This phone was given to her yesterday. It was just released in China, but she already has it, so she put it away and threw it in her bag. Now she is just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

Seeing that there was a gift, Han Ruoyi could not resist the power of sugar-coated shells. She quickly took the phone and glanced at it a few times, then smiled sweetly: "Thank you sister, I like my sister the most."

"So good." Yun Qingni reached out and hugged the little girl, rubbing her little face intimately.

Song Baojun smiled knowingly next to him, then looked at Song Shixian sitting opposite him pouring tea, and asked, "Dad, where is that girl Jingtong?"

"It's time to attend the classmate's day. I won't go home for dinner in the evening. By the way, you come to my study room. I want to tell you something." Song Shixian looked at Song Baojun with a strange look, then stood up and walked towards the study room.

Song Baojun was stunned for a moment and thought his father was going to talk to him about Han Weiwu. He quickly followed his father and walked into the study one by one.

As soon as Song Baojun stepped into the study door, Song Shixian grabbed his ear. Song Baojun grinned and shouted, "Dad, what are you doing? Let me go."

Song Shixian did not let go, but closed the door with his backhand to prevent the movement from spreading, and said angrily: "You kid are capable, which girlfriend did you bring back?"

"What girlfriend? I am just ordinary friends. Dad, don't talk nonsense." Song Baojun then understood what his father meant and quickly explained.

He knew that his father was a traditional person, so he would definitely not be able to stand his fickleness.

"You still have a friend? Do you think your dad is a fool? I'm not familiar with her eyes?" Song Shixian sneered immediately.

As a handsome old man, he likes many women. He knows the eyes of those women better than anyone else, so he can easily see Yun Qingni's favor for Song Baojun.

But this kid always said that he was an ordinary friend, but took him home. Isn’t this a scam? How could he take an ordinary friend of the opposite sex home for dinner?

"You really wronged me. I'll take someone to ride home. You can't let others go back directly, right?" Song Baojun explained with a sad face.

Although there is a little ambiguous relationship between the two, they have a far-fetched relationship with their boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Really?" Song Shixian's face suddenly calmed down a little, and he asked with some doubts.

"I swear." Song Baojun quickly raised his hand and acted as if he had sweared.

"Forget it, it's useless to swear. You kid, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise you'll suffer." Song Shixian snorted coldly, then let go of Song Baojun's ears, and then the father and son walked out of the study and returned to the living room.

Otherwise, if you leave Yun Qingni in the living room and ignore her, it would be too neglecting the guests and would be rude.

Wu Guifang in the kitchen has also been busy. As the Song family's economy has improved, the food on the table is also extremely rich.

Especially when Song Baojun was having dinner at home, he had to cook at least five dishes and one soup at home, and the rice had to be cooked in a pot.

Song Baojun asked Yun Qingni to go to the table for dinner, while Wu Guifang opened a bottle of drinks and sat next to Yun Qingni and asked about her well-being to help pick up food. Her kind mother-in-law made Song Baojun feel overwhelmed and she was too lazy to concentrate on eating.

After a meal, Song Baojun chatted with Yun Qingni for a few more words before getting up and sending her away.

After seeing Yun Qingni away, Song Baojun went back to the room to rest and locked the door of the room before he sat on the bed and closed his eyes and entered the imaginary space.

At this moment, the imaginary space has changed a lot more than before, and the space is getting bigger and bigger and more perfect. Song Baojun walked directly into the temple that is more luxurious than the palace and saw the philosophical personality staying next to the soul furnace.

"Subject, you are here." The philosophical personality took the initiative to greet Song Baojun.

"Yes, how are you doing here recently? My secret energy supplements are doing well, right?" Song Baojun smiled and asked with some smugness.

Recently, in order to supplement the secret energy, Song Baojun has indeed put a lot of effort into eating and drinking. Every meal is ten times or even more than others. In addition, the external environment has also improved, the secret energy is growing faster and faster.

The philosophical personality moved, and said in a funny tone: "It's still far from it. If you could marry Ling Anqi earlier..."

"No, no, no, a gentleman does something and does not do anything. It's not that I can't borrow her secret power. I'll stop this for the time being." Song Baojun shook his head desperately and directly interrupted his philosophical personality.

He knew that these personalities cared about Youneng very much, but he couldn't do anything to get Youneng. That would be too sorry for Ling Anqi, so he asked her to hand over her body to a man who didn't love her.

"Okay, but Liu Qinglin has also reached a critical moment. You can find Ling Anqi to absorb her secret energy in the past few days and solve Liu Qinglin's affairs first." The philosophical personality also knew that Song Baojun was not very happy and did not continue to discuss this topic.

