Song Songbai also went out and rode a bicycle.

Ride all the way.

Arrived at Fang Lai’s shop.

Knock on the door as if he knew the place well.

He said he would return to his hometown to open a photo studio, but it was only open for a few months a year, and business was not good when it was open. Every time Zhou Yian came, the studio was closed. Zhou Yian sometimes wondered how Fang Lai made a living.

Fang Lai opened the door and said, "The busy man has remembered me and is no longer hanging around with his wife."

"If you're jealous, just say it." Song Songbai didn't even raise his eyelids.

Fang Lai held his breath and said, "I can't get in."

Song Songbai didn't reply to him and went in by himself.

"What's the matter with you coming here today?" Fang Lai didn't know him yet. No one would come to visit you without a reason. Lao De is good at this.

"Nothing, just came to check on you." Song Songbai came into the house and politely asked him, "How have you been lately?"

"Very good." Fang Lai closed the door.

"Okay, that's good." After the polite words, Song Songbai's true intentions came to light. He didn't bother to pretend and asked Fang Lai directly, "Have they found any mineral veins recently?"

"I heard they found it." Fang Lai sat down and answered him, "Any ideas?"

"You don't have it?" Song Songbai also sat down. What was he pretending for?

"..." Fang Lai choked, still so unpleasant, "I don't have any, I just guard this shabby photo studio."

"oh."

There was a long silence.

"Tell me what you are here for." Fang Lai was a little annoyed with him.

"Can you lend me the venue and tools?" Song Songbai said, standing up.

"Go by yourself."

Fang Lai sat down and sighed. When he heard some noise in the backyard, he stood up suddenly. He felt something was wrong. What was this person doing?

He just knew, why come to borrow the venue for no reason?

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After Song Songbai finished his work, he quickened his pace to pick up his wife.

I knocked on the door and went in. It wasn't Uncle Zhang who opened the door, but Zhang Pengyue came over and opened it.

Song Songbai greeted him in a good mood.

"Are you here to pick up Zhou Zhiqing?" Zhang Pengyue asked someone to come in. "He's still chatting with my father."

"Well, trouble." Song Songbai walked into the yard.

"You're here." Zhou Yian stood up and was quite happy to see someone coming.

Song Songbai looked at the people running towards him happily, and somehow he felt a bit like a parent picking up his child.

"Then let's go back. It's getting late." Zhou Yian greeted Uncle Zhang.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? It won't take too long. Let Peng Yue cook for you." Uncle Zhang looked at them and said, "He cooks better than I do."

"Time is running out, we have to go back early," Zhou Yian said with a little regret. It was a pity that he had to catch the late shift when he got back, and he also had to think about how to tell the aunties.

"Okay, come again next time."

After leaving the house, Zhou Yian looked at Song Songbai and asked, "Why did you change your clothes when you went out to do something?"

This was clearly not the dress I was wearing this morning.

"There was a little accident. This dress belongs to Fang Lai." Song Songbai also felt that this was a bit unreasonable. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly explained, "If you don't believe me, you can go ask Fang Lai."

Zhou Yian was silent. This really sounded like something a jerk who had made a mistake would say. "Senior Brother Fang is your friend, he will definitely speak on your side."

Song Songbai didn't know how to explain it.

"Forget it, let's go back first." Zhou Yian saw that he didn't know what to say and smiled, "It's not good to talk about this in front of Uncle Zhang's house."

Song Songbai was silent all the way. He hadn't thought about this problem at first. Even the hand that was holding his waist felt a little tasteless.