Try changing my plan again?

▍If you are reluctant, you can often come to my house to see them

"Does this happen all the time?" Jiang Song was afraid that Ruan Mian wouldn't be able to react, and pointed to his cell phone, "Just now."

Ruan Mian sighed, "It's not too much to say, and it's really not too much to say less, but there are also those who are particularly easy to talk about. After all, it's my own family. They spend money, so it's understandable to ask for more. Earning money in this business, Eat the bitterness of this business."

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "Have you ever thought about giving up?"

"Yes, why not." Ruan Mian laughed twice, and pointed to the packing box in her arms, "But if I quit, where can you find a designer who will accompany you to eat edamame? "

Jiang Song also laughed, picked up the cigarette case and waved at Ruan Mian, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Ruan Mian, "Would you mind giving me one too?"

Rolling down the car window, Ruan Mian took the lighter and lit the cigarette, took a puff and looked out the window, her eyes were filled with confusion.

"Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, and no matter what job you do, it's not that easy to make a living. At least I picked a favorite."

As soon as the words came out, Ruan Mian was startled.

He has always been taboo to talk lightly, especially when he is with clients, even if it is just a joke, he will think about it according to the person's face. .

I don't know if it's a deep city or a high emotional intelligence.

He didn't understand why he would suddenly say such a low-minded remark that there was no need for it. Fortunately, the windows were open on both sides, and the wind was blowing in, so Jiang Song might not have heard much.

The place Ruan Mian rented was an old community, and it was not easy to get cars in the yard, so they parked their car on the side of the road and planned to walk in.

Ruan Mian slipped the big and small bags in her hand, "Where do I put them for you?"

Jiang Song pointed to the big barbecue, "Why don't you take this up and feed it to the dog, and make a good impression when we meet for the first time."

Ruan Mian was really scared to death.

This is the first time we met, and probably the last time.

Ruan Mian felt that she might need to reconsider Gouzi's whereabouts, "...do you have any common sense in life?"

Jiang Song, "Huh?"

Ruan Mian neatly stacked the takeaway boxes for him in the back seat, and babbled, "Such a small dog will soften the dog food, and you still have to take them to skewer... and even if they grow up You can’t eat it, dogs will suffer from kidney failure if they eat something with too strong a taste, and by the way, they can’t drink milk, they can only be fed goat’s milk.”

Jiang Song froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, "It's enough for the nanny to know this kind of common sense."

Ruan Mian, "..."

It seems completely irrefutable.

Houses are rented, but life is not.

Ruan Mian's place is not big, with one room and one living room, and it is very neatly tidied up, not at all dirty and messy like most single men.

Minimalist style, black, white and gray used in a large area with clear layers, only decorative paintings, cushions and curtains are embellished with some orange, which fully complies with the golden ratio of color matching.

And the most inconspicuous but also the most wonderful place should be the blue pug on the coffee table and the insignificant little bit of sapphire blue in the hanging picture.

The two cool colors that echo each other balance the monotony of only orange, bringing out the style and personality, with a full sense of design.

Ruan Mian is a person who can make do with everything, except where he lives.

It's not that Jiang Song doesn't know the sufferings of the world. He understands how stressful life is in Bei Piao in this place where every inch of land is expensive. He works hard for a month and half a month's salary has to be handed over to the landlord. Anyway, it's not his house, and no one else It will waste time and money thinking about taking care of it, and just getting a good night's sleep.

Jiang Song looked around the room within the scope of etiquette, and asked him with great interest, "Has this place been renovated?"

When the three left-behind dogs heard that someone was coming in, they all rolled over and scrambled, pulling on the fence and jumping like three living springs. Ruan Mian rushed over to appease the riot.

"Yes, I found a foreman and worked with him to shovel the wall for two days."

Jiang Song walked up to him and squatted down beside him, reached out and rubbed the soft little milk dog, "Ruan's design is quite versatile."

"Then you see, the cement mortar used for tiling is all mixed by me. The perfect ratio will never fail. That is to say, the work of a bricklayer is too difficult to do." Ruan Mian stood up, looking down at Jiang Song for the first time. ,"any drinks?"

Jiang Song didn't raise his head, "Coffee."

Ruan Mian, "...no coffee, no tea, I'm afraid of suffering."

Jiang Song, "Then Baishui."

Ruan Mian, "Coke, Sprite, and orange juice are available, sir, do you really not think about it?"

Jiang Song, "...Mr. doesn't like sweet things."

Although these three oil bottles are a real burden, at the moment when they really want to be taken away, Ruan Mian is a little bit reluctant.

When I had them, I ran home in a hurry every day, for fear of starving my little ancestor. When I entered the door, there were a few panting little creatures waiting for him, welcoming him back home happily.

The empty house is more or less alive because of their existence.

From now on, he will be a deserted and lonely family again.

After feeding the rations, Ruan Mian packed the children's "luggage" with his back to Jiang Song, and carefully spread a layer of mats in the dog box, constantly muttering that they should not throw food indiscriminately, and that they should get vaccinated regularly. It will take another month to take a bath. You can use dry cleaning powder to deal with it first. Although they are not very handsome, they can be regarded as cute and have a special flavor.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Song kept his eyes on him, watching him busy and listening to the mothers-in-law and mothers before he sent his son away for a long journey.

After a long time, he lowered his head slightly, and seemed to curl his lips slightly, "If you don't want to, you can often come to my house to see them."

Ruan Mian turned her head back with a serious expression, "Then I won't be polite."

Jiang Song returned to the car with the dog crates, placed them in the co-pilot, thought for a while, and then pulled the seat belts for reinforcement.

Before leaving for home, he took out his mobile phone and tapped the screen a few times with his slender fingers.

The app jumps successfully, and a row of search results appears on the page.

The Dog Bible

"Practical Rules for Raising Dogs in Families"

"Dog's Mind"

"Dog Meal"

"Dog Exercise and Health"

…………

Jiang Song carefully selected a few books, placed an order and paid the bill.

On the other side, Ruan Mian, who was sad at home alone, received a call from Feng Yu.

"What's your situation? Why did Zhao Yunxia from Xishan Yushu suddenly call and insist on changing designers? How did you offend her?"

"Maybe it's because she wants to run water and electricity point-to-point, so I refused." Ruan Mian frowned slightly, as if realizing something, "If you change the designer, did she say who she wants to change?"

Feng Yu said a name in a cool tone, "Bi Rongxi."

The author says:

Jiang Song is a good comrade