That night, Song Yuqiao worked overtime until seven o'clock before leaving the company and received a call from her sister Song Shuying.

  "Hello. Where are you now?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "I just got off work. Do you want me to buy something and bring it to you?"

  "Wait for me at your company's entrance, I'm on my way now. Tonight, my sister will take you to a restaurant to have a good meal."

  "Not..."

  The phone was hung up.

  Song Yuqiao shook her head helplessly.

  In fact, the last time Han Jinyu had the chef make that table of dishes, it was already considered good. Is this time's so-called "good" going to require ginseng and deer antler to be served? She is now exhausted all over. Just wanting to go back home and collapse onto the bed and never get up again.

  However, since her sister had said she would come find her, she stood at the company entrance waiting.

  Dai Lina walked out of the company building and asked: "Waiting for someone?"

  "Uh, my sister is coming to pick me up."

  Dai Lin Ka raised an eyebrow: "Your sister has also come to C City?"

  Song Shuying and Dai Lina had met three years ago when Song Yuqiao came to apply for a job at Qianyu.

  "Uh-huh." Song Yuqiao saw that the car coming to pick up Dailin Card had arrived. Smiling, "Dai sister, slow down."

  ………………

  Song Shuying changed into a looser-fitting outfit, and with her naturally petite frame, the loose black clothes made it less obvious that she was pregnant.

  Han Jinyu leaned against the door and watched Song Shuying change her clothes, saying: "You don't look good in black."

  "I just want to look bad, how about you, dressing so luxuriously to attract bees and butterflies?" Song Shuying snorted, "I'm going to see my sister."

  Song Shuying changed into a new set of clothes, re-checked her bag to make sure she had money and her phone, and was about to head out when Han Jinyu, who was leaning against the bedroom door frame, blocked almost the entire doorway.

  "Hey, let him go."

  Han Jinyu didn't react.

  Song Shuying directly stretched out her hand to push him: "Your wife will be here soon, are you kidding me? Hurry up and let go!"

  Han Jin Yu slightly shifted his body, Song Shuying walked past him, but was suddenly pulled by his hand and leaned into his arms.

  His arms were very powerful, pinning Song Shuying's arms in front of her body, almost unable to move.

  "Are you done yet?" Song Shuying glared with her beautiful eyes, slightly tilting her head back, but could only see Han Jinyu's chin.

  Han Jin Yu didn't let go and said: "I only have you."

  Song Shuying was pressed against Han Jinyu's chest, and she could hear the slight vibration of his thoracic cavity. For a moment, she was really bewildered.

  How can a woman resist the romantic words of such a charming man?

  However, Song Shuying has never been the kind of sentimental person. Since she was 14 years old, she learned not only to use her heart to see things but also to think with her brain because using only her heart would make it too easy for her to be bewildered. She needs to guard her own heart.

  Song Shuying smiled with a tilted head: "It's my honor."

  Han Jinyu looked at her for a while, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead before releasing his arms. Watching Song Shuying leave the door, Han Jinyu said to his bodyguard: "Take good care of her."

  But in just over ten minutes, the doorbell rang.

  Outside the door, a soft voice called out: "Yu Qiao, are you home? It's your aunt."

  The door opened from inside, and when Song Jierou saw that the figure standing in the backlight was a man, she widened her mouth in surprise, "Han Jinyu?"

  "Come on in and take a seat?"

  "Do you think I dare not?" Song Jie sneered coldly and walked directly into the house.

  Since she came once, she must take the camera no matter who is inside.

  "Are you here to give my big niece a blessing for her pregnancy and also visit my little niece? " Song Jierou walked into the room, looked around first, then sat down on the sofa. "You're not afraid that your father-in-law will find out."

  Han Jinyu sneered: "What have you ever seen me afraid of?"

  Song Jierou just smiled and they both understood each other, no need to spell it out.

  Three years ago, in S city, there was a gang fire fight. Song Shuying stayed in the villa on the outskirts and was suddenly attacked by another group of people. Han Jinyu rushed over through the hail of bullets, as a result, the bullet directly pierced the position three inches above his heart, almost dying on the spot.

  "Isn't there even a drink to offer? It's really been too long since I spent time with my niece, this kind of hospitality." Song Jieyu raised her leg.

