President Song has a way of chasing his wife

Chapter 39 Song Qingyan is Angry

Bai Xiao shook his head without thinking: "There are still two days before leaving school, you should go back first."

After that, he lay back down again.

"Don't forget you are my assistant."

Song Qingyan slowly closed the notebook, her voice was flat as always, but Bai Xiao could clearly hear the threat in it.

Being pinched by someone, even though Bai Xiao was reluctant, he could only agree, and nodded feebly: "Okay, I'll clean it up now."

Bai Xiao hurriedly got out of bed to wash up, hurriedly packed her luggage, and followed Song Qingyan to the parking lot.

It might be that Song Qingyan thought that Bai Xiao was walking slowly with her luggage, so she took the suitcase from her hand and walked in front.

Bai Xiao was lazy in the first place, so of course he would feel at ease in this meeting.

Quickly following Song Qingyan's pace, she looked at him curiously: "Aren't you in a hurry yesterday, why are you rushing back to BJ today?"

I still remember that this fellow asked me to take him shopping yesterday, why did I rush back to BJ today.

Song Qingyan opened her thin lips lightly, and spit out four words: "Special circumstances."

Bai Xiao pouted and said nothing.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Bai Xiao originally wanted to sit in the back, but Song Qingyan drove him to the co-pilot.

As soon as she sat down, she saw Song Qingyan open the car door and put a large bag of snacks into her arms.

Bai Xiao was stunned for a moment, but didn't react.

Song Qingyan explained, "I'm afraid you'll be bored on the road, so I just bought some."

When he regained consciousness, Bai Xiao was both surprised and delighted. As a foodie, these words were so hot.

In addition, there is an inexplicable feeling spreading from the bottom of my heart.

This is the first time someone has taken care of her feelings in such detail.

Bai Xiao hugged the snack in his arms tightly, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

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Song Qingyan drove seriously, while Bai Xiao lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, not communicating much.

Suddenly, Bai Xiao seemed to think of something, raised his head and glanced at Song Qingyan, with a tangled look on his face.

She promised her second aunt to mention Yang Lan in front of Song Qingyan.

Right now, this opportunity seems to be very good, but I always feel that there is something stuck in my heart, and I can't say it.

But since you have promised others, you must do it.

Bai Xiao persuaded himself in his heart, so he just mentioned it. As for whether the two can succeed, it depends on their fate.

After hesitating for a long time, he made up his mind and decided to speak.

Clearing his throat, he looked at Song Qingyan and said, "I have something to tell you. It is my second aunt's youngest daughter Yang Lan. You have met her. What do you think of her?"

Song Qingyan raised her eyebrows, and the driver glanced at her suspiciously: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I think she is very sensible, good-looking and good at studying, and she is a good match for you." When talking, Bai Xiao lowered her head, pretending to be looking at her mobile phone, with a very casual look.

Song Qingyan's handsome face gradually turned cold, but Bai Xiao didn't notice it, and kept talking to himself.

"My second aunt also thinks you are pretty good. You have more time to contact Yang Lan."

Song Qingyan's aura was extremely low, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be dropping continuously.

But Bai Xiao still lowered his head, as if in a trance, without noticing it.

Song Qingyan held the steering wheel with one hand to steer the car forward, and pinched Bai Xiao's chin with one free hand, forcing her to raise her head.

"What do you mean? You think I'm a good match for her, and you want me to contact her and end up with her?"

His tone of every word was very heavy, and his voice was unusually cold.

Bai Xiao was caught off guard and was forced to raise his head. There was no expression on his face, and he hummed lightly.

Then she took Song Qingyan's hand away, turned her face away, looked out the car window and stopped talking.

Seeing her like this, the ice on Song Qingyan's face melted in an instant, the corners of his mouth rose little by little, and finally there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

(End of this chapter)