ran into the cloakroom, stood on the scales, took a deep breath, waiting for the ruthless female voice to report the weight, as well as the body fat rate.

Winter is the season that is the easiest to grow meat. The colder the weather, the better the appetite of the person. The more she wants to eat and warm herself, she is no exception. She is in the hot pot every day.

Because of this, she has been evading weighing for half a month.

As long as she doesn't call, her weight has not changed, she thinks so.

Song Ting Shen followed her into the cloakroom.

What I saw was a face that was crying and tearless, and had no love to face. She was kneeling beside the weight scale. "It took two pounds, only half a month!"

Song Ting deep comforted her. "You are still very thin and very thin. You don't feel any flesh when you hold it. It's good to be meaty and comfortable."

Xia Xia roared at him. "Because you have to be comfortable, I have to grow meat?! What logic, don't think about it, I want to wear beautiful clothes, I want to show up in front of all the employees in your company!"

"Are you already showing your face?"

"That's not the same!" Xia Xia decided. "There is still another week. From tomorrow, I will lose weight and return to my original weight."

Song Ting deep regrets, and it is hard to grow two pounds of meat. She said that she abandoned it and abandoned it. She did not consider the feeling of meat and did not consider his feelings.