  Han Jinyu didn't mind either, turned around and walked into the kitchen, asking: "Coffee, tea or juice?"

  "Coffee!" Song Jieyu looked at Han Jinyu's figure disappearing behind the refrigerator, and hastily bent down to find the camera stuck under the tea table, but how could it be gone? She clearly remembered that on that night, she had taken advantage of Song Yuqiao's inattention to stick the camera in this position.

  A crisp "ding" sound, Song Jieyu slightly raised her eyes, and on the glass tea table, a piece of metal had fallen.

  Han Jinyu said: "Looking for this?"

  When Song Jieyu heard Han Jin's expressionless words, her back suddenly broke out in cold sweat. She had been discovered, and it was by this iron-faced Yan Wang.

  Han Jinyu walked out with two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Song Jierou and holding the other in his hand. He lowered his head to gaze at Song Jierou: "I once warned you not to have those absurd thoughts, do you want to die now?"

  Song Jieyou's face turned pale and she couldn't speak anymore.

  Han Jinyu said coldly: "Lift your head up."

  Song Jierou's fingernails dug into her palm, and she slowly lifted her head, but was met with a cup of warm coffee splashing directly onto her face, instantly blurring her vision.

  Thick coffee dripped down from her hair onto her collar, sticking to it, and pattered onto the milky white floor tiles.

  Song Jie's shoulders trembled slightly, and her hands lost all their strength, as if all the energy in her body had been drained away in an instant.

  She had never seen Han Jinyu's bottom line, so she didn't know at all what actions she was taking now would provoke him.

  "Wipe up the coffee spill on the floor and get out."

  Song Jieyou hastily knelt down on the ground and used her sleeve to wipe away the brown coffee stain.

  Han Jinyu's leather shoes stepped on her sleeve, "Lick it clean."

  Song Jie's back stiffened for a moment, and she raised her head to say viciously: "Han Jinyu, what if I refuse?! Can you kill me?!"

  Han Jin Yu's eyes were like the sharp icicles on a pine tree in the cold winter, "You can try to see, anyway, the title of a wife who is only in name but not in reality, you didn't want it early on either."

  Song Jierou's pupils suddenly enlarged: "You dare... killing someone will cost you your life!" The ground was low and desolate.

  This time, Han Jinyu didn't say a word or make a move. He simply took two steps back and suddenly the two black-clad bodyguards standing behind him stepped forward, positioning themselves in front of Song Jierou.

  Song Jierou knew that as long as these two people lifted their feet, she would directly be kicked out of the two teeth in her mouth.

  Song Jieyu walked out of the house in a daze, with sticky coffee all over her hair. She went to the public washroom in the neighborhood to rinse her mouth and tidy herself up. In the mirror, her complexion was unusually pale, deathly pale without any blood color.

  Just now, she didn't know what Han Jinyu would do to her if she didn't follow his words, but she didn't dare to take the risk.

  She now wants to rely on, but also just the nominal wife of Han Jinyu, which is to say that Song Jierou is still useful to him. If one day she becomes useless to Han Jinyu, who knows what will happen next.

  She wiped her hair with a paper towel, crumpled it up in anger and slammed it to the ground, frantically sweeping down the soap dispenser on the public sink, shattering the glass into pieces all over the floor, greenish liquid soap spilled out, making a mess.

  Those who have hurt her and her daughter will not be let off one by one!

  ………………

  These two days, Song Yuqiao was really busy to the point of having no time to spare, because the main designer Anna took a temporary leave, and the advertising planning for this selection topic fell entirely on her own head.

  Zhou Haitang was originally going to leave at the end of this month, but now he is also busy with Song Yuqiao and doesn't even have time to drink water, his mouth is all worn out.

  "Damn it," Zhou Haitang suddenly cursed, "now in this company so hard, the result of creating performance until Shengshi's side basically all zero, really don't want to leave."

  Song Yuqiao had just hung up the phone after ordering takeout and said, "Then don't go, now the company has new employee benefits, right? If we renew our contract, we can get a lot of bonuses."

  "Are you sure that if I don't leave, Ye Zenan won't hold a grudge?"

  Song Yuqiao's hand paused while organizing materials.

  Will you bear a grudge?

  In Song Yuqiao's impression, Ye Zenan has always been a relatively tolerant and warm person, but in the three years since their marriage, she has become increasingly unable to understand this man, who has turned into a narrow-minded and vengeful person.

