"We have saved some money before, and we can use two-thirds of it to do real estate business."

“But real estate can only last for a dozen years.”

When Liu Qingyu heard this, she patted his shoulder and glared at him, "After working for another 10 years, we should retire. Wouldn't it be nice to leave our two daughters with their children and enjoy some family happiness?"

"Yufeng should worry about what happens ten years later. What does it have to do with us?"

Seeing that his wife was no longer unhappy, Song Zhengguo finally felt relieved, "Okay, okay, then we will work hard for another 10 years, and after 10 years we will go traveling, and when we have enough fun we will come back to take care of their children."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's definitely more important to take care of the children. We can go play when we're older!"

"Don't think too much," Song Zhengguo pinched his wife's sore shoulders. "Ten years from now, their children will be teenagers. Will they still need you to take care of them? Can't we just take the children out to play together?"

"Okay, okay, don't worry about what will happen ten years later. Go and have a rest. We still have to go investigate the market tomorrow."

Liu Qingyu smiled helplessly and went to take a shower. She fell asleep in bed soon after lying on the bed. She was really tiring from taking the train for the past two days.

If she wasn't in a hurry to book a house, she really didn't want to go out today. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and lie down after breakfast.

On the way back with Jiang Kuo, Song Yuanyuan sat in the passenger seat and watched the neon lights flashing by in the distance. Her mood was extremely complicated.

Did Song Zhiya consider those issues early on, or was she deliberately putting on a show in front of them to win their praise?

"Yuanyuan," Jiang Kuo parked the car on the side of the road. She turned back in confusion and heard him say, "I saw that you didn't eat anything this afternoon. Are you unhappy or do you have a poor appetite?"

"No."

Song Yuanyuan shook her head. She didn't know what she was thinking, she just felt confused. She hated Song Zhiya's showing off, and hated that she always got ahead of her in everything, making her look useless.

"Don't think too much about it," Jiang Kuo unbuckled her seat belt, "I heard there's a snack street here with a lot of delicious food. Let's go down and have a look."

"Buy some food and go home."

Seeing Jiang Kuo reaching out his hand to her, Song Yuanyuan put all the messy thoughts in her mind behind her. What she had to do now was to live a good life and give birth to the baby in her belly safely.

She and Jiang Kuo went to the snack street together. They chatted and laughed and bought a lot of food.

Song Zhiya and Lu Nanfeng returned home and lived in their own world.

It is the third trimester of pregnancy now. Although she cannot act recklessly, intimate contact is still possible. However, Lu Nanfeng was upset in the end.

Seeing his flushed face and heavy breathing, Song Zhiya held his face with both hands and asked, "How about I help you?"

"help?"

Lu Nanfeng didn't quite understand what his wife meant, and Song Zhiya secretly hooked her finger at him.

Half an hour later, he lay down on the bed contentedly.

Song Zhiya shook herself off the pain and muttered, "Your fighting ability is really amazing. Can you be a little more restrained next time? I can hardly lift my hands."

"Wife," Lu Nanfeng hugged his wife's waist and hugged her back, "Didn't you know this a long time ago? Didn't I serve you well before?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiya's face suddenly turned red.

This man couldn't possibly force me to say that I enjoyed being served by him in the past, right?

That's so embarrassing.

"I remember that you were quite fierce in the past, but I didn't expect you would blush!" Lu Nanfeng teased again. Song Zhiya glared at him fiercely. The two played on the bed for a while and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Lu Fanghua and Song Zhenbin returned to the room and discussed where they would go tomorrow before washing up and going to bed.

the next day.

Lu Fanghua and Song Zhenbin got up early in the morning and went out. They asked the driver about several major garment factories nearby.

The master answered them enthusiastically.

"Can we hire a car?"

"How much money can you earn in a day? We'll give you the money for the day, and you take us wherever we want to go, how about that?" The two people thought that the driver was quite kind. It was too troublesome for them to keep asking for rides, so they simply hired the driver's car and parked it.

"good."

The master quoted a price and the two men offered double the money.

"No, no, no, this is too much!"

The master shook his head and waved his hands. Lu Fanghua opened the car door and got in. "We may have a lot of places to go today, so give the master more. Thank you for answering our questions just now."

Two people got in the car, and the master stepped on the accelerator after listening.

"You are going to the garment factory. Do you want to start a clothing business?"

"yes."

"Although the clothing business has been good in the past two years, the clothes on the street are all similar, and there are not many people buying them. Everyone sticks to those few stores!"

"If you really want to make up your mind, you have to improve the quality." The master has been driving in the capital for a year or two and has met all kinds of people. Seeing that they were generous, of course he was willing to talk to them a few more words.

"Naturally, naturally."

The two men did not reveal too much. They went to various major garment factories to inquire about the situation, and at night they went to streets with heavy traffic to investigate.

Song Zhengguo and Liu Qingyu also got up early in the morning to check the situation.

The real estate business is indeed different from what they did before, but they can try something new. After all, the two of them have experience in doing business and are good at dealing with people.

In addition, Song Zhiya also told Liu Qingyu a little secret.

They think it can work.

Song Yufeng was also called to go to the market with them, and Song Mingzhao took Tuanzi to various places to play alone.

I even went to some of the best universities in the capital.

Tuanzi walked in the school holding Song Mingzhao's hand, looking around excitedly, "Uncle, the school here is great. I want to go to school here in the future."

Song Mingzhao smiled faintly after hearing this.

"Sure, as long as you work hard, you can come here to study in the future."

Tuanzi clenched his fists instantly and said seriously, "Then I want to be as good as my parents and uncle in the future, or become an excellent soldier to defend my country."

"If you don't want to be a soldier, you should become a researcher like you, and you can also make contributions to the country."

When Song Mingzhao heard this, his eyelids twitched and he looked forward, "Don't you want to be like your uncle?"