"This little cutie is lost. When you go out, please help me take this little cutie with you."
Song Xijiao hooked the plastic bag with her middle finger and shook it gently. The plastic bag made a rustling sound. The big rat stopped, raised its head, and its green eyes flashed with a confused light like a human.
"Little cutie, if you eat my food you are mine, no, my rat. You have to follow them, they will take you home."
Yang Peifeng and Sun Minghao: It seemed to understand, but it wasn’t quite sure.
"What if it doesn't leave?"
Song Xijiao: "Don't leave? That's easy. If you don't leave, I'll send it to heaven."
She showed a cold smile, and Yang Peifeng and Sun Minghao inexplicably felt a murderous aura.
"If I can catch it, I can kill it."
Before she finished speaking, she smiled sweetly and gently poked the big rat's belly with her finger.
"Little cutie, don't you think so?"
Big Mouse: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
Yang Peifeng and Sun Minghao looked at each other, and the same thought flashed in their eyes.
Song Xijiao added: "It will be very well behaved along the way. If anything goes wrong, just scare it. It cherishes its life very much."
Yang Peifeng resigned himself to his fate and grabbed the plastic bag on the table.
If you want to work under Song Xijiao, you must have a strong heart.
"Little cutie, come home with your brother!"
Yang Peifeng was holding a big rat and asked Sun Minghao to leave. When he reached the door, he turned and looked at Song Xijiao.
"Mr. Song, do you need to close the door?"
"No, just open it and let it ventilate."
When Yang Peifeng and Sun Minghao left the general manager's office, the employees looked at them curiously. When they saw the big rat in Yang Peifeng's hand, their pupils trembled.
That is...
Sun Minghao whispered, "This is the 19th floor. Even if a rat is good at climbing sewer pipes, it can't climb this high. The rat must have come up in the elevator."
"You can even deduce this, awesome!"
"Thank you for letting me in."
"Which elevator did it come up in?"
"The freight elevator!"
"The freight elevator only goes to the 18th floor, not the 19th."
“…”
"Then how did it get up here?"
Yang Peifeng said quietly, "It belongs to Xiao Song's office. How did you get up here?"
Sun Minghao's expression changed. "You mean... it didn't crawl up the sewer or take the elevator, but was..."
"What are you guys doing here?"
Yang Peifeng & Sun Minghao: "Special Assistant Xu."
Special Assistant Xu is Mr. Liu's man, and has been responsible for helping Mr. Liu monitor Song Xijiao's every move.
"Where did this rat come from?"
"I don't know. It suddenly appeared in Mr. Song's office. Mr. Song caught it and asked us to deal with it."
He stepped aside, his eyes fixed on the mouse. When Yang Peifeng and Sun Minghao passed by him, they heard him mutter something.
"That's impossible!"
The two looked at each other, with doubts in their eyes.
What happened to Assistant Xu?
It's just a mouse, why would he have such an expression?
Could it be...
The two of them smiled knowingly.
Song Xijiao covered her mouth with her hand and yawned. A thin layer of mist covered her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
Whose mouse climbed to the 19th floor in one breath?
And opened her Hermès Birkin graffiti bag?
Get in?
Buckle it up again?
…
The capital city is very big, but if there is anything interesting happening, it will be known to everyone within three days.
Zhao Ruoxue can't fit into the circle of socialites, nor can she fit into the circle of Cao family's children.
She wanted to show off her wealthy life online like before, but she didn't even have the money to buy luxury goods.
Zhao Ruobin has integrated into the circle of rich second-generations, but no one looks up to him.
Anyone could step on him and laugh at him, and none of the Cao family's children took him seriously.
Lin Qingrou was quite capable. She coaxed Cao Weixiong into not looking for an 18th-tier model or returning to Cao's house for half a month.
There was a hand on the white bed sheet, with bulging veins on the back of the hand and deep nail marks on the palm.
"ah……"
Lin Qingrou had followed Cao Weixiong when she was seventeen years old. The money she gave to Zhao Hairong to start a business was the severance pay Cao Weixiong gave her.
She understood Cao Weixiong and knew how to please him.
She lay on the bed, turned her head to look at Cao Weixiong, a flattering smile on her face.
"Brother Xiong, Rou'er loves you so much."
"Rou'er, my Rou'er, I love you too. I love you the most."
Disgust flashed in Lin Qingrou's eyes. Thirty years ago, he looked like a pig, and thirty years later, he still looked like a pig.
If it weren't for the money, she really wanted to castrate him.
Zhao Hairong was a little hypocritical. He made her feel extremely happy in bed.
Cao Weixiong only knew those few tricks, and before she even knew it, he was already done.
She also pretended to be very happy and shouted that she wanted more.
Lin Qingrou turned over and wrapped herself around Cao Weixiong like an octopus, saying delicately:
"Brother Xiong, how's the thing you promised me going?"
Cao Weixiong pinched Lin Qingrou's chest and said, "Don't worry, baby."
It’s all because Song Xijiao looks like Zhao Hairong.
Only then did he suspect that Zhao Ruoxue and Zhao Ruobin were not his children.
…
Cao Weixiong's original wife Yu Fengying was not surprised by this.
Mistresses No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6... No. 18, all of them are young, beautiful, and delicate, but none of them can win Cao Weixiong's heart.
She is old and just wants to live a stable life. When Cao Weixiong likes to play outside, she turns a blind eye. Anyway, Cao Weixiong will go home when he has had enough fun.
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