Song Jingmian worked in the kitchen for a long time and finally finished the meal.
She grew up in an orphanage and moved out on her own when she grew up. Little things like cooking were not a problem.
After making lunch, she found that she still had some time, so she even learned to make a snack.
She hasn't tried this much yet, but she can learn.
Looking at the small and exquisite snacks in front of her, Song Jingmian smiled with satisfaction.
After packing my things, I went upstairs to change my clothes and pack up before I was ready to go out.
This was the first time she went to his company to find him.
Aunt Liu said that he was often too busy to have time to eat, so she would send him there.
Based on what I know about him in his previous life, he has always been a workaholic and a perfectionist, and will not rest until one thing is done well.
So when it was time for him to eat, he didn't even know what time it was.
For the sake of his health, she decided to deliver food to him whenever she had time.
After searching in the wardrobe for a long time, she found a bright and suitable dress.
The skirt was a suspender style, light pink, dotted with some cherry blossoms, and just reached her knees. She looked at the weather outside, which was neither cold nor hot, and then added a lining to her body.
When choosing earrings, she thought of the gift Bo Jingci had given her on their wedding night, but she hadn't looked at it carefully.
She walked to the cloakroom, took out the pearl earrings that were lying around and put them on.
Needless to say, he does have a pretty good eye.
After dressing up, I put on a mask and hat and went out.
After all, she is an insider. The second female lead in a movie she filmed when she was 16 years old unexpectedly became popular, and what followed was invitations from major scripts.
But every time when discussing cooperation, the words of those in charge hinted at the so-called "rules" in the circle. She hated these hypocrisy and these unspoken rules.
One time at a banquet, the producer, who must have a strong background, wanted to touch her. When she resisted, he took the opportunity to reach out to the top of her thigh.
By the time she reacted, the bottle had already hit the producer.
She was not dead, but she has been hidden in the snow since then.
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After packing her things and getting ready to go out, Aunt Liu's jaw dropped when she saw her wife's outfit when she got downstairs.
"Madam, you..."
Song Jingmian raised her hand to indicate to Aunt Liu what she had in her hand.
"I'm going to deliver food to Bo Jingci."
Aunt Liu was shocked again: "Hey..."
"Ma'am, you finally figured it out."
She has been in the villa for so long, and she has watched every move of the couple. Usually the wife is so indifferent and has never cared about the young master. Now she is really relieved to see the wife like this.
Two handsome men and beautiful women, if they want to fall in love, they should have a good talk.
Ahhhh, Aunt Liu was screaming in her heart. My wife is so good-looking today. She will definitely charm the young master to death when she goes to the company, and then she will be in the villa. Soon, there will be a young master or a little princess in the villa.
It's so lively and exciting.
Thinking of this, Aunt Liu couldn't help laughing.
Song Jingmian looked at Aunt Liu strangely: "Aunt Liu...are you okay?"
"Ah...it's okay, ma'am, I'm just too happy."
Aunt Liu chuckled.
Then, he immediately urged her: "Madam, go quickly, don't keep the young master waiting for too long."
After that, she went to work in the kitchen. While busy, she didn't forget to turn on her mobile phone and continued to listen to the novel she was following recently, "The Cool-faced President Pampers His Little Wife", having fun while working.
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As soon as Song Jingmian walked out of the villa door, she realized something and stopped immediately.
"Come out."
Seeing that there was no movement, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said again: "I know you have been following me, but you come out first."
After that, two young men came from the corner.
"Madam." They said respectfully.
"Yeah." Song Jingmian responded lightly, "Go back, don't follow me."
The two young men looked at each other, and finally looked at her together and said seriously: "No!"
Song Jingmian was speechless and choked.
One of them said: "Madam, we are following you to protect you and will not hinder you."
She said helplessly: "I am sending a love lunch to my husband, why are you just making do with it?"
"Besides, I'm such a big man, can I lose it?"
"Also, don't tell Bo Jingci yet, I want to give him a surprise."
The two stared at each other. It had been a long time since they had been here, and it was the first time they had seen their wife talking so much and having so many expressions on her face. She was usually cold and indifferent.
"Go back." The last voice was filled with a hint of impatience, "If your young master gets hungry, can you afford it?"
As soon as the words fell, the two young men finally left slowly.
Song Jingmian breathed a sigh of relief.
It feels so unpleasant to have someone following you.
It had been half an hour since the taxi ride. Song Jingmian raised her hand and looked at her watch, looking at the long queue in front of her, and fell into deep thought.
The first day I wanted to send warmth to my husband, I was stuck in traffic.
"Master, how long will this blockage last?"
The master looked at the pretty little girl and seemed a little anxious. He said helplessly: "It will probably take half an hour."
"Little girl, what's wrong?"
Song Jingmian frowned, half an hour was too long.
The food was almost cold by the time she got there.
Then she made a move.
"Master, I'll give you the money, you don't need to change it."
She handed him a few red bills and immediately drove out.
A few banknotes in the driver's hand made the corners of his mouth grin and his ears tremble.
"This girl is quite nice."
Anyway, there were only three kilometers left and she would be there in a short run.
Now she was extremely glad that she didn't wear high heels today.
Otherwise, she would have to take off her high heels and run around here, and she would probably have a place in tomorrow's social news.
She didn't want to become popular like this.
I didn't pay attention when I was running. When I turned the corner, several children on bicycles suddenly rushed out. They did not look ahead, but turned their heads to chat with the people behind. So by the time Song Jingmian reacted, the car had already hit him. She did.
Suddenly, the only thought in my mind was, don’t spill the vegetables in the insulated lunch box!
The moment she fell, she quickly held the lunch box steady with both hands.
"Bah."
Song Jingmian exclaimed.
"Sister, are you okay?!"
Several children surrounded her and carefully observed her wounds. Fortunately, only her knees were broken.
It didn't hurt much.
When Song Mian woke up, he stared at them and said seriously: "Be careful when riding in the future, and watch the road."
The child obviously knew his mistake and nodded quickly: "I know, sister, I'm sorry!"
The child smiled sweetly, and the well-behaved Song Jingmian couldn't get angry.
"Sister, you dropped something!"
While she was talking, Song Jingmian realized that the lunch box in her hand was not empty, but she was holding a bag of cookies and scattering them all over the floor.
Song Jingmian: "..."
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