After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an said that he wanted to give Fu Chengwang a surprise, but he really didn't mean it.

But Fu Chengwang looked at him and saw that it was too tight, he almost had no chance to stare at the production process of the surprise by himself, so he could only ask Grandpa Fu and the others to provide more snacks.

Perhaps in the eyes of modern people, this surprise is incomprehensible, but in the eyes of Song Jin'an, an ancient man, this is already the most blatant and straightforward gift.

He built a marriage bed.

The canopy bed in ancient style was made entirely of rosewood, which really cost him a lot of money.

Thinking about Fu Chengwang sometimes working too hard, he was still thinking about things when he went to bed at night, and he couldn't sleep well.So Song Jin'an customized a bed made of sandalwood, which more or less has the effect of soothing the spirit.

The main thing is that it is still very strong. The bed I sleep on at home now creaks and creaks non-stop when I move a lot, which is very scary.

However, he was also a little worried, wondering if Fu Chengwang would like such a bed, and would he think it was too frivolous for him to give the bed to him.

Grandpa Fu looked at the drawing and said with a smile, "Don't worry, he's too late to be happy."

Song Jin'an also smiled, lowering his eyes to draw his picture.

Grandpa Fu asked him: "In the future when you get married, you have to do all the calligraphy and paintings at home, right?"

Song Jin'an said: "Most of them are, but I still want to ask Grandpa Du to help me write a few pictures to support my aura."

Grandpa Du was indulging in admiring the paintings. When he heard this, he raised his head and stroked his mustache: "That's a good relationship. I am willing to treat it as my wedding present to you."

A group of old men began to chatter about what kind of wedding gift to give An An, so as to be worthy of him, who is like a banished fairy.

Song Jin'an couldn't laugh or cry, how could anyone discuss what gift to give him face to face?

He asked: "It's enough to submit the request, it's the same anyway, and I have to hand it over to him for safekeeping."

Grandpa Fu said with disgust: "Who cares about him? Marrying you is a blessing he has cultivated for several lifetimes. You are his best gift, and we will give it to him? It's a beautiful idea."

"Uh..." Fu Chengwang was really miserable, even his own grandfather was not willing to give him gifts.

At this time, a hesitant voice sounded: "I remember that An An is only 20 years old?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Song Jin'an was puzzled, and nodded honestly: "It's 20, just after the year."

Grandpa Fu took a deep breath, and patted his chest angrily: "What a crime! I have to wait three full years for such a fairy granddaughter-in-law! I still think I have to get married next year!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped patting his chest, and started patting his thigh anxiously.

Grandpa Yu comforted him: "It's almost the same now, it's just a formality."

Song Jin'an was confused and asked them what was wrong.

Xie Ran clicked his tongue and said, "The legal age for marriage for men is 22 years old!"

Song Jin'an was dumbfounded, it really still has to wait for three years!

It's not that he can't wait, it doesn't matter how long, as long as it's with Fu Chengwang.

It's just... He felt that Fu Chengwang couldn't wait... He was so anxious that he was already looking at the wedding venue.

Sometimes in order to choose a suitable venue decoration, I am overwhelmed and stay up all night looking at pictures.And he was so flustered that he forgot the important thing that Hyundai can only get married at the age of 22.

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to coax Fu Chengwang.

After finishing a painting, Grandpa Du took the initiative to ask Ying to help him send it to the Ministry of Commerce. After Song Jin'an thanked them, he invited them to have afternoon tea together.

Fu Chengwang had to work overtime at night, so Song Jin'an would not go to the company to accompany him, after all, he still had a lot of things to do.

After a few days, his business painting finally came to an end. After his party A inspected it to see if he was satisfied, if he was not satisfied, he would send it back to him for modification.

Mr. Fu, who had been neglected by his wife for several days, finally found a chance to ask Song Jin'an to accompany him to work.

Song Jin'an agreed after thinking about it, after all, he has really ignored Fu Chengwang recently, and always let him stay alone in the vacant room.

It made Fu Chengwang complain frequently: "Master Song, you are busier than me, the president who counts millions every minute!"

After going to the company, Song Jin'an didn't stay in the office all the time, he dropped by here and chatted there.

When you're done playing, go back to Chengwang's office to play on your phone.

He didn't know what he saw, so he stretched out his hand to compare, then stood up with a suppressed smile, walked to Fu Cheng's table, and said, "Sir, I'll go downstairs and be back soon."

Fu Chengwang agreed: "Okay, be careful." Mr. Fu was used to Song Jin'an running downstairs to play with his employees.

Song Jin'an found someone according to his memory and walked to the finance department.

After knocking on the door, amidst the enthusiastic greetings from everyone, he said, "Can I have a cigarette, please?"

The originally noisy crowd cooled down instantly, and the finance director timidly persuaded: "Madam, smoking is harmful to health, let alone you...you should stop smoking, right?"

Song Jin'an smiled and waved his hands: "It's not that I want to smoke, I just want to do a little test."

The supervisor took out a cigarette to Song Jin'an suspiciously, and asked again: "Don't smoke, ma'am."

"I see... thank you."

Song Jin'an went upstairs with the cigarette, and deliberately hid the cigarette in the pocket of the sweater before entering the door.

He walked in and walked around in front of Fu Chengwang, wanting to wait for Fu Chengwang to see him first when he was free.

But with Fu Chengwang, as long as Song Jin'an is there, he will always be free.Seeing Song Jin'an who obviously had something to say, Fu Chengwang stopped typing on the keyboard, stood up and pulled him over.

Song Jin'an sat straddling Fu Chengwang's lap, and under Fu Chengwang's questioning eyes, he smiled and said, "Fu Chengwang, can you hold the cigarette with your index finger and ring finger?"

Fu Chengwang frowned: "I don't smoke."

Song Jin'an clicked his tongue and patted him on the shoulder: "That's not the point, the point is the fingers!"

Fu Chengwang raised his hand obediently, took the cigarette handed over by Song Jin'an, and said sharply, "Where did it come from?"

Song Jin'an was obedient and honest: "I'll go downstairs and find someone to ask for it, I don't smoke!"

Fu Chengwang believed him, and tried to pinch the cigarette with his index finger and ring finger.

Fu Chengwang: ...

What a shameful move! ?

"Hahaha!" Song Jin'an laughed loudly, and finally saw the real overlord holding cigarettes.