she caused the gods to fall

Song Qingyan replied: "I don't use the bathtub very much on weekdays, you can do whatever you want."

Shen Daiyi looked at this luxurious and multi-functional bathtub, which can accommodate three to five people. The massage function should be very good. Isn't it a pity that it is not used much on weekdays?

Shen Daiyi: "Okay."

Song Qingyan: "Will it work?"

Shen Daiyi: "I'll do some research first."

The multifunctional bathtub in Song Qingyan's house is different from hers. His is more intelligent and advanced, with a lot of remote control buttons, and there is no reminder as to which button is used for it.

Song Qingyan: "Shen Daiyi, isn't it faster if I teach you?"

Then, a video played, and Shen Daiyi hesitated for two seconds before answering.

After 5 minutes, Song Qingyan finished explaining: "Will you meet?"

"Um……"

"Try putting some hot water on."

Shen Daiyi turned on the hot water.

"All right…"

"Ah."

There was a splashing sound of water, steaming steam, and a layer of water mist formed on the phone screen. Inexplicably, the atmosphere became a little subtle.

Song Qingyan breathed heavily: "Don't soak for too long."

"it is good."

"Then I hang up, I'm going out to get my pajamas and take a shower."

Shen Daiyi hung up the phone in a hurry.

The cloakroom is actually very large, and there are many clothes, ties, belts, and watches of Song Qingyan placed here.

It should be that the cloakroom of the guest bedroom couldn't fit so many of his things, so they didn't evacuate them all.

And if all of Shen Daiyi's things are really moved here, then this cloakroom will be filled with her things.

To be honest, it's not at my own home, let alone at a hotel, but at Song Qingyan's home.

Shen Daiyi didn't regard herself as the hostess here, but an outsider who lived here temporarily, and she wanted to take a bath in his house, just thinking about it, she was inexplicably embarrassed.

In the bathroom, Shen Daiyi put her pajamas on the shelf, the water was almost full and steaming, Shen Daiyi stood in front of the mirror, struggled for a while, and took off her clothes.

The woman has a slender waist and thin bones, and her figure is uneven. She slowly sank into the water.

Sunset Clubhouse.

Song Qingyan was summoned to his private wine bureau by Fu Botang as soon as the entertainment was over.

Fu Botang called him here, of course he wanted to ask about Mrs. Song.

He really wanted to know who was Mrs. Song whom Song Qingyan had worked so hard to marry back home.

However, my wife Chagang, he is holding a mobile phone, playing a video, busy coaxing people...

"Mr. Song."

"Brother Yan."

In the box, a few more sons came in. They looked at Song Qingyan and greeted them one after another.

Every time I see him, I feel that this man is a role model for my generation, always so unmatched by others.

The height he has reached now is far from what they can climb.

I saw a tall and tall body covered by a black coat. Song Qingyan was sitting on the sofa, slowly playing with the ring on his finger. He lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

Hearing the sound, Song Qingyan stopped playing, raised his eyes, nodded slightly, and responded to them.

Someone asked: "Brother Yan, why are you wearing a ring on your hand?"

Song Qingyan slowly opened his lips: "Can't you see the wedding ring?"

what?

Everyone exclaimed and gasped.

wedding ring?

Song Qingyan married?

When did this happen?Why so suddenly?It was a little bit of wind and did not receive it.

There were many doubts in their minds.

However, Song Qingyan obviously didn't intend to tell them more.

Before Fu Botang finished his phone call with his wife, his patience was limited, so he got up and left.

After he left, Fu Botang's phone came after him: "You left before I said a word to you, and you are in such a hurry to go back to find your wife?"

Song Qingyan: "Well, worry."

Row.

Anyway, it is very unaccustomed.

Fu Botang clicked his tongue: "No, as a child who grew up with you, I have to meet your Mrs. Song with my own eyes. When will you arrange it?"

Song Qingyan: "Let's talk about it after a year."

It's almost Chinese New Year, about half a month away.

Fu Botang: "Okay, you'd better not be perfunctory to me, or I will go to your house in the next year."

Song Qingyan: "Well, it's dead."

Fu Botang looked at the group of old men, and thought of his wife at home, suddenly lost his interest in drinking, so he simply went back to find his wife and forget it.

So, the group of aristocrats were left to discuss Song Qingyan's marriage in the clubhouse, and the news quickly spread in the circle.

They still couldn't understand why Song Qingyan got married all of a sudden?

In their impression, Song Qingyan was such a man who was so out of the ordinary, with nothing in his mind, how could worldly love get his hands on him?are the least likely to marry.

As a result, the wealthy young men who drank on top began to speak loudly.

"It's arranged at home. If you want to get married anyway, let's get married! Anyway, whether you get married or not, it doesn't make any difference to him!"

"If you're married, you can actually block those Yingyingyanyans. Song Qingyan might think so in her heart."

"Don't let them miss our God Son Song's cultivation!"

"Hahaha……"

Jingyuan Villa is brightly lit.

Mosaya fell asleep in the kennel, and soon, he heard the sound of a car outside the door, and the owner's father came back.

Auntie had already gone back, Song Qingyan took his time to change shoes and enter the door.

The fat man smelled something delicious in his hand, but he obviously didn't buy it for it.

The second floor, the master bedroom, the massage function of this bathtub is indeed very comfortable. It has been more than an hour since Shen Daiyi took a shower and washed her hair. She is wearing a gray-blue suspender nightdress with the same color jacket.

Shen Daiyi dried her hair, and there was a knock on the door of the master bedroom. When she heard the movement, she paused.

Song Qingyan is back?

For some reason, people are a little overwhelmed.

Shen Daiyi took a deep breath, fastened her coat, and went out to open the door.

Outside the door, there was a man in a shirt and trousers. The scenery was beautiful, and the two looked at each other.

"What's up?"

Shen Daiyi is not very comfortable.

Song Qingyan said: "I brought you something to eat."

Shen Daiyi wanted to say that she wasn't hungry, but she didn't eat much at night, and she spent a lot of energy packing her luggage just now. She was actually hungry. When she was taking a shower, her stomach kept growling.

I couldn't say that sentence because I'm not hungry, so she had to go downstairs with Song Qingyan.

The two are in tandem.

On the dining table, the porridge brought back by Song Qingyan was hot and delicious, and the smell whetted the appetite.

Song Qingyan brought two bowls, clearly intending to sit down with her to eat.

There was heating in the room, so Shen Daiyi didn't wear much clothes, but her feet were still quite cold.

Shen Daiyi thought of a good way: "Fatty, come and cover mother's feet."

"Wang."

Fatty then lay on Shen Daiyi's feet, sticking out his tongue, with a cute expression on his face begging for praise.

Shen Daiyi couldn't help but laugh, and her stomach was really warm, and after drinking the porridge, her body was warm and warm, as if there was a small stove on the side roasting.

She licked her lips, the bowl of porridge was finished quickly, a faint powder appeared on her cheeks, and she began to feel a little hot.

The fragrance of a woman permeated the space, Song Qingyan said: "Tell me what is missing in the master bedroom, and let Auntie make it up for you tomorrow."

"No, everything is quite complete, nothing is missing."

After eating the porridge, Shen Daiyi asked to wash the dishes, but Song Qingyan didn't say anything, so she gave the dishes to her to wash.

He added: "My razor was in the master bathroom vanity drawer, I had to go in and get it."

Shen Daiyi was busy washing the dishes: "Okay, go in and get it."

After a while, she remembered that the clothes she had changed in the bathroom hadn't been cleaned up, and the dishes hadn't been washed, so she hurried to catch up.