Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the news.
Song Fei: [Oh, really? That's a pity.]
Song Ci always felt that Song Fei's words were perfunctory. She thought of the boast Song Fei made that day and asked Song Fei: "How far have you and Yan Jiang progressed?"
Song Fei: [This afternoon, I will take him down.]
Song Dynasty Porcelain: [! ]
Song Ci's curiosity was aroused, and she quickly sent a voice message to Song Fei: "Song Fei, how do you plan to take him down? Tell me, and I can analyze whether it is reliable."
Song Fei replied to her via voicemail: [I have three plans. Step one: get him drunk, and then force myself on him while he's half drunk. Step two: prepare a diamond ring, propose to him, and while he's moved, ask him to sleep with me. Step three: drug him directly.]
Song Ci: [!] No wonder my father said Song Fei had an antisocial personality. How the hell is a human being supposed to do this?
Song Fei humbly asked Song Ci: [Which plan do you think is more reliable? ]
Song Ci shed a bitter tear for Yan Jiang, then said against her conscience: "Let's go for the second plan."
Song Fei: [I think so too.]
Song Fei was busy preparing for the courtship campaign at noon today and had no time to pay attention to Song Ci. After hanging up the video, Song Fei put on an extra-long down jacket, stepped on sneakers, and drove to the mall by herself.
Song Fei went straight to the jewelry store.
The salesgirl smiled and asked her, "Hello, miss, would you like to look at necklaces, earrings, or bracelets?" Generally, girls who go to jewelry stores alone will look at these things.
Song Fei walked to the counter and glanced at the dazzling array of goods in the glass counter.
She has a fear of making choices, so she simply didn't choose and said to the salesgirl, "Take out the men's rings in your store and let me see them." After a pause, she said, "Don't show me the cheap ones." They are not worthy of that little coward in her family.
"Okay, please wait."
The salesgirl selected eight men's rings and placed them in front of Song Fei.
Song Fei thought that each one was similar and all looked good. She didn't understand why, so she asked the salesgirl, "Which one is more suitable for proposing?"
The salesgirl was stunned for a moment, then asked Song Fei uncertainly, "Miss, are you going to propose to your boyfriend?"
Song Fei nodded.
Nowadays, men can propose to other men, so what does it matter if a woman proposes to a man? The salesgirl asked Song Fei as if it was nothing unusual: "What type of guy is your boyfriend?"
Noticing the man on the billboard inside the store, Song Fei lazily raised her finger, pointed at the billboard, and said, "That's it."
The salesgirl's smile deepened. "This is our spokesperson, Mr. Yan Jiang. Is your boyfriend this type? Mr. Yan Jiang's personality is very compatible with our brand's products. If your boyfriend is also this type, then I would recommend this one..."
The salesgirl picked out a platinum ring from the ring collection. There was a curved golden wavy line in the middle of the ring, like golden quicksand, simple yet unique. Song Fei stared at the ring, imagining it being worn on Yan Jiang's finger, and thought it looked pretty good.
"That's it."
After buying the ring, Song Fei instantly became a poor guy.
On the way home, Song Fei stopped the car at a flower shop, opened WeChat, and looked at the 147 yuan left in her change. She had to be generous to her man!
Song Fei got out of the car and walked into the flower shop.
The store manager was a gentle girl. She was tending to a bird of paradise. When she saw Song Fei enter the room, she held up a watering can and asked, "Welcome. What could you buy?"
Song Fei was a practical person. She said, "I only have 147 yuan and I want to buy some roses. How many do you think I can buy?"
The store manager was stunned for a moment before he said, "It's not a holiday now. Roses are 10 yuan each. You can buy 11 roses and I'll help you wrap them beautifully."
Song Fei nodded, "Okay, 11 then."
"Okay, wait a moment."
Song Fei got into the car holding roses, thought for a while, and sent another text message to Yan Jiang.
After returning to China, Yan Jiang, on the recommendation of his university advisor, joined the Wangdong Police Station as an intern forensic pathologist. One day, while he was examining a disfigured corpse, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Knowing that it was Song Fei who sent the text message, Yan Jiang quickly took off his gloves and took out his mobile phone to read the content of the message.
Song Fei: [Will you be back at noon? I have something to discuss with you.]
Song Fei is Yan Jiang's life, how could Yan Jiang not go back?
Yan Jiang: [I'm back.]
He had a two-hour lunch break at noon. Considering that it took 40 minutes to drive back and forth, and not knowing what Song Fei wanted to talk to him about, Yan Jiang asked his boss for an hour's leave.
When he drove back home, he smelled the aroma of meat.
Every time he returned home, Yan Jiang would hug Song Fei and take a deep breath on her neck. Just like a baby is addicted to milk, Song Fei is also Yan Jiang's addiction.
Yan Jiang tiptoed to the kitchen, hugged Song Fei, and took a deep breath. When he looked up again, he found that Song Fei was frying beef ribs. The ribs were almost cooked and the aroma was overflowing.
In just a few days, Song Fei had already mastered her cooking skills and could fry beef ribs properly. Song Fei turned off the fire, placed the beef ribs on a Western plate, and said to Yan Jiang, "Bring it over. I also made pasta. Let's eat later."
Yan Jiang released her waist, took the plate, and asked curiously, "What day is today?" Cooking pasta takes a long time, and Song Fei doesn't like eating pasta, nor does she like making it. So what special day is today?
Song Fei said: "Secret."
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