Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

There are countless assets under Pei Ming's name. There are seven or eight houses in Beijing alone, and there is a row of luxury cars in the garage. Although Lin Song has signed a contract to enjoy half of the assets, the change does not happen overnight.

There are too many involved in it, and it needs professional operation.

In the evening, the two had a candlelight dinner at home. Lin Song lay on the sofa and stared at the contracts in a daze. There was a string of zeros at the end.

"Still watching?" Pei Ming came over and patted his butt casually. Lin Song, a person who exercises regularly, has a good body line, especially a certain part is very elastic.

"I was thinking, according to the normal salary level, I may earn 20 a year in a year, and I will work for 100 years, and the money I earn is not as much as your fraction."

Lin Song sighed in a dignified manner: "The wicked rich man."

Pei Ming reminded him: "Now these are all yours, you want to say that you are hateful?"

Lin Song changed his words in seconds: "Rich people really smell good."

The two had a few words, and Lin Song suddenly remembered the business, "Brother Ming, I want to change my mobile phone number, I will apply for a new card tomorrow, it happens that I will go to work with the teacher next Monday, and I will change my existing phone number in the next two days. The business on the mobile phone number is a toss."

These days, mobile phone numbers are bound to various services, and changing the number means that all the software needs to be re-installed, and the degree of trouble can be imagined.

"Why do you want to change?"

Lin Song lowered his head so that Pei Ming could not see the look in his eyes: "Brother Ming, Zheng Wan sent me another message today, and I want to cut off contact with them."

"Now I have left Changtianyuan. She doesn't know that I live here, and I changed my mobile phone number. I think we will really lose contact in the future."

In the huge city of Beijing, if a person changes his job, residence, and contact information, the chance of meeting him by chance is 1%.

When the two took pictures in the afternoon, Lin Song stared at the phone in a daze for a few minutes. At that time, he seemed to be in a bad mood. At that time, Pei Ming thought it was someone else who made Lin Song angry, but it was Zheng Wan again.

He suppressed all kinds of thoughts, nodded and said to Lin Song: "Okay."

"I don't go to work tomorrow, I will accompany you."

Seeing that Pei Ming didn't ask any more questions, Lin Song heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he could stop contacting Zheng Wan and the others, he would not be afraid of trouble.

Anyway, the mother and son have no relationship, and he thinks he doesn't owe each other anything.

Under the water of red wine, it is easy to breed certain ideas.

The two are in a relationship, and they wear the rings given by each other on their index fingers. Certain things happen naturally, not to mention that now Lin Song is lying on the bed with his butt facing Pei Ming, which is even more exciting.

"Song Song, I think." Pei Ming pressed hard on Lin Song, his voice a little hoarse.

There was scalding heat from Lin Song's back, and his cheeks turned red. To be fair, he was busy earning money to support himself a few years ago, and his energy was distracted. His five-fingered brothers were rarely useful.

With such a hook from Pei Ming, Lin Song felt a burst of dryness spread from the tailbone.

"Brother Ming." He called out in a low voice, then turned his head and exchanged a long kiss with Pei Ming.

The night breeze is slightly cool, and the indoor temperature is gradually rising, so I have a good night's sleep.

Various studies have proven that certain things can trigger a fever, especially for the first time.

Originally, Lin Song planned to apply for a card, but he had a fever early in the morning, and he fell on the bed with an abnormally red face, and he was so weak that he couldn't even get up, let alone go out.

"Well, leave me alone, let me sleep for a while and I'll be fine." My body knows it by itself, not to mention that Lin Song has done his homework before, knowing that fever is normal, and he will be fine after a night of sleep.

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Although short, but here I am, continue tomorrow, I want to stand up