Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

"What if I insist on you currying favor with me?" Song Yanshu hugged Qiao Wan in his arms. Fortunately, Cong Cong was eating and didn't see it.

Qiao Wan got away gently, she didn't like being forced.

"No."

She packed up the dishes and prepared to take them in.

"Make me a bowl." Song Yanshu sat at the dining table and ordered.

Qiao Wan felt that a man like Song Yanshu with a family fortune of hundreds of billions would not care about the value of a bowl of noodles.

"I think Young Master Song should eat delicacies from mountains and seas instead of this kind of food." She didn't know if he wanted anything, just tell the housekeeper to do it, why let her come in person?
"You're getting more and more misbehaving, and you don't listen to my orders anymore?" Song Yanshu tapped the table with his knuckles.

Qiao Wan had no choice but to go to the kitchen to make another bowl.

Song Yanshu got up and saw a blueprint similar to a design on the table not far away, and asked curiously, "Qiao Wan, did you draw this picture?"

In this picture, the plan, elevation, renderings, etc., the villa is designed very clearly, and there are indications beside it that it is a Japanese-style building.

"Um, Song Yanshu, don't touch me casually. This is for me to participate in the competition."

Because there is a small kitchen here, which is very close to here.

It's not the big kitchen that the butler and the others use, so the two of them can clearly hear what they are saying.

"It's not bad, can this be used to start construction directly?" Song Yanshu flipped through Qiao Wan's paintings, and suddenly had an inexplicable idea.

After a while, Qiao Wan came out with a bowl of fragrant noodles and placed it in front of Song Yanshu, then hurriedly washed her hands to get her work, and put the drawings away first.

"I've seen yours. I can give you the villa." Song Yanshu said lightly, as if he was talking about an extremely easy and ordinary thing.

It's just a gift of a villa. It's not a big deal, and it's not expensive. In his opinion, it's just a drop in the bucket.

"What do you mean, what villa, you mean, I designed this Fallingwater villa?"

Qiao Wan's eyes began to sparkle, after all, she once had a dream, which was to realize the works she designed.

"Well, I can build it according to this drawing and give it to you to live in, how about it?"

This is really attractive. In fact, what she is looking at is not Qiao Wan's expensive villa, but the feeling of reality made by her hard work. It's really cool!

"Uh, what's your condition?"

Qiao Wan felt that Song Yanshu would not give her a big cake so easily, he could only draw one for her and seduce her.

"Of course, the condition is that during this period, you must obey me unconditionally. No matter what I ask you to do, you must do it."

Isn't this just selling herself?
"I don't want it, Song Yanshu, you want to bully me again."

Qiao Wan put away her drawings angrily, and then found a safe place to put them away.

"Hehe, Qiao Wan, I assure you, you will definitely regret it!"

He lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles. Steam came out of the hot noodles, and a scent made people salivate.

The taste is really good.

"Forget it, let's change the conditions. You have to cook for me every day. How about it? You can do the rest."

After hearing this, Qiao Wan suddenly felt that she could still accept this condition.

This is equivalent to cooking every day, and you can have your own Falling Water Villa?
Then can't she use the money to revitalize Qiao's family?
"I'll think it over."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, she wasn't sure if she wanted to do this, but after thinking about it, Song Yanshu had so much money that she couldn't spend, if she didn't earn Song Yanshu and wouldn't suffer, it might as well...

"Come here and give me a massage."

Song Yanshu ate the noodles and said.

Qiao Wan glanced at him inadvertently. Song Yanshu ate noodles in an elegant and dignified manner. Those who didn't know thought he was eating the world's top meal.

"...Just now you said you won't command me!"

Qiao Wan muttered, put the things away, she has to reconsider her relationship with the pervert Song Yanshu.

"Just now, if you didn't promise me, you will take back what you just said."

Song Yanshu raised his eyebrows and said, after a while, the noodles were almost finished.

At this time, the butler came from outside to report the matter. Seeing Song Yanshu eating noodles, he couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Song would actually eat a simple bowl of noodles here?After all, the kitchen has prepared all kinds of delicacies such as steak, seafood, and abalone.

"Song... Young Master Song..." the housekeeper stammered.

Qiao Wan asked: "If you have something to say, please speak quickly, don't hesitate."

She didn't want to see the stunned eyes of the housekeeper, she still wanted to be in a daze.

"Say."

After Song Yanshu finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and ordered.

"People from the Xu family, they have come to negotiate with you, young master." The butler put away his surprise and said seriously.

"take me."

Song Yanshu said, got up and went out and closed the door.

Qiao Wan couldn't help thinking, the Xu family?Which Xu family is it? Where has she heard of it?

She always felt that her subconscious mind was particularly sensitive to this Xu family, but she couldn't remember it for a while, so she wanted to watch it for a while, so she had to give up.

