Chapter 42: 042

"good night."
Song Tingshen’s words are spoken, and two people can’t help but think of the good night kiss that was borrowed that day.
Xia Xia’s impression of Song Tingshen’s present is very good. He is now showing all kinds of mature men who are successful in their thirties. They have nothing to do with greasy feelings. At the moment when the door is closed, 阮Xia back leaned against the door, watching the bed lying in bed, Wang Zi, the first time there is a similar confusion, if she has been in this world, then, what will her relationship with Song Ting become?
Although it is not so eager for love, but she is only twenty-five years old this year, Song Tingshen is only thirty-five years old, and for decades, what should I do?
Xia Xia is not a person who likes to worry about things that have not happened in the future, so this kind of confusion only lasts for a few minutes. When she is lying in bed and picking up her mobile phone, she will subconsciously block this order. The problem of people with headaches.
After Song Ting deep returned to the room, he just sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his knees. He didn't know how long he had been sitting. He picked up the wallet on the bedside table and opened it to see the photo from the summer car.
He is not too passive in terms of feelings. From the perspective of a businessman, Xia Xia is indeed the most suitable person for him.
It is his original intention to give Wangzi a truly healthy and warm family.
He does not intend to divorce Xiaxia and develop a relationship with another unknown person. As a man who is already thirty-five years old, he seems to have never been too concerned about this kind of love. At his age, he has never considered his own preference, but when he was soaking milk for her, he was in the mood. But very peaceful, standing at the door of her room, even if she did not deliberately look inside, he knew that his child was lying on the bed, she stood at the door like that, holding the cup in hand, at least for one moment, Song Tingshen There is a feeling of satisfaction.
No, it is not satisfied. In that moment, what he thinks is that if he is a true couple in the summer, if they have feelings for each other, it might be better.
The next day, when Xia Xia took Wang Tsai out of the bedroom, he happened to meet Song Tingshen who was preparing to go downstairs to have breakfast.
Wang Tsai’s fart whistle trotting past, Song Ting took a deep bend and picked him up, holding his fat butt.
Is there any brushing?

