she caused the gods to fall

Shen Daiyi's breathing was sluggish, and his fingertips scratched the skin of the back of her neck.

So itchy.

……

The food cooked by the private kitchen restaurant brought by Song Qingyan tastes very good.

After eating, it took more than ten minutes to arrive at his current address, Jingyuan Villa.

After getting off the car, Shen Daiyi felt a little regretful.

"What are you doing in a daze? Afraid I'll eat you?" Song Qingyan looked back at the person standing still, and he knew that Shen Daiyi regretted it at a glance.

I regretted it when I got to the door of the house, and there was nowhere to run.

Shen Daiyi straightened her waist: "I just think your house is quite big."

Song Qingyan seemed to smile: "Let's go, nothing will happen to you."

The house is different from the Chinese-style decoration of her home. It is more modern and European-style. The front yard is very large, and it takes a long time to enter the house.

At the door, Shen Daiyi heard a dog barking from inside.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a snow-white figure squatting at the door, wagging its tail vigorously and sticking out its tongue.

It's fat.

It's coming up.

"Sit still."

Fatty sat down again and did not move.

"It listens to you now." Shen Daiyi said, she remembered that it was naughty before.

"Beat him, he's afraid of me now." Song Qingyan brought her disposable slippers: "Come in."

Shen Daiyi put on her shoes and looked at the fat pier, who seemed to be looking at her too, but without Song Qingyan's order, it didn't dare to move.

Shen Daiyi wasn't sure if Pang Dun remembered herself, and whether she would be rejected if she got close to it rashly.

One person and one dog, with big eyes and small eyes.

Until, Song Qingyan said to Fat Dun: "Come here and say hello to your mother."

Fat Dun rushed over immediately and circled around Shen Daiyi enthusiastically.

"Wow~"

Feeling its closeness, Shen Daiyi squatted down, bent her lips, and finally dared to reach out and touch its head.

Fat pier rubbed his head against Shen Daiyi's face, and his whole body pressed heavily, and Shen Daiyi sat on the ground all of a sudden.

"You've crushed your mother, get up." Song Qingyan's voice was a little colder.

Fatty groaned.

Mom or something, she didn't feel ashamed before because she thought she would be Song Qingyan's girlfriend sooner or later, but in fact, it was just her wishful thinking back then, and now they can't even talk about friends, so it doesn't matter how many times you listen to it now, it's fine shame.

Although Shen Daiyi minded in her heart, seeing Song Qingyan fierce and fat, she said, "Don't be fierce about it."

"it is good."

"And that... Don't worry about the fact that I called myself my mother before." Shen Daiyi felt that she had to say something.

Song Qingyan slowly returned: "Before you gave it to me, you were its owner and raised it for a while. Is there anything wrong with calling yourself a mother?"

"Uh..." Shen Daiyi was still sitting on the ground, thinking about this question, Song Qingyan looked directly at her, "There seems to be nothing wrong."

Seeing that she was still sitting on the ground, Song Qingyan reminded: "Don't sit on the ground, it's cold on the ground."

Shen Daiyi stood up quickly, but she didn't know whether the floor was mopped too clean and slippery, or the disposable slippers had no anti-slip function, so she was about to slide forward and kneel as soon as she stood up.

Just when her knees were about to touch the ground, Song Qingyan hugged her, her whole body was hung on the man, and because she was afraid of falling, she had already tightly wrapped her hands around his neck.

Song Qingyan wrapped his hands around her waist, and his breath was full of feminine fragrance.

He lowered his head so that his thin lips could touch her white ears.A little force can hurt her.

Shen Daiyi was really embarrassed: "Why is your floor so slippery?"

Song Qingyan answered her words: "Auntie probably mopped the floor in the morning."

"..."

Your aunt is really good at mopping the floor.

From now on, no matter where Shen Daiyi goes, Pang Dun will follow.

Very happy to see her.

As if he still remembered her.

Shen Daiyi played with Fat Dun for a while before she remembered that she came to see the Huanghuali chair of the Ming Dynasty today.

"Where did you put the chair?"

"In the study." Seeing that she had played enough with Fatty, Song Qingyan said, "Come with me."

When he went up to the study on the second floor, Fatty didn't dare to follow. The first floor was his activity area, but Song Qingyan forbade it to go up to the second floor.

Shen Daiyi took out her mobile phone to take pictures, but she didn't forget that she promised Gu Jiazhi to send a video to share with her.

There was a faint scent of ambergris in the study room. The brown-red bookshelves were very tall. In addition to many books, there were also expensive antiques on the bookshelves, including two calligraphy and paintings in the middle.

The desk was simple, with the curtains behind it, and she saw the huanghuali chair beside the desk at a glance, which was placed next to the chair that Song Qingyan usually sat in when he was working.

"Can I move out and watch?"

Song Qingyan took the initiative to move the chair out, opened the curtains a little more, and let in plenty of light.

Shen Daiyi's eyes lit up, and she began to appreciate the carving technique of this chair, which is indeed the work of a master carpenter in the Ming Dynasty.

Shen Daiyi took a video and sent it to Gu Jiazhi: "I really want to take it home."

Gu Jiazhi: "Ask Song Qingyan!"

8500 million, Shen Daiyi can afford it. After seeing the real thing, she regretted not continuing to bid at the auction. If she chased the price, the other party would definitely chase after it. After all, she heard that the Jiang family Jiang Chao is also the owner of a very rich family. Son.

Shen Daiyi thought about it, she saw Song Qingyan made two cups of tea and put them on the table, the man took off his suit, only wearing a shirt, and was drinking tea lazily leaning on the desk.

"Song Qingyan."

"Ah."

"I offer 8500 million, would you give me the chair?" Shen Daiyi asked boldly.

"I don't want to."

She, she knows.

After all, it was my own whimsy.

Song Qingyan rubbed the cup noodles with his fingertips, looked at her and said, "This is my dowry for my future wife."

Then, wouldn't it be impossible to take a second look at the chair after that?

"Then, forget it."

Shen Daiyi gave him the back of his head again.

Song Qingyan put down the teacup: "If you really like it, I can send it to your house for you to watch it all. The premise is that I will be on a business trip tomorrow, and Fatty has to be sent to your house for a few days."

This kind of pie fell from the sky, which made her a little dizzy.

Shen Daiyi: "What did Fatty do when you were on a business trip?"

Song Qingyan was persuasive: "Auntie can feed and walk the dog. However, Auntie has asked for leave. If you are willing, I will not find someone to feed and take care of it."

Shen Daiyi struggled for a moment: "How many days are you going?"

Song Qingyan: "Seven days at the latest."

It's only been a week, and she's not at a disadvantage.

Shen Daiyi saw his hand propped on the table, the red marks on it were very eye-catching, she thought for 2 minutes, and finally agreed.

"Tomorrow I'll have someone deliver the chair and the puff to your house." "Um..."

At this time, Gu Jiazhi sent her another message in two voices.

Shen Daiyi originally wanted to click to convert to text, but for some reason, she missed playing.

"Have you asked Song Qingyan? Will he pass it on to you?"

"To be honest, this chair, no matter how I look at it, is really suitable for sitting on it doi."

Shen Daiyi: "..." Is it too late to make friends with Gu Jia now?