  Zhou Haitang touched Song Yuqiao's arm: "I'm asking you."

  Song Yuqiao bound the materials in his hand and said, "That's a private matter between him and me, and you have nothing to do with it. If he alienates you because of this thing, you can completely report it online."

  "Why don't you report what happened between you and Ye Zenan online?" Zhou Haitang asked, not even closing her mouth, but seeing Song Yuqiao's face change, she covered her mouth and said, "I was wrong."

  Who would want to make this family's ugly business public and become a laughing stock for everyone after dinner?

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao asked Dai Lina several times to reassign a chief designer, but Dai Lina said that the design personnel were tight and two people were following another important planning case.

  "Yao Qiao, you've also seen many big and small advertising ideas. In the company, I intentionally let you follow several bigger clients. Now that you're independent, there shouldn't be any problem. Do whatever you think is right, go ahead and think freely."

  Song Yuqiao was going crazy in her heart, but she still suppressed the turmoil inside and said: "Dai sister, this time we are facing..."

  "It's just an ordinary selection activity, needs a bit of star effect, don't worry about your ability," Dailin said, "This time, I'm confident that the first draft can be selected, after passing the first draft, I'll apply to have the designer from headquarters come over, once the decision is made, there's no way to change it, you go and do it as soon as possible."

  Every time Dailinca spoke in this tone, Song Yuqiao wanted to walk over and pull a pen out of the pen holder on her desk and stuff it into her mouth.

  But also just thinking about it, using this very funny picture to dispel a little psychological gloom.

  It is said that one level higher in official rank can crush a person, and this is exactly what it means.

  Before getting off work in the evening, Song Yuqiao received a call from Dai Lina: "I just contacted Jia Ge's high-level officials to ask about their requirements for advertising planning. They said they need to have a face-to-face meeting. Get ready and come with me to attend a dinner party."

  "Didn't we already discuss this at the last meeting?" Song Yuqiao found it a bit strange, "I still have a detailed version lying in my email."

  Dai Lina said: "Since it's Jia Ge's people who mentioned it, are we going to refuse such a good opportunity? Hurry up and get ready, I'll give you half an hour."

  Half an hour...

  This time is a bit long, she's not going on a blind date or anything.

  However, when Song Yuqiao went to the bathroom to wash her face, she realized that Dai Lina's half-hour was actually an emergency.

  After a whole day in front of the computer, her face was full of oil, her hair was messy and disheveled like a lion's mane, and there was a big coffee stain on her pink blouse. She really needed to tidy herself up.

  This mental activity is really exhausting.

  Song Yuqiao quickly washed her face with facial cleanser, applied a light makeup, and changed into another clean professional suit from her closet. She thought everything was ready, but when she sat down on the chair, she found that her stockings were snagged.

  Dai Lina's phone came again: "The car has arrived, come down now."

  Song Yuqiao held the phone and said "okay" while directly taking off her stockings, revealing two slender beautiful legs.

  Let's just leave it at that, hopefully the higher-ups at Jager don't have some kind of weird requirement for female employees to wear stockings. She remembered a colleague who used to work at another firm where the boss had this perverted requirement and even specified that they had to be black stockings. Just walking around the office building made her feel like the male boss was wearing "colored" glasses.

  ………………

  The dinner party was set in an ancient mansion, which was the residence of a prince during the late Qing dynasty. At the entrance, there was an old-fashioned horse-drawn carriage tied to a stone lion.

  As soon as they entered, a little maid carrying a white beauty lantern came over, and Song Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, it really looked like the kind of scene you see on TV.

  The little maid curtsied slightly and said, "Please follow me, both of you."

  Song Yuqiao followed behind Dai Lincard, walking into the courtyard. As it was already late in the evening, the night air was a bit thick, and on the veranda above, several paper lanterns had been lit. Walking along the arched bridge, she was greeted by the fragrance of flowers wafting through the air. The water surface was filled with blooming lotus flowers, and many small citronella candles floated on the lake's surface. A dark expanse of water sparkled with a thousand points of light, reflecting the shadows of the lanterns and the ripples on the water. Song Yuqiao couldn't help but sigh in admiration, thinking that if this place were accompanied by the sound of traditional Chinese instruments, she would almost believe she had traveled back to ancient times.

