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After Song Ling came out of Guan Minglang's place, he directly contacted the real estate developer introduced by Guan Minglang.

The developer's name is Zhang Chunming. Since the couple neglected to take care of their daughter when they started their business in the early years, they were handed over to the nanny to take care of them. Unexpectedly, the child suffered from depression due to unkind people.

His wife sought medical treatment many times to no avail. In the end, Guan Minglang was cured. The two became friends after going back and forth.

Zhang Chunming was very caring about the people introduced by Guan Minglang.

But Zhang Chunming did not expect that the person who came was actually the second son of the Song family.

He has heard some rumors in the circle. It is said that the second son of Song came out of the Song family, and he doesn't know what he has in the Song family. Yue is the blood transfusion in the hospital.

But the Song family is flourishing, and they dare not discuss it.

Baomu Group is like a local rich man in the local area. Those who do business have more or less suffered a little loss.

Logically, he shouldn't have sold the house to Song Ling, but Guan Minglang still had to give it to save face.

Zhang Chunming hesitated for a while, thinking that to be a human being, one must be righteous and repay kindness. Guan Minglang has never asked him for help, this is the first time.

Zhang Chunming: "President Song, please."

Song Ling followed him to the real estate.

The real estate is on the riverside, with the river in front, the park in the back, and the commercial center outside the park.

It is not far away from the world, but also avoids the hustle and bustle.

The house is on the second top floor, and the area is not too big. The single floor is about 200 square meters. It is a duplex design, and the upper floor is a flat floor.

The rough house is like moving a villa into a building.

Zhang Chunming: "According to your request, the balcony is big enough to grow flowers and plants. The window of the room is big enough to lie on the bed and watch the street lights. If you like astronomy, you can go to the second floor to set up a telescope."

Song Ling: "..." Zhou Qingluo clearly talked about the starry sky and lights, but why did he turn into astronomy and street lights?

But Song Ling was very satisfied with the house, "Let's go, sign the contract, I will pay in full."

Zhang Chunming: "..." Rich.

At this time, Zhou Qingluo called Song Ling, and Song Ling signaled Zhang Chunming not to speak.

Zhang Chunming stepped aside politely.

Zhou Qingluo: "Where are you?"

Song Ling: "Miss me?"

Zhang Chunming was shocked, "?" Didn't Guan Minglang say that this person is very indifferent, so let him take more care of him?

However, he was indifferent to him, probably the person opposite was his girlfriend.

No, it is said that this Second Young Master Song has a special sexuality, so the opposite is probably his boyfriend.

Zhou Qingluo: "Be serious, it's already noon, and I'm asking if you're coming back for dinner?"

Song Ling glanced at the time, and signed the contract in the afternoon: "I won't come back, I'll eat whatever I want."

"It's not clean to eat outside, where are you? Shall I deliver it to you?"

"I'm shopping."

"Well, if you don't come back to eat, my dad will cook less and hang up."

"and many more."

"how?"

"Don't you ask me what time it is? If I stay out at night and spend time drinking..."

"Whoever stops you, love to go."

After the other end hung up the phone, Song Ling looked at the phone and chuckled.

Zhang Chunming couldn't help but think of the time when he and his wife were in love, and it was like this, you and I were so affectionate, and you could recall it for several days after making a phone call.

Zhang Chunming: "Mr. Song, why don't I go downstairs and wait?"

Song Ling tidied up his expression, and looked unkind again, "Let's go."

Zhang Chunming: "..." How cold this person is in front of him is probably how doggy he is behind him.

Song Ling followed Zhang Chunming to the sales department to sign a contract and smashed a golden egg. He won the first prize and was given an electric car.

It is a simple transaction of paying in full and delivering the goods in one hand.

The staff also set off a colorful firecracker with a sense of ceremony, "Congratulations to Mr. Song for the wedding room."

Song Ling changed his indifference from entering the sales department until now, and hooked the corners of his mouth in a rare way.

As soon as he left, several employees began to discuss.

"Who is so lucky, skip the envy and jealousy, and directly hate."

"So rich, 500 million in full."

"By the way, how do you know it's a wedding room?"

"Boss Zhang said that he wanted to take his wife to watch the starry sky and the lights."

"Mr. Zhang clearly said that he was looking at astronomy and street lights. You made it so hypocritical."

"That's not the way to say it romantically, it's the beauty that love bestows on life."

Song Ling wouldn't know that the transmission process of the information was full of errors, but when it reached the public's ears, it was word for word.

After all, he also began to be like an ordinary person, and began to be endowed with beauty and romance in life.

On the other side, as soon as Zhou Qingluo got up, Zhou Shoulin came over with a smile, washed the fruit for him, and handed him snacks, then sat down beside him and sighed.

"Hey!"

Zhou Qingluo felt guilty, should he talk to Song Ling by himself... He knew about that kind of thing, right?

People of the older generation are more conservative in thinking, what if they cannot accept it?

Although he said that it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman as long as he brings back the object, but according to Zhou Shoulin's character of being a good guy and wanting to be a good guy, maybe he was just talking big to comfort him.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Auntie Li in the next unit wants to introduce you to someone."

Zhou Qing Luo Xin immediately got up and refused: "Dad, I'm still young."

"Not too young, almost 22."

"It's really young!"

"I don't think so. After all, I haven't bought a house. How can I talk about a partner? That's irresponsible to people."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."

"I was thinking, I want to earn more money and buy you a house as soon as possible. In case this fate comes, I have a plan, right?"

Zhou Qingluo understood, Zhou Shoulin was beating around the bush, insinuating, and talking about something else.