When Song Baojun heard about Liu Qinglin's incident, his face became much more serious. The situation on Liu Qinglin's side was no longer optimistic. If he delayed for a while, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the philosophical personality is progressing well, so I only need to find Ling Anqi to absorb the secret energy.

He decided to go to Liu Qinglin's house in the next few days to solve the problem. In this way, he would also get the support of Liu Chongshan, and it would be convenient to do a lot of things next.

"By the way, give me the keys you got." Just as Song Baojun was thinking about Liu Qinglin's condition, his philosophical personality suddenly approached Song Baojun and said.

"Key?" Song Baojun suddenly felt a little confused. What did he do with his philosophical personality and his keys? He is in a personality state now, where can he get the keys at home?

The philosophical personality also realized that what he said was too simple and explained: "The key to the fantasy forest, didn't you get a bracelet last time? That's that."

"Isn't that thing a food? How could it be brought in..." Song Baojun said as he reached into his pocket and actually touched the bracelet.

There are three keys in Fantasy Forest, and this bracelet is one of them. Wang Lingjuan's necklace is also one, but her one has completely failed.

As long as you can get three keys, you can format and reorganize the Fantasy Forest into the imaginary space. In other words, you can turn it into a large amount of secret energy and be absorbed by the imaginary space.

Taking out the bracelet, Song Baojun threw it directly to the philosophical personality and asked, "What do you want this thing to do? Isn't it useful to get three handfuls?"

"It's useless to get three of them together. Wang Lingjuan's one has completely lost its effect. I plan to use this key to study it again and find a way to control the fantasy forest through this key." The philosophical personality directly confessed his thoughts.

If the fantasy forest can be converted into a ghost energy for the imaginary space to absorb, the huge ghost energy will bring great progress to the construction of the imaginary space and the awakening of personality.

After hearing what philosophical personality said, Song Baojun could only nod. He knew nothing about these tasks anyway, so it would be enough to deal with them with philosophical personality.

After staying in the imaginary space for a while, Song Baojun left the imaginary space, lay on the bed and read the book for a while before going to bed.

...

As the secretary of the Newport Security Committee, Feng Jialin's work is actually quite easy. He has his subordinates doing most of the troubles on weekdays. It can be said that he works no more than two hours a day.

Moreover, this job has a high salary and good benefits, and because of being a member and secretary, even if some Xingang managers see her, they will be polite and respect her three points.

The more she experienced the benefits of power, the more she became in awe of Song Baojun in her heart. She knew that Song Baojun could replace her at any time, making her from a lofty committee secretary to a worthless one.

Because she was going to attend the class reunion, Feng Jialin had finished her work yesterday and asked her subordinates to keep her work today and she would come over to deal with it tomorrow.

Early in the morning, she started to dress up in the room, and spent more than two hours before spraying Chanel perfume on her body, carrying her newly bought lv bag, and then she was about to go out.

"Oh, my daughter is going to go out for a date with her boyfriend today? She is dressed so beautifully." Feng Jialin's mother was sweeping the floor in the hall. When she saw her daughter's outfit, she immediately teased.

Feng Jialin said coquettishly, looked at his mother and said with a smile: "No, it's just a class reunion. By the way, I'll drive my dad's car out later. When my dad gets home, you can tell him."

She planned to drive to attend the class reunion this time. After all, she wanted to pick up Song Baojun. She couldn't just run over and take a taxi, right?

In fact, she also has a car, but the car has been driving for many years. It was left to her by her father, so she was embarrassed to drive it out, so she had to borrow her father's Toyota to drive it.

"It's okay, go." Feng Jialin's mother was also a veteran. She knew that the class reunion was used to comparing, so she would always be a little embarrassed to drive a better car over.

Feng Jialin ran to the parking lot downstairs and found his own car. When he got in, he started the car skillfully and rushed towards the place where Song Baojun said.

After the car arrived at the destination, she took out her cell phone and dialed Song Baojun's number. As soon as the phone was connected, she took the initiative to say, "Commissioner Song, I have arrived at the intersection. When do you see when will you come here?"

"Wait, it's here in ten minutes." Song Baojun on the other end of the phone answered and hung up the phone directly.

Feng Jialin suddenly felt a little depressed. After looking around, he made sure that Song Baojun was not there, he secretly curled his lips, thinking that he had gone out to see other boys before, and it was the first time he had been waiting for him.

However, thinking of the differences in the identities of the two, she only dared to complain in her heart, and she didn't even have the courage to say it out loud. Otherwise, if Song Baojun heard it, she would get out of the position of secretary.
Chapter completed!