  As I walked forward, I indeed saw a woman wearing an ancient silk skirt in a pavilion not far away. One hand was holding a pipa, and the other was sitting and playing a guqin. Outside the pavilion, there was a layer of thin gauze floating with the wind.

  Even Dailin Card felt a sense of emotion and gestured with her hand, "You can't come to this kind of place without bringing this amount of money."

  Song Yuqiao found it somewhat strange: "Take the package?"

  Dai Lin Ka said: "You can go online and search, people who come here are all booked three months in advance, then according to the order, only one table of guests is received every day, everyone in the entire garden is serving this table of guests, as long as you can say it out loud, they can get it done for you."

  Song Yu Qiao was silent for a moment.

  It was said that several high-level executives of Jia Ge were all young masters from large families in City C, and when they entered Jia Ge, who didn't have a net worth of over 100 million. Now, with such a small advertising company being so generous, it's really not to be underestimated, making her sweat a bit.

  Turning from the corridor, they entered a courtyard where flowers cast sparse shadows. The little servant girl who had been leading the way stopped and said, "Please, both of you."

  As I entered the main hall, a woman beside me drew back the curtain and made a welcoming gesture.

  Having a meal, it's like walking in a maze. Song Yuqiao couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  The first thing that caught his eye in the private room was a large Huili marble table, on which were placed a pen wash, an inkstone and Xuan paper.

  Song Yuqiao glanced at the words on the rice paper, which was in Yan style. She had learned calligraphy with a teacher for a while when she was young and her favorite thing to imitate was Yan Zhenqing's characters. Her calligraphy teacher often praised her for having talent.

  In front of it was a screen of an ancient smoky rain pavilion, and after passing the screen, there was a carved purple sandalwood round table. At this moment, several people were already seated at the table. Song Yuqiao gathered the responsible persons of the advertising companies that had bid for the project in his mind and whispered to Dai Lina: "On the left is Fu Tian Shun, the creative director of Qixing, and on the right is Zhang Qi, the head of Ruitian Advertising Company..."

  Dai Lin nodded and shook hands with each of the advertising company representatives present, then took her seat.

  Song Yuqiao stood behind Dai Lina and counted the chairs. In that case, there should be three high-level people on Jia Ge's side?

  She felt it was unnecessary for her to stand here, so she said to Dailin Card: "I'm going to the restroom."

  Dai Lin Ka slightly turned her face: "Uh-huh."

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng slowed down his footsteps slightly as he caught sight of a figure in the distance while walking through the corridor.

  "You go in first."

  Lu Jingzhong followed Pei Si Cheng's gaze and took a look. As soon as he saw Song Yuqiao, he understood and nodded slightly.

  However, Pei Youbai had never seen Song Yuqiao before. Now the sky was dark and it was hard to see what the woman on the other side was wearing or what she looked like. He said: "I'll go with you to take a look."

  Lei Bei, who had been quietly following behind him, suddenly looked at Pei Lao Da with reverence.

  Only Old Man Pei would dare to say such a thing, if he said it out loud, he'd definitely be slapped in the face. Who dares to look? Looking for trouble?! Absolutely without hesitation, maybe they'll even send him directly to the Middle East to dig for oil.

  But now it's dark, even if Pei Youbai stood in front of Song Yuqiao, he might not be able to see what she looked like. So he simply said: "I'll go in first, you hurry up and bring her in for dinner."

  "Mm." Pei Si nodded in agreement.

  "Also next month is great aunt's 70th birthday, prepare gifts as soon as possible."

  "Big brother, when did you become so nagging," Pei Si Cheng had already taken a step forward, "I'll notify you at that time."

  Pei Yunbai: "......"

  By the lake, there was a white jade railing. Pei Su Cheng stopped in his tracks when he was less than five meters away from Song Yu Qiao and leaned against the stone railing, looking at Song Yu Qiao sideways.

  In fact, Song Yuqiao's profile is very beautiful, the outline of her face is smooth and pretty, it belongs to that kind of good-looking, the more you look at it, the more you feel its charm.

  At this time, Song Yuqiao was standing at the lower mouth of the lake, where the terrain was slightly flatter and there was no railing, a blind spot.

