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"When did you buy it." Yun thought shocked, "What do you do with so much?"

"I just asked Song Yao to go to the house in the morning." Song Mian replied, "You will learn etiquette at home, and you want to live at home. Your chef lives farther. If you stop in another car and encounter a traffic accident, your breakfast will be gone. Landing."

Yun Xiangxiang’s chef is not qualified here in Song Mian. If he didn’t want to give Yun Xiang his own private space, he really wanted to be replaced by his own person. To make her feel free.

"So, did you buy them downstairs to live for them?" Yun Xiang finally understood Song Mian's intentions.

"I asked Song Yao to arrange it on two floors, with ladies upstairs and men downstairs, and a door installed at the staircase. The key is only for the ladies upstairs." Song Mian thought very thoughtfully.

The people who think about Yun, except Ai Li and Song Qian, are all arranged in the company's dormitory, which is indeed far away from her.

"As for here, you can take your parents over the holidays." Song Mian said again.

"So, your toy room..." Yun thought about visiting Song Mian's house.

Recalling that Song Qian said that Song Mian got the house two months ago, it should be re-planned and renovated two months ago.

Unlike hers, there is no study upstairs, there are five bedrooms, there is not such a large gym downstairs, there is a utility room and toy room.

"Prepared for your little brother." Song Mian smiled.

The interior designer he invited is naturally different from He Wei. If the same space is planned, it will feel much larger and make full use of every inch of space.

Using the most advanced materials and technology, he regards this as a home, not a house to live in.

Yun thinks of looking at Song Mian. Her heart is warm and her eyes are a little sour. She silently falls into Song Mian's arms.

Yun once thought that the money offensive will never work for her, but the money offensive is not terrible. The terrible money offensive is also mixed with attentiveness, love and warmth, making it difficult to refuse.

Song Mian did not say to give her the house. This amount of money is really not worth mentioning compared to his 500 million random purchase of jewelry.

He only helped her as a boyfriend. If she refused again, it would be her life and bravery.

Yun Xiang thinks that he is a self-respecting person, but he is also not a person who is so self-respecting that he does not understand the truth and is not good or bad.

"It's okay in the afternoon?" Song Mian took the initiative to take away the emotion that Yun thought about.

"Yeah." Yun thought softly, "Watching the script at home in the afternoon and doing homework."

I did a lot of homework yesterday, but I still have some time to finish, so I have to spend some time to get familiar with the operation.

"Then do it quickly, and you will have time tomorrow after you finish it." Song Mian took Yun to think and went to the office room, also on the first floor.

It's a very good daylighting, with a clear field of vision outside, and a shade of green trees in the distance, adjusting the direction of vision.

Song Mian also took his own computer, and the two were seated side by side.

The room was very quiet, the afternoon sun was falling, and a layer of tulle was draped over the two. They were doing their own things intently, without any communication, but there was a strong sweetness around them.

Song Mian will talk to Yun for an hour to remind her to relieve fatigue.

"How do you read these books?" Yun thought it was three o'clock when he finished his homework. When he looked sideways, he saw Song Mian holding a plant gene-related book in his hand.

His computer is also a lot of plant-related pages, can not help but tease him: "Want to change to become a biologist?"

It happened that at this time, Song Mian's computer popped up a video frame, and Yun thought that he would just face Master Song across the screen.

Both of them were surprised. Master Song first reacted. The first sentence was: "You two live together?"

Yun thought about it and hurriedly explained: "No, Uncle Song, I just asked him to teach me homework."

"Oh oh, I understand, I understand." Mr. Song said with understanding, but his face smiled unclearly.

Yun Xiang thinks that she can't tell. Fortunately, she is now in a neat dress, or maybe Master Song may have misunderstood.

Turning your help to Song Mian, you see Song Mian's fingertips lightly hang up...

"Will this be bad..." Yun thinks and asks Song Mian quietly.

"It's okay, he's used to it." Song Mian had just finished speaking, and Yun thought he would see his phone screen light up.

Yun thinks that the first reaction is from Uncle Song, but a series of numbers are displayed on the screen.

"My father." Song Mian smiled and answered hands-free.

Then came the voice of Mr. Song's anxious and corrupted: "Smelly boy, you are not filial son, and you don't come to see me when you return home. I remember that you are working hard for a lifelong event, and I don't care about you. You know that it is you now. I beg you Lao Tzu, you dare to arrogantly hang me? Do you really think that Lao Tzu is now dependent on you to feed..."

Mr. Song's fiercely cracked a lot, and Song Mian only spoke quietly: "Father, I opened the hands-free."

Master Song: ...

Regardless of how Mr. Song felt, Song Mian inserted another sentence: "You seem to scare my girlfriend..."

Yun thinks it is a bit stunned, but not frightened, but too subversive.

The last time she saw Master Song, how noble and elegant, a beautiful man who did not eat fireworks on earth, just like the handsome young man who came out of the ancient times. In Yun think, Master Song should be Yongronghuagui. .

But now...

Quiet, dead still.

I always feel that I have a high EQ, and Yun, who is doing a good job, does not know what to say.

"Ouch, I have a headache, a headache, let me hang up first." Master Song finally found an excuse to hang up the phone decisively.

"Okay, quiet." Song Mian also happily hung up the phone.

Yun thought about smirking at Song Mian, she tried to find a topic: "Why don't you give Uncle Song a note?"

Click on the phone, Song Mian gave Yun to think about the phone.

Yun Xiang thinks about it, it is Song Mian's address book, but there are no notes, all phone numbers.

However, there were only a dozen people in Song Mian's phone book, and he read it carefully: "What about me?"

The corners of his lips could not stop rising, and Song Mian took out another mobile phone: "Your is inside, only you."

Yun Xiang thinks in amazement and finds that this phone is exactly the same as hers except for the color.

The first word that popped out of my mind: couple's cell phone.

Suddenly he got hot, returned Song Mian's cell phone to him, and then stood up to collect things: "I'm done with my homework, I read the script."

Knowing that his girlfriend was shy, Song Mian did not embarrass her, and immediately gave way, he also packed up things: "I'll prepare some afternoon tea for you."

Yun thought nodded indiscriminately, and took the script to dig in.