These stores are very willful and will not sell them after they are sold.

Moreover, every family has to line up.

She rarely asked for anything to him, and he had to do it no matter what.

"Okay, I'll call now to order." Song Shaoyan was still a little sleepy.

But he had to do what Josnian told him.

However, Qiao Sinian is making such a big fight, he doesn't believe it's nothing.

Josnian hung up the phone and Rolls-Royce drove forward.

The snow is still falling, the sky is gloomy, and the sun will not appear in the past few days.

At first glance, it was all white.

The pedestrians on the road were holding umbrellas, walking in a hurry, and snowflakes fell on the trees, on the umbrellas, and on the road, painting monotonous pictures.

Song Shaoyan works quickly, decisively and extremely efficiently.

When Qiao Sinian drove to the intersection, the road was closed and the car was unobstructed.

At this moment, Qiao Chengfan called Qiao Sinian.

"Dad, you didn't go home yesterday."

"Um."

"Dad, are you awake?"

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

Qiao Chengfan slapped his mouth, he was also very diligent, why did Old Qiao dislike him so much?

"Dad, where are you?"

"Outside."

"Then are you going home? I want to drink Lin Ji's soy milk." Qiao Chengfan grabbed the phone with his eyes, "You can take me along the way, okay?"

"It's not going well, another day."

Qiao Chengfan immediately deflated: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Sinian's car happened to be parked at the door of Lin Ji.

Because of the snow, there are much fewer people than usual, but their enthusiasm remains unabated.

Qiao Sinian wore a black scarf, put his hands in his coat pocket, and stood silently behind the crowd after getting off the car.

A few snowflakes fell on his head, wetting his forehead.

"Master Qiao, don't tell me, you blocked the road just to come here to buy soy milk." Song Shaoyan suddenly drove over.

This man looks about the same age as Qiao Sinian.

He opened the door of Bentley and walked straight towards Josnian.

Song Shaoyan wore a long gray coat, elegant and elegant, and very tall.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Sinian frowned slightly.

"I'm a little curious, but it happened that Ayin wanted to drink the soy milk here." Song Shaoyan smiled slightly.

"Ayin? The woman you raised outside Gu Huiyin?" Qiao Sinian glanced at him indifferently.

"Um."

"You're worried."

"Master Qiao, you came out so early to queue up, don't tell me that I bought it for Hinayana?"

Song Shaoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his beautiful eyes were endless depth.

"Absolutely." Qiao Sinian looked ahead silently.

"Absolutely?" Song Shaoyan didn't believe it.

"You should go to the back to line up." Qiao Sinian thought he had many problems.

"No need to queue up. My boss and I are acquaintances, so I will leave it for me every day." Song Shaoyan curled his lips.

As he said that, he walked inside.

"Master Qiao, please help you with it?"

"No." Qiao Sinian refused.

There are not many people today.

After ten minutes of waiting, Qiao Sinian bought it.

He walked directly to his Rolls-Royce, while Song Shaoyan was already leaning against his black Bentley.

A few snowflakes fell on Song Shaoyan's head, and the young man's figure became more and more independent.

A little bit of elegance is added to the falling snow.

Song Shaoyan smiled slightly, his eyes filled with soul-stirring depth: "Have you gone back?"

"Yes." Qiao Sinian opened the car door and reminded, "Song Shaoyan, be at ease, don't forget that you are married."

Song Shaoyan did not respond.

Qiao Sinian got into the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator to leave.
Chapter completed!