  She was slightly lowering her head to look at the water in the lake, motionless, close enough to the surface that if someone didn't know better, they would think she wanted to jump into the lake and end it all.

  Pei Si took another step closer, but Song Yuqiao still didn't notice.

  When he walked to Song Yuqiao's back, he found that her gaze was staring at a small tangerine lamp floating randomly on the lake surface. The flickering small tangerine lamp was slowly approaching the shore with the gentle breeze.

  Song Yuqiao suddenly crouched down, because she was wearing a professional suit with a one-step skirt, which wasn't very convenient. She bent down, one hand supporting the step on the ground, and the other hand reaching into the water to try to scoop up the small tangerine lamp that had floated over. Suddenly, she felt a black shadow covering her from behind. Her hand paused, just as she was about to turn around, someone blew a breath of air behind her ear, and a slightly low and hoarse voice drifted into her ear.

  Paisu deliberately lowered his voice and said, "There's a water monster coming up."

  "Ah!"

  Song Yu jumped in fright, and directly called out. Before she could steady herself, she fell forward, but Pei Si Cheng quickly wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.

  However, because the ground was slippery here, Pei Sicheng could originally stand firm, but there was an additional Song Yuqiao...

  With two splashes, both people fell into the water one after another.

  Song Yuqiao couldn't swim, and now that she had fallen into the water, she was relying on her instincts to struggle, but her body still couldn't stop sinking. A kind of inexplicable darkness and boundless fear suddenly swept over her, the icy lake water making her feel as if she were wrapped in an ice cave. She felt like the air in her lungs would soon be insufficient...

  Just then, a pair of hands firmly wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, their lips touching as one breath was transferred over.

  When a person is in extreme danger, they will really grasp the last straw to save their life, this is human instinct.

  Song Yuqiao had already clung to Pei Sheng like an octopus, and if Pei Sheng hadn't deliberately pried open her two hands, he probably wouldn't have had the extra energy to bring her up.

  Resurfacing, breathing in the fresh air above the water's surface, Song Yuqiao took big gulps of air as she opened her eyes to find a handsome face inches from hers. Her breath was a bit unstable, and panting slightly, she said: "Pei... Pei Sicheng..."

  Pei Si couldn't help but smile, leaned in and kissed her lips: "The way you're posing now, I really want to take you right here."

  After hearing Pei Si Cheng's words, Song Yu Qiao was shocked and stared wide-eyed, only then did she react to the posture she was using to hug Pei Si Cheng.

  She had her legs tightly wrapped around Pei's robust waist, her arms embracing his waist, and her cheek was against his lips.

  Good... ambiguous.

  Song Yuqiao wanted to let go in an instant, but was pressed down by Pei Si Cheng's buttocks.

  "Be still, don't move, or you'll sink again."

  Song Yuqiao didn't dare to move anymore, his chin resting on Pei Sicheng's shoulder, water droplets falling down with a patter, blurring his vision and the reflection on his retina, the lake surface twinkling with small lanterns, their soft light shining.

  His earlobe, Pei Si heard the soft breathing sound, at this moment it seemed to penetrate every pore, like lake water, seeping into his skin and then into his heart.

  "Can't you swim?"

  Song Yuqiao felt a bit awkward and shook his head: "No."

  The staff on duty next door heard the sound and rushed over in a hurry, "Pei San Shao, how are you?"

  "It's okay." Pei Si said, then grabbed Song Yuqiao's waist and swam to the side, where two people jumped down and together pulled Song Yuqiao and Pei Si onto the boat, temporarily arranging them in a room with a bathroom.

  Pei Si first went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, because his clothes were already wet and he had nothing to wear, so he simply wrapped himself in a towel and walked out.

  Although it's early summer now, the water in the lake at night is still very cold and cool. Song Yuqiao shrank into her quilt, trembling slightly.

  "I've poured you some hot water, soak for a while."

  Song Yuqiao's hair was stuck to her face, her complexion pale, she nodded slightly, just wanting to get out of bed, when Pei Shichen directly walked over and scooped her up horizontally, turning around and entering the bathroom.

  Let her sit on the edge of the bathtub, Pei Ci saw that she was a bit dazed and reached out to help Song Yuqiao unbutton her shirt.

  Song Yuqiao suddenly came back to her senses, stretched out her hand to block him: "No need, I'll do it myself."

