The snail girl is answering the phone very frequently now. As soon as the call is made, the other party picks up the phone.
A familiar voice traveled into my ears along the electric current.
"Yi Yi, what's wrong?"
"Are you still busy?"
"Well, I'll be done soon. Did you miss me?"
There was a laugh in his voice.
Before Qi Yunyi could say anything, she heard a "hell" from the other end of the phone. It wasn't Song Xinglan who said it, but the person next to him.
Thinking of some classic scenes from CEO novels, Qi Yunyi asked quietly, "Are you in a meeting right now?"
"No, I don't bring my cell phone to meetings."
He seems to be in a good mood.
"Did you find any money? Why are you in such a good mood?"
"I'm happier than finding money, Yi Yi. This is the first time you've taken the initiative to call me when I'm still busy."
Don't make it sound like she's a scumbag and doesn't care about him. She's just being sensible, okay?
As if knowing what she was thinking, a male voice came from the other end of the phone, not hiding his joy at all: "My Yi Yi is the most sensible and sweetest girlfriend in the world."
"Don't try to imitate their flowery words."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Don't interrupt me, I'm just asking if you still want to cook today. If not, I'll ask Auntie to come over and cook."
"Let Auntie come and cook it. I'll be here for a while. You can eat it first when it's done. No need to wait for me."
"Who wants to wait for you?"
Qi Yunyi hung up the phone. She was already a little overwhelmed by him, and now he was trying to imitate other people's sweet talk... making her even more overwhelmed.
This idiot, is he so good at falling in love that he doesn’t care about his life?
Be careful that she really holds on to him and won't let go. Even after she dies, she will force him to remain faithful to her for the rest of his life and stay with her until the end of his life in solitude.
Qi Yunyi put down her phone, hugged her head and exclaimed.
Jianqiu, my head hurts!
Cutting autumn...
Okay, she doesn’t have her own Jianqiu.
Qi Yunyi put down her hand, called her aunt, and continued watching TV.
The aunt who cooked for her was found by Qiao Yueyue. Needless to say, her cooking skills were excellent. If she could pass Qiao Yueyue's test, she would definitely pass Qi Yunyi's.
Qi Yunyi had eaten and drunk her fill, and said that someone who would be there for a while had not come back yet.
She took the phone and put it back.
It’s not good to be too clingy. It’s better to find something of your own to do.
Thinking of this, Qi Yunyi took a new issue of the magazine and lay on the sofa to read it.
On the other side, Song Xinglan rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and glanced at his mobile phone from time to time, but unfortunately there was no movement from the phone.
Doyle, who had forced him to join the team building, glanced at him from time to time, and finally couldn't help but come over and ask him: "Song, why don't you drink with everyone?"
"I don't want to drink."
"Okay, so, whose call are you waiting for?"
"My girlfriend."
As he said this, Song Xinglan's eyebrows and eyes softened visibly.
Doyle shook his head exaggeratedly: "I don't want a girlfriend. There are too many poor girls. I need to give them a harbor to comfort their hearts.
But if I have a girlfriend, her possessiveness will prevent me from giving other girls a place of comfort."
He shook his head as he spoke, and advised Song Xinglan: "Don't you think women's possessiveness is too strong?"
"Possessive?"
"Yeah, if I look at other girls for even a second, she'll get mad, and she always likes to control me. That's why I don't have a girlfriend, that damn possessiveness.
For example, right now, if I hadn't broken up with my ex-girlfriend, she would be calling me right now to ask why I hadn't come home yet."
Speaking of this, it seemed that Song's girlfriend didn't seem to be controlling or urging him, and Doyle suddenly felt a little curious.
Chinese people are generally face-blind to foreigners, and the same is true for foreigners when it comes to Chinese people.
But there are always some people who stand out from the crowd with their beauty, making it impossible for people to be blinded by their faces.
For example, those beautiful young men in Europe and America.
Another example is Song Xinglan.
Doyle dared to say that even if Song came to their place, he would be the most popular one.
No one likes nerds, but what if this nerd is very handsome?
Then you are not a nerd, but a person who is full of knowledge.
Double standards exist everywhere.
This thing knows no borders.
Song Xinglan originally didn't want to go out drinking with Doyle, but Doyle pulled him over after he said, "You're afraid of being urged by your girlfriend."
Unfortunately, my girlfriend was too sensible and didn’t even call me.
It was a little hot in the room, so he loosened his tie and collar, revealing a small part of his swan-like, slender, white neck. When he saw his hands, he thought of how soft and tender his girlfriend's hand was when he touched it last night.
Song Xinglan's Adam's apple slid up and down as he was drawn to the memories. When he raised his eyes, Doyle was already clinging to a hot girl as unrestrained as he was.
Both of them were restless and the fire started burning without even waiting for the hotel check-in process.
Song Xinglan spoke to Doyle, but Doyle was completely immersed in the woman's body and couldn't hear Song Xinglan at all.
It was only after being reminded by the hot girl that he waved at Song Xinglan, indicating that he understood.
Song Xinglan picked up his coat, put it on his arm, and stood up to leave.
The hot girl stared at his back for a long time and was unwilling to look away, which made Doyle feel neglected. When he noticed her gaze, Doyle smiled frivolously.
"Covet him? Forget it. You can't covet him."
"Who is he?"
“My boss is very generous, very wealthy, and most importantly, very talented.
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