"Who exactly is Xiong Sangou? I always feel like he's a little weird."
Fang Xiaole frowned, he always felt like he had seen Xiong Sangou somewhere.
"I don't know either. I only know that it was my sister who interviewed Mr. Xiong when he applied for the job."
Lin Yao shook her head.
"By the way, husband, I want to buy a car for my uncle and aunt so that it will be more convenient for them to go out."
Lin Yao quietly glanced at Song Yan who was sitting next to the car door on the other side, put her little mouth close to Fang Xiaole's ear and whispered.
Fang Xiaole looked at her in surprise, and put his mouth close to her ear and said, "My dad likes to drink and is not suitable for driving."
Lin Yao thought for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered, "Then why don't I just hire a driver to drive specifically for my uncle and aunt?"
Fang Xiaole smiled and patted Lin Yao's head. "Don't make it so complicated. My parents are very happy to see you. They are not materialistic people, otherwise my father would not have married my mother. Dengcheng is not big, so it is very convenient for my parents to go out."
Lin Yao stuck out her tongue, and suddenly had an idea. She came over with a smile and said, "Then let's buy a house for uncle and auntie. Buy a large three-bedroom house, so that my sister and I will have a place to live when we come back in the future."
Fang Xiaole raised his arm to hug her, tilted his head and kissed her soft cheek, "Although my mother won't accept it, she will definitely be very happy if she hears what you say."
Cough cough.
A cough was heard beside them. The two turned around and saw that Song Yan's expression was a little embarrassed, while Wei Qian, who was sitting in the front row, turned her head and was watching them being intimate.
Lin Yao's face turned red, but fortunately the mask blocked it from being seen.
"Cousin, I really envy you."
Wei Qian looked at Lin Yao with shining eyes and an infatuated expression.
Fang Xiaole was a little speechless, thinking that even pregnant women could be turned gay by Lin Yao, right?
At this time, Fang Xiaole's cell phone rang. It was Hong Sanshi calling.
"Brother, Happy New Year! Didn't you say last time that you were going back to Shancheng for the Spring Festival? I'm coming to Shancheng tomorrow too. Oh, and Zhang Bo is coming too. He's going to Shancheng to endorse a real estate agency."
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