  The bathroom was filled with misty air. Peisong looked at her deeply, nodded and turned around to leave the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  Song Yuqiao sat on the edge of the bathtub for a while, waiting until the warm air in the bathroom had warmed up a bit before taking off his clothes and jumping into the bathtub.

  Outside the bathroom, Pei Ci sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.

  The staff in the courtyard have brought over a few clothes: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Pei, we do have men's suits here, but for ladies, there are only these cheongsam and qipao, take a look..."

  "Bring it over and let me take a look."

  After all, it was once the mansion of a prince, although this is the uniform of the service staff here, but the material and fabric are not bad, the cheongsam is still embroidered.

  As he looked on, there was a knock at the door, and Pei Si Cheng said, "The door isn't locked, just come in."

  Pei Youbai and Lu Jingchong entered one after another.

  "Put all the clothes here," said Pei Suo Cheng to the staff.

  The staff nodded and said "yes", then turned around and left, even closing the door behind him.

  Bai Pei looked at Pei Si's dripping wet hair and the bath towel on his body, asking: "How did you end up getting him soaked?"

  Pei Si Cheng extinguished the cigarette and casually threw the butt into the ashtray on the bedside table, "I was thinking of scaring her from behind, didn't expect to really scare her."

  Lu Xiaowu: "......"

  Pei Yanbai said: "You really know how to create romance for people."

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao was really scared after falling into the water just now, and it took half an hour to relax his muscles and slowly recover from the confusion.

  When I wiped my body and was about to put on clothes, I suddenly realized that I didn't have anything to wear!

  Wrapped in a bath towel and going out?

  It's a headache.

  Song Yuqiao walked to the door and pulled open a gap in the bathroom door, calling out: "Director Pei?"

  No one answered.

  She was puzzled in her heart, had she been abandoned here? Was he the culprit?

  She pushed the bathroom door open a bit wider, "Peisong? Are you in there?"

  Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside, and Song Yuqiao hurriedly pulled the towel up, afraid of being exposed.

  Pei Si handed over a bag with one hand: "I went out and bought you some underwear."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  This is the second time Pei Sheng has bought this kind of close-fitting clothes for Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao thought of the last time he woke up in a hotel in S city and felt his face flush with excitement.

  But...

  This time it seems a size smaller, the buttons on the back of the shirt can't be buttoned up.

  What's wrong?

  Song Yuqiao originally didn't know what it felt like to be an ant on a hot pot, but now she finally understands.

  Pei Sicheng waited outside for a long time and didn't see Song Yuqiao come out. He had been waiting for so long, could he have fainted?

  He walked over and knocked on the door, "Not better yet?"

  "Through the door panel, Song Yuqiao's voice came out: "That... is one size smaller.""

  Pei Si hesitated for a moment: "The last time I remembered was this code, could it have changed again?"

  This sentence, although weakened in volume by the door panel, still entered Song Yuqiao's ears without missing a single word.

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Fortunately, one is outside the door and the other is inside. Otherwise, Pei Su Cheng would definitely be able to see, and Song Yu Qiao's ears would turn red with blood.

  ………………

  Although there was a slight hitch, Song Yuqiao eventually came out dressed.

  There was a faint smell of smoke outside, and Song Yuqiao only thought that Pei Si Cheng must have just smoked, and indeed, he saw three or five cigarette butts in the ashtray.

  She was wearing a cheongsam embroidered with patterns that Pei had chosen for her, rather than the silk dress worn by ancient maidens.

  Song Yuqiao's hair had been blown dry with a blow dryer, possibly because it was freshly washed and slightly puffed up, scattered on her shoulders. She is now wearing a white-based cheongsam with red flowers and green leaves, like a girl who walked out of an ink painting.

  Her skin is white, now after taking a bath, the steam is misty, and her cheeks are slightly pink.

  Wearing a cheongsam is indeed demanding on one's figure, the cheongsam's streamline from Song Yuqiao's chest to her slender waist and then to her buttocks, truly, if there's even a bit more, it would look bloated, but if there's even a bit less, it wouldn't be stunning. The high slit of the cheongsam goes all the way up to the thigh, and with each step forward, it reveals her long legs.

  As soon as Song Yuqiao came out, Pei Si Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, propping up his cheek, and looked him up and down carefully.