"Dad, tell me, are you going to expand the store again?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Xiao Song has a lot of friends and has taken care of a lot of business, and now he has indeed earned a lot of money. As for me, I just want to rent a store, hire two helpers, and also do dine-in. Your father and I are so good at craftsmanship, others Wouldn't it be a disadvantage if you can't eat it?"

Zhou Qingluo found it amazing that Zhou Shoulin was not confident at first, but now he can say these words naturally.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly thought that Zhou Shoulin took this step because Song Ling dragged him out.

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips and hid his smile: "Did you conspire with Song Ling again to get all the documents done?"

Zhou Shoulin waved his hand, "No, Xiao Song said last time that you can't ignore your emotions just because you have a good temper. This time, I will discuss it with you first."

No matter how tightly Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips, he couldn't help smiling, "Well, if your health can handle it, I can, but if your health is not good, you have to stop."

Zhou Shoulin: "Okay, then I will start to prepare. I will cook. Xiao Song will be back in a while, and I will discuss it with Xiao Song."

Zhou Qingluo sat on the sofa, flipping through the comics, but couldn't read a single picture.

Song Ling is really...

The corners of his mouth became more and more curved, and finally he opened it flat, covering his hot face with a comic book, and laughed softly.

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo, what are you laughing at? What makes you so happy?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Aren't you smiling?"

Zhou Shoulin was stunned on the spot.

Zhou Qingluo: "Oh, I'm reading comics, there is a funny plot in the comics."

"But you took the book upside down."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

"Okay, stop wandering, call Xiao Song quickly, and see what he is up to and when he will return."

Just as he was about to make a call, Song Ling came back, his lips turning purple from the cold.

Zhou Qingluo turned on the small sun heater and moved it to another place: "Why did you come back?"

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo fixedly, holding the key in his pocket, and smiled.

Zhou Qingluo was embarrassed by his look, "Look at the fire and see what I do."

Song Ling looked away, let go of his hand, and dropped the key back into his pocket.

This is still a rough house, so we can't say yet.

"Why are you frozen like this? Didn't you say to go shopping? Did you buy it?"

"Oh I got it."

Zhou Qingluo saw that his hands were empty, "Where are the things?"

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then took out the key and handed it to Zhou Qingluo, "I bought an electric car."

Zhou Qingluo took a look at the key. The key was bigger, all metal, and there were words on it. "Is the electric car key so big? It looks like a house key."

Song Ling was stunned.

He slowly took out another bunch of keys, "I made a mistake, it's this one."

Zhou Qingluo returned the key to him, but after looking at the electric car key, he nodded, "Oh, this is the electric car key, the same brand as the one at home."

Song Ling took back the key and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qingluo asked again: "How much did you pay for this?"

Song Ling choked again, how much does an electric car cost?He has never bought it, and no one around him has bought it, so he doesn't know the price.

However, according to the trend of the lithium battery industry and manufacturing industry, it should be about a few thousand dollars.

Song Ling: "How many thousand dollars?"

Zhou Qingluo: "How many thousand?"

Song Ling: "..."

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo who was still waiting for his answer, and asked him, "Then how much did you pay for yours?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Three thousand two hundred and five."

Song Ling: "Oh, that's about the same. I'm three thousand two hundred and nine."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingluo sighed.

Song Ling: "What? Is it expensive?"

Zhou Qingluo: "No, I was thinking about buying a car, and before I had time to discuss it with you, you bought an electric car."

Song Ling: "Buy."

After buying a house, buying a car, buying.

Zhou Qingluo: "Forget it, let's buy a house first, and then save enough for the down payment."

Just as Song Ling was about to talk, Zhou Shoulin was ready to cook, "Yes, we still need to buy a house first. If Qing Luo finds a partner in the future, he will have a place to live when he brings him back."

Song Ling: "Then Uncle Zhou, Qing Luo is not young anymore, when will he bring his partner back?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Auntie Li next door said she wanted to introduce someone to Qing Luo, Qing Luo, do you want to go and have a look?"

Song Ling: "No way!"

Zhou Shoulin: "Why?"

Zhou Qingluo watched from the sidelines, and let some people throw stones at his feet.

Song Ling was silent for a while, without saying a word, he lifted Xia Zhou Qingluo, motioning for him to speak.

Zhou Qingluo: "That's because he wants to go."

Song Ling: "?"

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile, "Dad, Song Ling is older than me, and also wants to fall in love. You should introduce him to him first."

Zhou Shoulin: "Okay, Xiao Song, when do you think you have time?"

Zhou Qingluo acted as if nothing had happened, Song Ling gritted his teeth with hatred.

Zhou Shoulin: "But Xiao Song, don't blame uncle for being talkative. You should find time to wash off your tattoo, in case the parents don't understand you and misunderstand you and think you are a bad boy."

Song Ling was startled, pursed his lips and did not speak.

After a long while, he said, "Then Uncle Zhou, do you think I'm a bad boy?"

Zhou Shoulin said cheerfully, "Of course I know you are a good boy."

Song Ling smiled openly, glanced at Zhou Qingluo, "That's good."

Zhou Shoulin took a closer look at Song Ling's tattoo and froze in place.

Zhou Qingluo interrupted: "Dad, why are you staring at his tattoo?"

Zhou Lin smiled: "I've seen this flower before, it's so expensive, I just thought of an old friend."

Seeing Song Ling's increasingly pale face, Zhou Qingluo changed the subject. He looked at Song Ling: "By the way, have you got the bank card yet? I'll get paid tomorrow."

Song Ling came back to his senses, "I didn't have time to do it, so I called you."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Shoulin joked: "How can you beat Luo Kali with your own salary? What if Qing Luo ran away?"

Song Ling smiled, stretched out the hand under the table, and grabbed Zhou Qingluo's hand under the cover of the tablecloth, "Then I'll chase after it."