Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Ning Yichu never thought of making up for it.

How to make up?

Before she and Song Xiuyuan, there was no clear account at all.

Of course, he owed her.

But Ning Yichu didn't want to continue to entangle with him.

If she had wanted to, she would not have made such a decisive and crazy decision back then.

"Song Xiuyuan." Ning Yichu sighed, "I told you a long time ago, all the routines you guys can think of to deal with girls are useless to me."

She knew Song Xiuyuan too well.

His emotions are always extremely restrained and conservative. With his brain cells, he would never think of doing these actions unless he is instructed by someone.

The No.1 choice that Ning Yichu could think of was also Huo Yanshen.

But she didn't want to speculate casually, and she didn't want to speculate on what they communicated with.

She only hoped that Song Xiuyuan would stop making such childish actions again.

There may be people in this world who like this, but she would rather not like it at the beginning.

Seeing that Song Xiuyuan did not move for a long time, Ning Yichu opened his suitcase and stuffed his things into it as much as possible.

When tidying up the skin care products on the table, Ning Yichu sneered, "It's really inappropriate to have such a set of customized skin care products worth tens of thousands in this home, it's really too abrupt."

She packed everything, besides the suitcase, she also packed several storage bags, and lined up in front of Song Xiuyuan.

Song Xiuyuan looked at Ning Yichu dumbly, "Do you have to do this?"

"Are you questioning me?" Ning Yichu thought it was funny, "You broke into my house illegally, and even wanted to take over my residence on a whim. It was kind of me not to call 110 immediately."

"Li Qingzi!" Song Xiuyuan shouted seriously.

Why Ning Yichu, he only recognized her as Li Qingzi, she was Li Qingzi!

Ning Yichu didn't respond, and said to himself, "If necessary, I can help you take the things down."

After all, one person may not be able to carry so many things, and there is a brand new monitor.

Song Xiuyuan leaned his back against the door, and said sadly, "It really is futile."

Ning Yichu squinted his eyes and hugged his chest, "If you always want to apply other people's formulas, you will never get your own correct answer. Song Xiuyuan, you will never understand this truth."

Song Xiuyuan was silent for a long time, then nodded, "Yes, you are right."

He took two steps out with a sad expression, he paused in the living room, thinking that Ning Yichu would speak out to keep him.

Ning Yichu did speak out——

"Your stuff," she reminded.

Song Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing at himself, what was he expecting?

"Please throw it away." Song Xiuyuan said, and then rushed out without even changing his shoes.

He stepped on a pair of slippers that didn't fit well, and went all the way downstairs.

But when he left the corridor door, he immediately regretted it again.

He just left, just gave up?

After that, if you want to enter this door again, it may not be so easy.

After Song Xiuyuan left, Ning Yichu calmly sat back on the sofa in the living room.

Looking at the storage boxes all over the floor, Ning Yichu fell into deep thought.

Do you really want to throw it?

What a waste of things.

She doesn't do such stupid things.

Originally, she didn't want to take advantage of this, since Song Xiuyuan didn't want it anymore...

Then she is welcome.

So Ning Yichu opened a certain second-hand platform a, and after a short operation, he listed all these things left by Song Xiuyuan at a discount.

After finishing these tasks, Ning Yichu was satisfied.

Those who know the goods can recognize these things as good ones, so they don't have to worry about not being able to sell them.

At that time, her small treasury will not be able to make any money. In the future, Xiaobao will have so many places to spend her money, so she can have some confidence.

Ning Yichu nestled on the sofa, replying to the buyer's message beautifully.

There are more people who know the goods than she imagined. As soon as the goods are put on the shelves, all kinds of people come to ask the price.

Just as Ning Yichu was indulging in it and trying to push the price with these buyers, the door lock moved again.

Ning Yichu sat up straight vigilantly, and saw Song Xiuyuan coming back with a basket of fruit.

From the sofa in the living room to the entrance, the two stared straight at each other for two seconds.

Then Song Xiuyuan carried the fruit into the kitchen without saying a word.

When he came out again, he had a fruit plate in his hand.

The fruits were all cut into small pieces, there were four or five kinds of them, and there was a large plate full of them.

Song Xiuyuan sent the fruit plate to the tea table in front of Ning Yichu, his eyes turned from top to bottom, and unintentionally glanced at Ning Yichu's mobile phone screen.

The interface of her mobile phone is still stuck in the chat box where the buyer asks if the price of one of the suits that Ning Yichu has hung up can be lowered.

Song Xiuyuan didn't pay attention at first, until he realized something was wrong.

Why is the suit on the picture in the chat box so familiar?

Song Xiuyuan turned his head, and when he went to the bedroom again, he had already discovered the clue.

The things that were originally packed were dismantled, and they were spread as flat as possible in various places.

Probably for the convenience of taking pictures.

When Ning Yichu wanted to stop Song Xiuyuan from entering the room, it was already too late.

Song Xiuyuan turned his head, Ning Yichu was standing right behind him, her head almost hit his chest.

Ning Yichu suddenly felt unwell, she pretended to be calm, and even wanted to use forceful words to win back some aura for herself.

Song Xiuyuan said, "You better have a reasonable explanation."

"Explain what?" Ning Yichu shook his hair nonchalantly, "I want to report the trash you throw away as I like?"

Song Xiuyuan was so angry, "You think these are rubbish?"

"What is trash that no one wants?"

"Li Qingzi!" Song Xiuyuan was so angry that he even wanted to grab Ning Yichu's phone.

Ning Yichu was on high alert, dodged and hid in the bathroom, and locked the door behind him.

"Come out, let's have a good talk." Song Xiuyuan shouted outside.

Ning Yichu turned a deaf ear to it. At that time, she also had no intention of caring about the news on the second-hand platform.

What she didn't understand was why Song Xiuyuan left and returned.

If he hadn't come back again, he wouldn't have encountered this embarrassing scene.

But the matter has come to this point, it is impossible to ask her to be soft, and she has to insist on three points if she ignores it.

After she figured this out, Ning Yichu turned on her phone again, and didn't push the price any more, but anyone who liked the things she hung up, could bargain at any price, as long as she was sure she wanted it, she would be able to make a deal with them.

Ning Yichu squatted in the bathroom for at least an hour, and when the last item was ordered, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her body easily.

When he opened the door and came out, the house was very quiet, Song Xiuyuan sat on the corner of the sofa and looked straight at Ning Yichu.

Ning Yichu put down his mobile phone, which was almost out of battery, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Song Xiuyuan snorted and said, "You are really good, very good."

Ning Yichu calculated this wave of income, and said with satisfaction, "I would also like to thank Mr. Song for the gift. If you want, you can come a few more times. Mr. Song's things are good, and you will never worry about selling them."