  Li Bei, who was standing at the door waiting for orders, could no longer bear it and quietly turned around and walked out.

  Boss, can your gaze be even more piercing? You look like you haven't eaten meat for years...

  Song Yuqiao also felt a bit embarrassed under Pei Shichen's measuring gaze, from the first time, Pei Shichen was good at using this scorching hot gaze to force her to turn away.

  It's always like this.

  She thought so to herself and suddenly felt a bit stifled, her gaze that had been looking away directly met his, coincidentally colliding with the two lines of sight from Pei Shichen in mid-air.

  Song Yuqiao couldn't control her tone and directly said: "Had enough?"

  Pei Si let out a soft laugh and shook his head: "No."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Thick-skinned to this extent, I'm truly speechless.

  He and Pei Cheng walked out together, Pei Cheng asked: "I saved you twice."

  Song Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at Pei Si Cheng: "Does this count too? You scared me, I didn't stand firm and fell down."

  "You are also in the workplace, so I ask you, is everything about the process or just the result?"

  "This is outrageous!" Song Yuqiao frowned.

  Li Bei followed three meters behind, probably this Miss Song was the first one who dared to say that the boss was being unreasonable.

  By the time the two returned to the private room, the dinner party had already dispersed.

  A waiter came over and handed Song Yuqiao her bag: "The lady in the hat asked me to tell you that she had something urgent to attend to and left first."

  Song Yuqiao nodded: "Thank you."

  After all this fuss, it's almost nine o'clock now.

  "Let's eat something here?"

  Song Yuqiao was indeed a bit hungry, but she didn't want to accompany Pei Si Cheng to eat here either, even if she went back to cook noodles for herself, so she refused without hesitation.

  She took out her phone from her bag and saw that there were several missed calls on the screen, all of which were made by Pei Huai Yu. She couldn't help but look up at Pei Si Cheng.

  "What's up?" Pei Si inadvertently asked.

  Song Yuqiao put her phone back in her bag and shook her head, saying, "Nothing."

  In front of Pei Shicheng, she absolutely cannot show even a bit that she cares about his son, otherwise Pei Shicheng will not know what to think again.

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng first drove to send Song Yu Qiao to Jinshui community, and on the way back to Huayuan, he went to a private house restaurant to buy some home-cooked dishes.

  As soon as he entered the door, he saw his son sitting in front of the TV eating potato chips and watching TV. With lightning speed, he crawled onto the sofa, his head hanging down from the armrest, moaning: "I'm starving to death, none of you care about me, letting a little kid like me fend for myself at home..."

  Bai Hangyu said, and then he crawled down from the sofa himself, using his hands and feet to crawl forward a couple of times, looking completely exhausted.

  Pei Su turned off the lights in the living room and went straight into the kitchen with the takeout bag, leaving a sentence for his son: "Don't pretend anymore, Qiao Qiao didn't come."

  Old Dad's words had just fallen, and the partner had already rolled over from the floor, picked up a big bag of potato chips, stuffed one mouthful into his mouth, and ran to the kitchen: "Old Dad, you're too useless, look at how you specifically went to find Qiaoqiao, she doesn't even care about you."

  Pei Si Cheng brought the dishes to the dining table, set out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and said: "You're not the same either, you called Qiao Qiao several times, but she didn't answer any of them."

  "That's... " Pei Hangyu rolled his black eyes and raised his small chin, "That's Qiaoqiao, she didn't see it, if she saw it, she would definitely come back!"

  "She saw it, when I sent her back, she was playing with her phone."

  Pei Si Cheng ruthlessly burst the pink bubble in his son's heart.

  "Pei Hangyu glared: 'She must not have seen it! You're not Qiaoqiao, how do you know if she saw it or not? Humph, don't try to deceive me, I already know everything!'"

  Pei Si directly walked over, wanting to carry Pei Hangyu onto the chair to eat, but who knew the little guy turned around and ran off, directly holding onto the handrail of the stairs and going upstairs. While running, he was also saying with a puffed up face: "I want to go find Qiaoqiao to make a phone call, I don't want takeout! I want Qiaoqiao to make me an egg pancake!"

  Pei Si Cheng heard his son's words and put down the chopsticks he had already picked up, pushing the bowl and chopsticks forward.

  It's just as well, he didn't want takeout anyway.