And Qiao Wan patted her head, feeling that she was thinking wildly. After all, the Xu family and the Xu family had many families with this surname, so she didn't need to worry about it all the time.

Congcong pulled Qiao Wan's clothes and said, "Mother Xiaowan, I still want to go out to play, can you take me out for a walk?"

Qiao Wan has always had no resistance to cute children, so she nodded and said, "Okay, of course that's fine, Cong Cong is so obedient and cute, I'll change clothes and take you there later."

She looked down at the apron around her waist, and it looked like a housewife.

No wonder the housekeeper was so surprised just now, anyone who changed would feel that they belonged to the same family.

Qiao Wan asked the maid to take her to the luxurious cloakroom.

Once inside, Qiao Wan picked her up, and she transformed herself into a princess in a fairy tale, with endless changes of clothes and endless delicious food, no, this is clearly the life she is living now.

After thinking about it, she went in and picked out a few that she thought were suitable for a walk.

There's really a wide variety of styles here.

Suddenly, she spotted some recent Chanel styles, the ones that came out only a few days ago.

It just appeared in front of her. Aren't these things a cloakroom prepared for Song Yanshu's childhood? When did it start? It seems that this place has never stopped updating, and they are all styles that I like.

Could it be that what I like is exactly the same as what Song Yanshu likes?
This is too coincidental, right?

Even the favorite perfume and socks are exactly the same.

Qiao Wan was suspicious, but she thought about it right away. Maybe Song Yanshu couldn't forget his hair boy, so he kept sending people to update the wardrobe.

She walked down and picked out a few more beautiful ones, and then saw countless pairs of shoes on the cabinet, all of which were women's.

In addition to her favorite high heels, there are some comfortable flats, sandals, everything.

She suspected that she was having the most dream, no, there were not so many luxuries in the dream.

"These shoes?"

Qiao Wan asked the maid beside her.

The maid bowed her head and said respectfully: "Young master prepared them for you, you can choose whatever you want."

Qiao Wan couldn't help but read it silently in her heart.

"For me?"

She suddenly remembered that the butler said that Song Yanshu never asked others to prepare shoes when he was young, and he didn't like this thing to be prepared by others.

Qiao Wan suddenly realized that these things might really be prepared by Song Yanshu for herself.

After thinking about it, Qiao Wan suddenly let go a lot, and told the maid: "You take this, and this, this pile of things for me, and I'll go back and try one by one."

The maid reminded: "But Miss Qiao, there is a changing room here. You can change standing, sitting, or even lying down. No one will dare to say a word."

After hearing this, Qiao Wan knew that she had misunderstood, and said, "I know, but I'm more used to changing in the bedroom."

Otherwise, she would feel that she was in a huge garment factory, the most luxurious and high-end one.

There are so many luxuries here that she is dizzy.

"By the way, remember to remind you young masters, if possible, ask him to ask someone to prepare Cong Cong's clothes."

"Ok!"

Qiao Wan hurriedly took her clothes and two pairs of flat shoes. She was worried that Congcong had been waiting for a long time, so she quickly changed her clothes and took Congcong out for a walk.

Unexpectedly, these clothes fit her body very well, and they looked very beautiful on her body.

She and Congcong were walking on the road, and many people looked at her in surprise.

This woman is too good-looking, she is even more beautiful than a fairy, she is simply too cute.

And this kid, no matter how you look at it, how cute it is.

Congcong pointed to a milk tea shop in front and said, "Mom Qiao Wan, I want to drink milk tea."

Qiao Wan nodded and led him there.

She smiled and took out her own bank card, and swiped two cups of milk tea.

But as soon as he took the card back, a shiny and bright noble gold card was handed over, full of pride, and it was the exclusive royal gold card of the Song family.

Qiao Wan knew that only the president of Song's company would have that thing.

Looking along Jinka, Xue Zhen really looked at her arrogantly.

"What a coincidence? Qiao Wan, are you drinking milk tea here?"

She glanced at Congcong, and said in a strange way.

Qiao Wan didn't want to talk to her at first, but when she heard her sarcastic words, she couldn't help but turn back.

"Show off your gold card. There's no need to come to a milk tea shop to show off. You should go to various luxury brands in the shopping mall and buy a hundred, ten thousand luxury items."

Qiao Wan led Congcong to sit down, her calm and relaxed appearance completely angered Xue Zhenzhen.

"Hehe, do you know who gave me this gold card? Brother Yan Shu gave it to me. Do I need to approve anything I buy?"

Qiao Wan ignored her.

Xue Zhenzhen snorted coldly, continued to take out the gold card, and said, "I'll take those two drinks she ordered as well."

"But..." The clerk's eyes widened in surprise. After all, it was Qiao Wan who came first. Such behavior was too disrespectful.