Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 613 Answers
Song Qishan had never done this kind of thing before, and he slammed into it, causing Qiu Mei's lips to hurt.

Before scolding anyone, he was grabbed twice again like a chicken pecking at rice.

Not enough romance, more than funny.

Song Qishan felt that he had accomplished his goal, so he closed his eyes and waited for the beating.

Let's do it, anyway, I kissed him, even if he was beaten to the hospital today, he wouldn't lose money.

However, the pain on his face could not wait for a long time, and instead he heard a laugh.

Song Qishan was about to open his eyes when suddenly his head felt dizzy and his back hurt slightly, and he was turned over and pressed on the table.

He thought to himself, but felt relieved that his boots had landed on the ground.

However, instead of a fist, it was a woman's soft lips.

Song Qishan was so shocked that he was kissed by Qiu Mei several times like a little daughter-in-law.

"Why don't you kiss well? Need me to show you a demonstration?"

After hearing Qiu Mei's words, Song Qishan finally opened his eyes, and his speech became stammered.

"You, what do you mean?"

Qiu Mei kissed him again, "Guess?"

Song Qishan pinched himself hard, the sudden pain made him tremble, but he grinned happily.

"Isn't this a dream?"

But it was more moving than the most beautiful scene in his dream.

Qiu Mei straightened up and patted Song Qishan's chest.

"Get up, do you still want to lie down?"

Song Qishan hurriedly stood still as if waking up from a dream, and pinched himself again after a while.

Seeing his stupid appearance, Qiu Mei really couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Speaking of which, how do you know I'm here?"

Song Qishan couldn't help but tilt his mouth up when speaking, "Then you guess now."

Qiu Mei glanced at him, "Don't tell me I'll continue to kiss you?"

Song Qishan's mouth was tightly shut, and he almost shouted "you are coming soon".

In fact, even if he didn't mention Qiu Mei, she could guess that she often had a vague feeling that someone was following her, but this feeling was intermittent, and Qiu Mei was relatively confident in her strength, so I didn't care too much.

In addition, I heard from Song's father and Song's mother that Song Qishan's main activities are reselling clothing and electronic products in Pengcheng.

Xingyue clothing company also has a large share in Pengcheng, Song Qishan might be able to know from this that Duanyang is a Xibei product, and then he realized something was wrong and followed them all the way.

Speaking of this, Qiu Mei asked Song Qishan again, "Aunt and uncle said your business is doing well?"

Mentioning this, Song Qishan couldn't help feeling a little proud, "At least I can marry you."

Pengcheng is simply a place full of gold, Song Qishan has the feeling of standing on the wave of the times, being pushed to keep moving forward.

He watched Qiu Mei get started all the way, and he also had some talent in business, so he really developed it to a certain scale.

However, this pride is a bit depressed after thinking about the scale of Anye Foods now.

At this moment, Qiu Mei asked him, "Two years ago, you asked me for an answer, but you became a deserter. Do you still want this answer?"

Song Qishan was startled and frightened, but when he thought of Qiu Mei's actions just now, he became more courageous.

"want!"

Qiu Mei didn't speak in words, but answered with her mouth.

As the two became attached to each other, Song Qishan hugged Qiu Mei tighter and tighter, feeling like a poor man becoming rich.

His heart was washed by this emotion, and he wished he could cry up to the sky.

The two separated, and Qiu Mei added a sentence lightly.

"Actually, my answer now is the same as it was two years ago, but you ran away before listening."

Song Qishan was shocked, "What?"

Qiu Mei shrugged, "That's what you think."

At this moment, Song Qishan wished he could give himself two slaps, including the one he was two years ago.

How stupid he is to torture himself for two years.

Depend on!
(End of this chapter)