These stores are very willful and won't sell them when they're sold out.

Moreover, everyone has to queue up.

It was rare for her to ask him for anything, and he had to do it no matter what.

"Okay, I'll make a call now and tell you to go down." Song Shaoyan was still a little sleepy.

But he had to do what Josnian told him.

But he didn't believe that Josnian, who was so aggressive, was fine.

Josnian hung up the phone and the Rolls-Royce drove forward.

The snow is still falling, the sky is overcast, and the sun will not shine for the next few days.

At a glance, everything is white.

Pedestrians on the road were holding umbrellas and walking in a hurry. Snowflakes fell on the trees, umbrellas and on the road, creating a monotonous picture.

Song Shaoyan worked quickly, decisively and with high efficiency.

When Josnian drove to the intersection, the road was closed and the car drove out smoothly.

At this moment, Qiao Chengfan called Josnian.

"Dad, you didn't come home yesterday."

"Um."

"Dad, are you awake?"

"You think everyone is like you?"

Qiao Chengfan pursed his lips. He was also very diligent. Why did Lao Qiao dislike him so much?

"Dad, where are you?"

"Outside."

"Then are you going home? I want to drink Lin Ji's soy milk." Qiao Chengfan eagerly grabbed the phone, "You can give me a ride on the way, okay?"

"If things don't go your way, try another day."

Qiao Chengfan was immediately discouraged: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Josnian's car stopped right at Lin Ji's door.

Because of the snow, there were far fewer people than usual, but the enthusiasm remained undiminished.

Josnian wore a black scarf and put his hands in his coat pockets. After getting off the car, he stood silently in line behind the crowd.

A few snowflakes fell on his head and wet his forehead.

"Master Qiao, don't tell me that you went to war and blocked the road just to buy soy milk here." Song Shaoyan suddenly drove over.

This man looked to be about the same age as Josnian.

He opened the door of the Bentley and walked straight to Josnian.

Song Shaoyan wore a gray long coat, was elegant and tall, and was elegant.

"Why are you here?" Josnian frowned slightly.

"I'm just curious. It just so happens that Ayin wants to drink the soy milk here." Song Shaoyan smiled slightly.

"Ayin? That woman you raised outside, Gu Huiyin?" Josnian glanced at him lightly.

"Um."

"You take it seriously."

"Master Qiao, you came out to line up so early, don't tell me you bought it for Xiao Chengfan?"

Song Shaoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes filled with endless depth.

"Almost." Josnian looked ahead silently.

"Almost?" Song Shaoyan didn't believe it.

"You should queue up at the back." Josnian thought he had too many problems.

"There's no need to queue up. The boss and I are acquaintances, and they leave things for me every day." Song Shaoyan curled his lips.

With that said, he walked inside.

"Master Qiao, can I help you?"

"No need." Josnian refused.

There are not many people today.

After waiting in line for ten minutes, Josnian bought it.

He walked directly to his Rolls-Royce, while Song Shaoyan was already leaning next to his black Bentley.

A few snowflakes fell on Song Shaoyan's head, and the young man's figure became more outstanding and independent.

The falling snow adds a touch of elegance.

Song Shaoyan smiled slightly, his eyes filled with soul-stirring depth: "Go back?"

"Well." Josnian opened the car door and reminded, "Song Shaoyan, please take it easy. Don't forget, you are married."

Song Shaoyan did not respond.
Chapter completed!