After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Wen Rushi's eyes were full of playfulness and he asked, "Why is Yingying suddenly interested in computers?"

Because of this decision, the Finance Department, which was originally selected, officially became a competitor with Song Ling.

Song Yingying showed a simple expression: "It would be nice to have my father and brother earning money. Earning money is very tiring. I don't want it. I want to sit and wait to die."

"..."

Could an adjective be any better?

Song Yingying began to explain the legitimate reason:

"I want to be a director in the future and produce good-looking movies. Unfortunately, I didn't take the art test, so I can only take a backseat to study computer to see if I can learn editing, animation design and so on."

"Being a director is very expensive, so Yingying has to save money." Wen Rushi said leisurely.

"No." Song Yingying entangled him seriously: "It's not that I work hard, it's that my brother should work hard."

Song Ling: "?"

Song Yingying said confidently: "Brother must work hard to earn money. The more brother earns in the future, the more dividends my sister and I will get!"

Even if they don't inherit the family property, they all have shares in the company and are also shareholders, and they can get dividends every year.

Song Ling: "..."

Father Song laughed loudly: "Yingying is right, Xiao Ling needs to work harder."

She has been waiting for Yingying to make a decision on whether to contact the company in the future, and now she has made a decision, and if there is no accident, then Xiao Ling will be a stable heir.

Song Ling was a little unhappy instead.

If she is in business, she must have a good mind.

Why would she not?

A meal, finished in their own ghosts.

Wen Rushi was left behind and slept in the guest room.

Before Song Yingying went back to her room, Song Zheng stopped her.

In fact, Song Yingying felt that she was a little drunk, because her body was drunk.

Sure enough, it was the heroine's physique of getting drunk after a cup. She had been relying on her own reason to force herself to look normal.

Song Yingying turned around and smiled at Song Zheng: "What's wrong, sister?"

Song Zheng looked at her rosy face, frowned, and reached out to touch her forehead.

Song Yingying remembered that the person in front of her was unfriendly to her, and she actually reached out to her. Was she going to do something to her?

Song Yingying's eyes were sharp and her hands quickly held Song Zheng, and she threw her over the shoulder with a "snap".

But he also lost his strength limply, and lay face down on the ground straight up.

"Hiss..." Song Zheng didn't realize that she was thrown by her for a while, and propping herself up to sit on the ground, she saw that Song Yingying fell by herself.

"..."

For a while, I don't know what expression to make.

Since when did this girl get so strong, and she is quite skilled in over-the-shoulder throws.

Song Zheng looked at her rosy face, closed her eyes, and breathed calmly.

Is this drunk and asleep?

Song Zheng picked her up like a chicken, and dragged her limp person to Song Yingying's room.

Wen Rushi held an empty glass and wanted to get a glass of water, but found that Song Zheng was dragging Song Yingying like a dead man, and raised his eyebrows and asked:

"You knocked her out?"

It's hard to argue.

Song Zheng lifted Song Yingying's chin, and showed him the flushed face:

"I don't hit drunks."

Hitting people must be open and aboveboard, and the blame for falling over their shoulders will be settled after Song Yingying wakes up.

Wen Rushi walked over, his tender face looked like a pink glutinous rice dumpling, strawberry flavored, and looked easy to pinch.

He didn't restrain himself either, and stretched out his hand to pinch Song Yingying's face, and said contentedly:

"Sure enough, it feels good."

I've wanted to do this for a long time, but the previous Song Yingying had such a face, but she was so stubborn that no one would touch her.

"Pervert." Song Zheng smacked him and dragged him back to his room.

Wen Rushi was not used to being scolded suddenly, but since it was Song Zheng who scolded him, he should get used to it.

If the three members of the Song family hadn't looked alike, Wen Rushi always suspected that two of them were not his own. Yaomei, Song Yingying, is as simple as a fool, and her brain is useless. Who told her to be kind.

Song Zheng didn't want to bother with her as soon as she slapped the bed.

Turning around and going out, Song Zheng couldn't help but turned back before going out the door, took off her shoes, covered her with a small blanket, then went downstairs and asked her aunt to cook hangover soup, and confirmed that she gave Song Yingying the hangover soup After feeding, I went back to my room to rest.

Song Yingying drank because she said "adult", so she should be responsible in the end, right?

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After waking up drunk, it is inevitable that she will feel unwell, but Song Yingying moved her limbs and found that nothing seemed to be wrong. Someone probably gave her sober soup.

This broken body, one drink is enough, and it is still broken after drinking. This kind of feeling that I can't remember what I did is really uncomfortable.

She didn't take a shower last night, so Song Yingying ran to the bathroom to take a shower in disgust.

Song's mother usually doesn't ask the children to wake up for breakfast, let them count until the time they sleep, anyway, just put the breakfast in the microwave and heat it up, or ask someone to bring it directly.

It's not too late for Song Yingying to wake up, everyone didn't go to bed until this time last night, it was rare for her to catch up with breakfast.

Wen Rushi hasn't left yet.

Wen Rushi wanted to pinch again when he thought of the good touch last night, but it is estimated that people in a sober state would never be able to pinch him obediently.

Wen Rushi couldn't help sighing.

"Why is Xiao Shi suddenly sighing?" Mother Song looked at him jokingly:

"Xiao Shi, you are already 25 and [-], and it's time to seriously find a girlfriend, what's the matter with always having fun."

"Aunt, why are you worrying about this?" Wen Rushi turned the blame on Song Ling:

"I'm playing anyway, isn't my aunt worried about my cousin's problem?"

Song Ling is considered a talent in a certain way, he can actually not care about love and care at all, just like a monk with asceticism.

The monk cuts off all emotions and desires, he is not the same as the monk, Song Ling is very greedy for money.

Speaking of this, Song's mother became angry: "Before the birth of Xiaoling Xiaozheng, his father and I were still thinking about how to deal with our son's puppy love in the future, but in the end there was no chance to deal with it. It was a waste of saliva and time to chat."

Song Ling is focused on making money.

Song Zheng focused on fighting.

Yingying focused on Jiang Qi.Of course, just before.

Song Jian smiled but did not answer.

"Isn't it good to be free?" Song Zheng respected her wishes very much:

"If mom wants to experience the taste of beating a mandarin duck with a stick, I am willing to condescend to fall in love for mom and let mom beat you to death with a stick."

"Don't." Song's father was afraid: "Don't want anyone else, Dad can support you and Yingying for the rest of your life."

Don't doubt, he is in the connotation period.

"Yes." Song Zheng replied lazily, she glanced at Song Yingying:

"Did you hear that? Don't want anyone else."

Song Yingying's innocent face: "I heard it."

She has high vision, well, the mother and fetus have been single for so long because of her high vision!