After the meal, Xu Yi took out many bags with a big belly and put all the female partner's luxury bags and clothes in them.
It looked like a lot, but packed up even more. Xu Yi was so tired that he was sweating profusely, dragging his crumbling belly back and forth from work.
Song Yanming was still busy at work, and the sound of typing on the keyboard kept coming. The two of them were busy with their own work without disturbing each other.
After a while, Xu Yi pulled out the first batch of packed bags from the bedroom.
The bag was too heavy for her to drag, and she almost stumbled to the ground.
Just as her feet slipped and she stepped back, a big hand behind her held her waist...
"Slower."
Xu Yi turned around, met his Qing Jun eyes, and couldn't help but blush.
Before she could say anything, Song Yanming swept around the room and helped him clean it up himself.
"You rest, I'll come."
Xu Yi sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water.
Men have taken the initiative to do this kind of thing, so why doesn't she take a break?
Although Song Yanming is a young master who never touches housework, he seems to be gifted in this area and can master it as soon as he learns it.
Seeing his hard work, Xu Yi was very pleased. A boss is a boss, and he can have a promising future by following him.
Xu Yi drank half a glass of water, and the baby in her belly was rolling around again. For the first time, she felt the magic of life in her belly.
He was moving inside, jumping around like he was doing aerobics inside.
Xu Yi stood up and was about to go in and clean up with Song Yanming, when he saw the contents of his computer at a glance.
Just looking at the words was already too confusing for him to understand. There were also messy codes put together. The more he looked at them, the more complex and unfamiliar they became.
After finishing packing, it was almost noon. Song Yanming took matters into his own hands and threw the things into the trunk one by one. He piled the trunk full, even the back seat.
On the way to the suburbs, Xu Yi took a look at the precious river city in the novel, with endless buildings rising from the ground. A gentle river ran across the center of the city, dividing the entire river city into Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
In a three-bedroom apartment in the suburbs, Jiang Qing and Song Wenbin were cleaning up the house.
After struggling for half a month, I finally gave up.
The Song family couple, who had always been wealthy and noble, accepted the reality of bankruptcy and began to enjoy themselves in misery.
Song Wenbin found a job, but was looked down upon every day, "Isn't this Chairman Song? Chairman Song is here?"
"Chairman Song, would you like a cup of tea?"
The place where Song Wenbin works now is the supplier who asked him to cooperate but was ignored by him. The other party tried to make things difficult for him.
But Song Wenbin is flexible and flexible, and understands the principle of a tiger being bullied by a dog. He just treats the other person as a dog, apologizes and works hard.
Jiang Qing is not idle either. In addition to preparing meals at home, she helps neighbors take care of their children whenever she has time, earning a meager income based on hourly rates to supplement her family's income.
Song Yuqian has grown up and become sensible. It is easy for a girl studying design to find a job, but she has also been implicated a lot and is living on thin ice outside.
Today I learned that Xu Yi is coming back with Song Yanming. The whole family is cleaning at home, waiting for Xu Yi to accept the current Song family, give birth to a child, and live a good life.
"Mom, is the soup in your pot simmering?"
"Have it?"
"Look, I smell something mushy."
Jiang Qing threw away the rag in her hand and went into the house. She opened the lid of the pot and said, "It's not burnt. It's burnt somewhere. I went to the market next door to buy the local chicken early in the morning."
Jiang Qing closed the lid, and Song Wenbin laughed and coughed when he saw her fussing around, "This chicken died unjustly."
"What?"
"nothing."
Song Wenbin got up and continued working, changing the water in the vase, and Song Yuqian sat down on the sofa.
"Mom, is she real or fake? Did she agree to it on purpose and wait until later to cause trouble?"
Jiang Qing didn't know if it was true or not, but he sounded very moved on the phone.
"Don't think people are so bad, what if they get better?"
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Ding dong ding dong…
Jiang Qing hurriedly opened the door and saw a large bag, "Wen Bin, Yu Qian, come and help!"
The family moved their belongings into the three-bedroom house together, and the master bedroom was vacated for Xu Yi and Song Yanming to live in. Now the master bedroom is filled with clutter.
Everyone knows that Xu Yi loves to buy, but seeing it in person is still a bit shocking.
"This, this is too much."
Song Yuqian could not help but widen her eyes, "Xu Yi, you are not using our family's money..."
Jiang Qing hit her and quickly glanced at her. Song Yuqian swallowed back the words that came to her lips.
Xu Yi was also a little embarrassed, "Mom, Yu Qian, see if there is anything you like, and then stay. These things are not cheap. They were bought with Yan Ming's money."
"I plan to sell the rest to support my family. How much is this house? Let's buy this house so that we don't have to be chased around by the landlord."
Xu Yi took the initiative and said, "Keep what you like and keep a few."
"No need."
Jiang Qing's eyes were a little moist, and she smiled and held her hand. "It's good that you have such a heart. We are not suitable to use these things now. If we use them, we will be laughed at."
When you are in a high position, everything you say that is fake is true, but now that it has ended up like this, living in the suburbs, survival has become a problem, and continuing to show off these eye-catching brand names is deceiving oneself and others.
"Sit down and I'll get you a bowl of chicken soup."
Xu Yi couldn't even find a place to sit in the bedroom, but Song Yanming suddenly came in and closed the door.
"If you like these things, you can keep them. No matter what, I will never be reduced to letting my woman sell things to support me."
Xu Yi was stunned, "I don't like it anymore. I have to sell it if I don't like it."
"You used to be your favorite."
The biggest hobby of a female partner in the past was consumption. She would buy whatever big brands came out with new styles, rare colors, and unpopular colors, as long as she liked them without considering the cost-effectiveness.
She doesn't have to carry it, wear it, or wear it, but she must have it. Seeing these luxury goods makes her whole body feel full of strength.
"What I liked before is different from what I like now. There are too many things piled up here and they have become garbage. It is better to sell them."
"The chicken soup is here, Xu Yi, come over and have some chicken soup!"
"Come on mom."
Xu Yi passed by Song Yanming and felt the man's decadence. She comforted, "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi are just a temporary trough. You will get through it soon. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Do your best."
"Xu Yi, drink more chicken soup, drink more."
Xu Yi brought it over and took a sip. She almost snored to death. She frowned and almost burst into tears.
Why can chicken soup be salty and sour? How much salt and vinegar are added?
"What's wrong, Xu Yi, is it delicious?"
Xu Yi took a deep look at Jiang Qing. Jiang Qing relied on the help of her nanny to cook. It would be very unpalatable to eat alone.
"Eat chicken drumsticks. We are two people now. There is no need to lose weight deliberately."
Xu Yi can still eat it if it's usually unpalatable, but this was really unpalatable.
Song Yanming came out of the bedroom, took away the chicken soup in her hand and took a sip, "Mom, it's too salty and too sour. Put less salt and don't add vinegar next time."
With that said, Song Yanming poured out all the chicken soup and added a little water to stew it again.
