After lunch, Song Jin spent an hour with Mr. and Mrs. Song, and then went to practice dancing.
There is no convenient dance studio in the old house, but she has gradually gotten used to it and no longer needs to look in the mirror to correct her movements.
I’m practicing again now to become more familiar with the dance moves.
Song Jin was practicing dancing in the room. When Old Lady Song saw her leaving, she took out a box hidden in the drawer of the table and opened it.
Inside was a large sewing box and a piece of unfinished clothing made of soft black fabric.
Old Master Song looked at her and frowned when he saw her picking up the needle and threading it.
"What are you doing, old woman? You're already so old, stop making clothes. It hurts your eyes."
Afraid that Mrs. Song wouldn't listen, he muttered again: "I, an old man, don't want to take care of a blind old lady in the future."
"Auntie is going to perform tomorrow, I have to finish the dress quickly."
Old Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at him, threaded the needle skillfully and easily, and quickly sewed one stitch after another through the clothes.
She hardly needed to look; she could tell by feel where to sew and where not to sew.
Old Master Song looked at her and suddenly asked, "Old lady, have you told Auntie to prepare some clothes for her?"
Old Mrs. Song lowered her head and sewed, "No, what's wrong?"
"That's it. Auntie doesn't know you prepared it, so she will definitely prepare something else. Then won't your preparations be in vain?"
Old Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment.
He took the opportunity to persuade her, "So, don't waste your energy. Sit down and take a rest. Or you can take a walk with me, an old man."
"If you don't need it this time, you can use it next time. Besides, the clothes I make are beautiful. Maybe Auntie will choose to wear mine."
Old Mrs. Song snorted. How could it be considered a surprise if she told it out loud?
If you don’t use it this time, you can wear it next time. At worst, you can just hang it in the closet.
Old Master Song sighed and said no more words of persuasion.
At worst, if the old woman really goes blind in the future, he will just keep a good eye on her and prevent her from falling.
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After Qin Yansheng left the Song family's old house, the driver had already delivered the computer back and drove to the door of the Song family's old house to wait.
Seeing his boss from afar, the driver opened the car door and saw Assistant Li sitting in the back seat.
He said with a sad face, "Boss Qin, you stood him up like this. Do you know that Boss Qiao almost walked away?"
Qin Yansheng got into the car without saying a word, his face cold and his brows lowered as if he was thinking about something.
After Special Assistant Li complained once, he didn't dare to say anything more. He also knew that the boss didn't care about the 10 billion order.
On the contrary, it is the Qiao Group that has always wanted to cooperate with the company to deepen the relationship between the two companies.
Because the daughter of the Qiao family...has taken a fancy to his boss, Mr. Qin.
However, thinking of the girl he met at Jinsheng Manor last time, Special Assistant Li felt in his heart that Miss Qiao’s wish might not come true.
Mr. Qin already has a beautiful mistress hidden in his house.
"You say, a girl who has no shortage of money, what she lacks is love?"
Qin Yansheng suddenly raised his eyes, turned to look at Assistant Li and asked.
Assistant Li was stunned. What? Mr. Qin, you already have a beautiful woman in your house, yet you still ask such a simple question?
"Hmm... probably, for example, Mr. Qin, if someone gave you money, even if it was 10 billion, you wouldn't be moved, right?"
As Special Assistant Li spoke, he suddenly felt a little sour.
If you give him 10 billion, he will kneel down and call you ancestor!
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