"Swipe, every tooth is brushed." Wang Zi opened his mouth and revealed his little white teeth.
Song Ting took a deep look at Xia Xia, thinking, but fortunately not seeing her at night.
Xia Xia is now attached to the mask, she went to the side of Song Ting Shen, stretched out the white hand pressure, let the mask more docile on the face, "Good morning."
Wang Zi held Song Ting's neck and smiled and asked: "Dad, mother is not like a ghost?"
Xia Xia glanced at him. "Have you seen such a beautiful ghost?"
Song Ting coughed a little and thought about it, or said: "If you apply a mask at night, don't go out and walk around."
Xia Xia: "..."
What do big pig hooves know about skin care?
She was too lazy to take care of the father and son, walked down the stairs in front of them, and the aunt was still busy in the kitchen to make breakfast.
Just at this moment, the doorbell of the gate rang, and Xia Xia was closer to the entrance. Then she got up and walked to the entrance. Through video equipment, she saw a young man standing at the door, thinking that there was someone at home, she opened the door. I haven't had time to ask who I am. I saw that the man was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand. There were ninety-nine red roses in his eyes. It was spectacular. He was also struggling with a small card. He asked: "Would you like Miss Xia live here?"
After the summer, I said, "I am."
Sending a small brother smiled and handed the receipt to Xia Xia. "That troubles Miss Miss sign."
Xia Xia took the card from the hand of the flowering brother. There was no signature on it. There was no name for the flower seller. Under the urging of the little brother, she signed her name and held this big bouquet of roses. Forced to turn around, the first reaction is to ask Song Tingshen, "What do you send?"
Of course, when she asked this question, she regretted it.
How could Song Tingshen send flowers to her, he is not like someone who will do this kind of thing.
She is also a brain watt before she asks him.
Sure enough, Song Ting looked at the big bunch of roses in her hand, and her face looked confused and shook her head. "No."
This summer is really helpless, hollowed out the brain, but I thought of a few people... But then, those who have thoughts about the original owner know that she has a husband, her husband or the mall is very Song Tingshen, who is capable of means, because of this, there is no one who dares to blatantly pursue the original owner. Then, the question is coming. Who will send flowers to her home without such a long eye? Or who is not afraid of offending Song Ting Shen also want to chase her?
Speaking of not long eyes...
I guess in the heart of Xia, is it not a late second grade?
It seems that among those few people, he will make such a difficult thing to say, after all, this person went directly to the office of Song Tingshen...
Sure enough, there is a card in the bouquet, saying, "Don’t throw it away again..."
She walked into the living room with this big bouquet of roses and placed it on the coffee table.
Wang Zi immediately rushed over, wow a few times, "a lot of flowers."
Song Tingshen did not seem to ask her who sent the flowers. She just took Wang Zi’s hand and went to the dining room. I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking about for a while, but I still shouldn’t mind, after all, The relationship is here, and then, they have long said that they should open their words. In private life, he should also believe her.
Probably want to leave some face for her.
Song Tingshen was ready to go out to work after simply eating breakfast, and even he didn't notice it in the summer. When he passed the living room, he looked at the conspicuous rose bouquet on the coffee table without traces.
When the aunt went out to buy food, he sat on the sofa in the summer and looked at the big bunch of roses.
She seems to believe too much in the story of the novel. She thought that Duan was not mixed with a cannon fodder in the novel. He would not come out again. It is not this bunch of flowers that makes her embarrassed. She can throw it directly into the trash can. In the same place, can you send another bunch of goods tomorrow? This is to make it clear that she is not better.
Wang Zi sat next to her and listened to her mother's sighing sigh, then she put out her fat arm and held her arm and asked, "Mom, are you not happy?"
"No la."
I thought about it in summer, or barely got up, took out my mobile phone, took a picture of this bunch of roses, and put it on the same city network...
Although it is not Valentine's Day or Christmas, it is not cheap to think of ninety-nine roses. It is estimated that it must be at least one thousand. So throw it into the trash can, it is wasteful, think about it, it is all money. Ah, although it is not her money, it is better to sell it online.
Now the network is particularly developed. In the summer, the price is 500 yuan. The information on the website is placed on the Internet. However, some people contact her half an hour later. The buyer is also refreshed. She has not bargained with her. It is estimated that this is the cheapest price.
She just happened to meet with the foreign teachers, so she made an appointment with the buyer to meet in the same city, and the location was also in the city center.
The buyer is a program wearing black-rimmed glasses. According to him, today is the birthday of his girlfriend. He just doesn’t know what gifts to send. It’s expensive to buy roses at the flower shop. It’s just a few hundred dollars to buy her flowers. Money, you can have a candlelight dinner at night.
Xia Xia looked at the extra hundred pieces on the mobile phone. One was satisfied. She had a bold idea. If a paragraph is really a bunch of roses every day, she sells 500 pieces a day. More than 10,000!
... cough!
She can't have such an idea! She is very rich now!
Wang Zi pulled the sleeves of Lahu Xia and asked, "Mom, why do you want to give flowers to that uncle?"
In the summer, I touched Wang’s head.
I sold the flowers to him, and my mother earned 500.

It’s a pity to throw away the blame. It’s not the eyes of Zha Songting at home. After all, although there is no feeling between them, there is a man who can send flowers directly to the house. Song Ting is not a wood man. I want to come and sell it. The best choice, she just happened to buy these 500 pieces in a treasure to buy lunch for children in remote areas.
Song Tingshen came out of the conference room. On the way back to the office, he passed the sales department. He saw a bunch of flowers on the desk of an employee of the sales department. Inevitably, he thought of the roses that he received this morning.
It is impossible to say that it is completely unintentional. After all, this flower has already been sent to the home.
Back at the office, Song Ting thought about it and dialed the number of Wang Tsai with his mobile phone.
Wang Tsai quickly picked up the phone and shouted: "Dad, what are you doing! I am eating out with my mother!"
Song Ting-shen pretended to inadvertently ask: "Is mom beside?"
Wang Zi back: "Mom went to the bathroom, I am waiting for her with her foreign teacher!"
Song Ting deepened, "Wang Tsai, Dad asked you one thing, don't tell mom, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Where did the bunch of flowers go home this morning?"
Wang Tsai tried to think back, but fortunately, the interval is not long, he will not forget, "Mom gave an uncle, my mother said to sell to him! Earn 500!"
Song Tingshen: "..."
He thought about several possibilities, but he never thought that Xia Xia would sell that bunch of roses.
Even he did not find himself, and he already had a shallow smile in his eyes.