Chapter 682 Qinger’s Answer Sheet

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Bai Song saw a family of women talking and laughing around an unborn child. The atmosphere was harmonious, and he felt a little dazed in his heart.

This is a scene that I couldn't imagine in my previous life. If I hadn't been born in such a special era, even if I had extraordinary abilities, I wouldn't be able to get several women to work hard for one man.

In the past, Bai Song only felt that the fate of this life was strange and wonderful, but now he suddenly felt grateful.

Bai Song is lucky, and now it has its own continuation, and everything left here seems to have no regrets.

Because of the child, Li Shuwang entered the house without any obstruction. Although she had no status and could not make any announcement, neither Xiang'er nor the princess regarded her as an outsider.

The conversation between the women has continued, always surrounding the child as a topic, talking about the child's gender, name, future plans, and aspirations for life.

Bai Song watched beside him without interrupting, enjoying the peace brought by his family.

At the end of the day, the most poignant topic is inevitable.

When Shu Wang's eyes stayed on the princess, she touched her belly and said with some reluctance: "Your Highness, in order for my child to have a bright future, I will leave this child to your care from now on. .”

The smile on the princess's face faded. Although Bai Song had already said this, but it really happened, there was still some distress on her face.

The biological mother of the child does not want to give the child to another woman, even if it is a husband, she does not want to bear the pain of separation of flesh and blood.

And another woman is unwilling to accept a child that is not her own, even if the child is her husband's flesh and blood, and she is unwilling to take on responsibilities and emotions that are not hers.

The princess had just married Bai Song. Although she had nothing happened with her husband, she had plenty of time. She believed that one day she would have children belonging to her and her husband, and she was not in a hurry.

The transfer of the child was very difficult for both women, but it seemed to be an irreversible decision.

Especially the princess, she wants to win her husband's heart and cannot go against his wishes on such matters.

After a long silence, the princess nodded, forced a smile, and said something against her will: "Don't worry, we are sisters, your child is my child, and I will definitely treat the child as my own."

Shu Wang felt a little better, not because he heard the other party's agreement, but because he felt the other party's reluctance.

This subtle inner change made Shu Wang feel more comfortable and at ease in the next two months.

The women in the family seemed to have endless things to say when they got together for the first time.

News came from the bank, asking Bai Song to come over.

Bai Song was reluctant and wanted to spend more time at home listening to a room of women talking. This was a difficult leisure time. Even when he was in Youzhou, because there were not many family members, it was deserted and there was no battle like now.

But then I thought again, among the women in this group, only Qing'er didn't come in. All the women in the family had a companion here, but Qing'er was the only one who was working hard for herself outside. She felt sorry and silently told herself that Qing'er was his wife.

In the bank, Qing'er thought about what Bai Song had entrusted her to do day and night. She was running around in the market every day and was extremely busy.

Because he was too busy and had no time to think about the relationship between men and women, he was unaware of Bai Song's indifference in recent days.

Seeing Bai Song coming, he hurriedly pulled Bai Song into the backyard room and said, "Ms. sir, I have found a few ways to make a living in the past few days. You can see if it works."

With that said, Qing'er took out a roll of paper and handed it to Bai Song.

There were several rough plans written on the paper.

The first one is to invest in Chen's Publishing House.

The second one is the enclosure of the capital.

The third one is hoarding bamboo and making paper in Baoshan.

At first glance, it is obvious that these first three are plans modeled after Youzhou's original industries, and they are completely used to make up for the numbers.

When Bai Song saw Qing'er writing these three things at the front, he smiled and shook his head, thinking that his casual words had stumped this girl.

Qing'er was a little nervous on the side.

As her identity changes, Qing'er values ​​her role in the bank more and more.

Qing'er thought that the reason why the young master handed over hundreds of thousands of funds to her now was because of the change in status.

This is a more important task, and it also proves that the young master trusts himself more, so he must do it beautifully no matter what.

Qing'er knew her identity well. She was a descendant of the Mo family and a traitor to the Mo family. Not only was her identity unclean, but once she lost the young master, she would have nothing.

She made the decision to be different from the other women of the young master.

What other women can do, she can do too.

She can be warm and fragrant, she can be as passionate as fire, she can resist and welcome, and she can do anything a woman should do.

But she can also become an indispensable support for the young master and the pillar behind him. She can only capture a person's heart by showing her own value.

Even if the young master doesn't like me one day, he can still keep the other person's people because of his position.

This time, Qing'er was really attentive. The ideas she came up with based on the original ideas actually had different aspects behind them, and she hadn't had time to elaborate on them with the young master.

But when she saw the young master smiling and shaking his head, Qing'er's mood dropped to the bottom.

"Young Master...as expected...is it really not possible?"

Bai Song shook his head: "I haven't finished reading yet. What does the fourth chapter about investing in the sea of ​​flowers mean?"

"Ms. sir, this sea of ​​flowers..."

"Wait a minute." Bai Song suddenly interrupted, "Young master, then my husband, I almost fainted. What are you thinking about, little girl?"

Qing'er blushed, lowered her head, and murmured in a low voice: "Young Master's name is mixed with a few words of "Mr. Xiang Gong". Maybe the Young Master will get used to it."

"I like to hear you call me husband, don't call me son."

"Yes! My husband!" Qing'er responded crisply. She wanted to change her title when she returned to Chang'an, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

Because there were many new clerks at the bank, many people thought she was just the shopkeeper hired by Bai Song, which made her very uncomfortable.

With the identity given by your husband, even if you haven't passed the door, what should your own shop be afraid of?

Qing'er just wants everyone under her to know who she is and where she is.

It's best to let these people start a discussion and spread it to the Prince Consort's house, so that the sisters and sisters will have an idea, and it will be much easier for them to enter the house in the future.

They called me husband. As soon as the title was changed, the atmosphere between the two changed.

At least Qing'er was a little distracted and had forgotten what she wrote on the paper.

Thinking about it in a daze, I realized that I hadn't seen my husband for several days, so when we met in this house, I couldn't help myself for a while.

Bai Song didn't realize it, pointed at the paper and asked: "This sea of ​​flowers..."

Before he finished speaking, Qing'er sat next to Bai Song, her face was red, she looked at the window and bit her lip: "Mr. sir, Qing'er's mind is so confused, I can't think of what to say now..."

Bai Song understood immediately and looked at the simple house. Not to mention the bed, there was no place where he could lie down. He asked doubtfully: "Here?"

"Well, here it is."